"Yes. That’s ."
He leaned closer, his presence dominating the room.
His hand reached out to gently caress her face, his fingers brushing against her skin with an intimacy she’d never experienced before.
Jessica froze, her breath hitching as her heart raced uncontrollably.
She had never been touched like this by anyone.
Her life had been consud by academics and the pressure of her scholarship.
She had no ti for romance, much less for boys who couldn’t offer her anything but distractions.
But now, here she was, face-to-face with a man whose re touch seed to ignite sothing lewd within her.
"It’s fortunate to et you under such... unique circumstances, Jessica," Ross said, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"I can only call it fate."
With those words, he straightened and turned to leave.
His movents were fluid, effortless, as though he controlled the very air around him.
Jessica sat there, staring at the door long after it closed behind him.
Her hand instinctively reached up to touch her face where his fingers had lingered.
His scent—masculine, rich, and utterly intoxicating—still clung to her, a reminder of his overwhelming presence.
Her body betrayed her in that mont, a heat pooling deep within her, spreading in waves that left her flustered and confused.
She gulped, her cheeks flushing as she tried to regain her composure.
This night had turned her world upside down, and as much as she hated to admit it, she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to go back to how it was before.
If Ross hadn’t intervened, Jessica would have been sleeping with Mr. Adams tonight.
The re thought sent a shiver down her spine, a feeling of dread curling deep in her stomach.
"Let’s take it one step at a ti," she muttered to herself, steeling her resolve.
Her first priority was paying off her father’s debts.
Once that was done, she would go to Ross as instructed.
For a fleeting mont, the idea of delaying her journey crossed her mind.
Perhaps she could buy herself more ti, avoid plunging into whatever awaited her under Ross’s control.
But the mory of Mr. Adams and his n—their broken bodies molested by giant n, their screams—banished the thought imdiately.
She couldn’t afford to cross Ross Oakley.
***
anwhile, Ross had returned to Parkland City, but his stay was brief.
Soon after, he departed for Japan to et with Kirito Hirose, Ren’s father.
The mont Ross stepped into Kirito’s office, the older man visibly paled, his composure faltering.
His hands trembled, and his face was a mix of fear and awe.
When Ross stated the purpose of his visit, Kirito could only nod in agreent, barely able to form coherent words.
Ren observed the entire exchange, perplexed.
She couldn’t understand why her father, a man known for his shrewdness and unyielding nature, would capitulate so easily.
But she chose not to dwell on it. What mattered was that he had given his blessing.
With her mother Reina’s approval already secured, the path ahead seed clear.
Later that evening, during a quiet family dinner, Ren posed a question to her mother in Japanese.
"Will you stay here, Mom?"
Reina hesitated, glancing at her husband. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
The question stirred an ache in her chest, one she had tried to suppress.
It was painful to lose the man she had once loved, the father of her child.
But life had irreversibly changed.
Not after Ross had claid her and Mari, entwining their lives in a way that left no room for return.
Reina’s mind wandered to the days she spent with Ross.
His intensity, his unrelenting appetite—it was as if he had bound her and Mari not just physically but emotionally.
While he lavished his official partners with attention in the evenings, Reina and Mari found themselves under his exclusive care during the day.
She didn’t understand how Ross managed to be seemingly in two places at once, balancing his presence with such precision.
But she asked no questions, just as she had refrained from questioning her husband’s shady business dealings or the ruthless tactics she herself had employed to maintain dominance in her field.
Unbeknownst to Reina, Ross achieved this feat through a clone, a product of his extraordinary abilities.
While his real body was busy training Reina and Mari, the clone ensured his presence at school, maintaining the illusion of normalcy.
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He had co to embrace the truth of his nature—a man who thrived on the thrill of power, control, and intimacy.
His insatiable desires weren’t a weakness but a part of who he was, driving him to seize every mont of indulgence and satisfaction.
"No, Mari and I will stay with you in Parkland City," Reina replied, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
"I’m thinking of expanding my business there. I see great opportunities in the area."
Her voice was calm, but the weight of her decision pressed heavily on her.
Facing her husband again, the man with whom she had shared so many years and cherished mories, was far harder than she had anticipated.
"I’ll visit when I have the ti," Kirito added, his tone forced and insincere.
Even as he spoke, his mind churned with futile plans to investigate Ross further.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a single chink in Ross’s armor.
He had already gambled and lost once; he wasn’t about to risk everything again.
The mory of the demon-masked man Ross had called Brandon sent a shiver down Kirito’s spine.
That hulk of a man had haunted his dreams ever since their encounter.
Even now, his hands trembled as he recalled the aura of terror that Brandon exuded, an unyielding force that mirrored Ross’s own ruthlessness.
***
The following week passed in a blur of activity as Ross visited the families of his soon-to-be wives, finalizing plans for the weddings.
Each visit was ticulously arranged, leaving no room for objections or resistance.
By the ti the arrangents were complete, Ross realized he only had five days left to visit his hotown and share his plans with his parents.
He had deliberately saved this mont for last, savoring the thought of reuniting with them.
It wasn’t just a duty—it was sothing he genuinely looked forward to.
"I wonder how she’s doing," Ross murmured to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips.
There was soone he wanted to see other than his parents back ho.
His mind conjured the image of a mature, beautiful woman, her warmth and grace etched vividly in his mory.
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