Chapter 111

Scarlett’s POV

"Alex..." The urgent cry echoed throughout the entire room.

Alexander's lips wandered over my most sensitive areas, his teeth occasionally grazing my skin, causing me to tremble uncontrollably.

His fingers threaded through my hair, sometimes caressing gently, sometimes pulling forcefully. Each touch sent electric currents through my body.

I gazed into his burning eyes as his manhood slowly entered my moistened core, pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave. The intense sensation made me shudder, soft moans escaping my lips, each thrust reaching deep into my soul.

I collapsed completely beneath him, my body seemingly losing all support.

He ignored my whimpers, continuing his exploration of my body.

This man will be the death of me someday.

After what felt like an eternity, the man above me finally stopped moving.

Without warning, he stood up and in one fluid motion, hoisted me over his shoulder.

The air was forced from my lungs as my stomach collided with his hard shoulder.

"What—" I gasped, fully awakening.

Wordlessly, he carried me to the bathroom and placed me in the bathtub.

The cold porcelain against my heated skin sent a shiver through me.

Before I could protest, he had already grabbed the showerhead and turned on the faucet.

Warm water immediately poured over me, instantly soaking my hair and body.

"What are you doing?!" I coughed, wiping water droplets from my eyes.

I could finally rest for a moment, and yet he still won't leave me alone.

He stepped into the spacious bathtub, his toes pressing against my aching calves.

"I didn't die on top of you, Scarlett. Are you not up to it?"

Men can't admit when they lack sexual prowess, but I didn't care.

"Yes, yes!"

"Don't..."

"Hmm?" Alexander's nasal tone was somewhat heavy as he rested his chin on my shoulder. "What?"

I felt his foot sliding up higher on my thigh, and a flash of panic cut through my exhaustion.

"Don't... do that."

"Hmm? What did you say?" Alexander's eyes remained cold and sharp, but a hint of amusement danced in their depths.

He knew exactly what I meant!

I felt like he would torture me to death one day.

Wasn't it rumored that his health was poor? How could he be so... vigorous in bed?

Alexander suddenly laughed, his hearty laughter echoing in the bathroom.

He leaned against the edge of the bathtub, a satisfied expression crossing his face. "Relax, I'm tired too."

"You've been completely drained by me. Perhaps you're already carrying my child in your belly."

Though I knew it was a joke, I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat.

But hadn't I asked about this before?

What had Alexander said then?

Congratulations to me?

Hah...

I laughed too, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "I won't cause you any trouble."

Three days later, I stood before a full-length mirror examining my naked body. The damage Richard had inflicted had completely healed, and my skin was flawless once again.

My fingers traced my smooth skin. The ointment Alexander had procured from somewhere had healed my scars quickly, leaving no trace of newly grown flesh.

This also meant it was time to board the ship.

I didn't understand what "boarding the ship" meant. Unlike others in the Obsidian Palace who underwent rigorous training and knew the family powers in various places inside and out.

Therefore, I was even less aware of the secrets between the various powerful figures.

The next day, as I was organizing my wardrobe, a gentle knock on the door interrupted me.

I opened it to find Camila.

"You look much better," she observed, her face revealing a meaningful expression.

Such a reaction was enough to put me on high alert.

"Don't be so guarded, darling," Camila said, intimately linking her arm with mine.

"Really? Yet everything you've done forces me to be vigilant," I replied. After all, from the moment she appeared, whether she was friend or foe had never been clear.

Camila smiled, "Darling, self-preservation is nature's first law. Rest assured, at least until I successfully escape this crisis, our fates are tightly intertwined."

I responded with a cold laugh, not believing her at all, and turned to close the drawer.

"Tsk, tsk. Mr. Gray must truly value you. This military-grade healing ointment isn't something you can just pick up at the local pharmacy."

"What did he promise you?" I asked, unable to suppress my curiosity.

"What makes me worth rescuing from the Gray household?"

Camila looked at me, her expression suddenly serious.

"Scarlett... you haven't actually fallen in love with him, have you?"

My heart seized, and I said nothing.

Camila instead moved closer, whispering in my ear, "Remember, he's just a pawn. Don't let him become your weakness."

Her fingers gripped my arm with surprising strength. "Don't forget what you truly want. In the future... don't you want to control the entire Obsidian Palace?"

With these words hanging in the air, she stepped back and turned to leave.

The following evening, I sat beside Camila in the back of a Bentley, heading toward Silverlight City's private dock.

Several cars behind us carried the young ladies from other families.

I had received a briefing about tonight's event, but details were sparse.

"Miss Foster, what exactly does 'boarding the ship' mean?"

Camila reached over to lower the car window, revealing a massive yacht docked at the pier.

"Do you know how Silverlight City became what it is today?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the ship.

I remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"On the surface, there are legitimate financial transactions, investment banks, securities trading—everything very proper, regulated." Her hand gestured toward the water.

"But beneath that legal exterior, another kind of trading is hidden, the kind that can't be conducted in the open."

She turned to me, eyebrows raised. "Is that clear to you, Miss Smith?"

I nodded slowly, having heard some rumors.

I just never imagined it went this deep. There's a reason the Gray family has stood unshaken in Silverlight City for a hundred years.

Richard controlled illegal businesses in Colombia behind the scenes, while maintaining a clean front in Silverlight City.

Alexander remained enigmatic. I knew his Velvet Mirage club generated enough legitimate income to support his lifestyle, but his enterprises must extend beyond a single entertainment venue.

In my mind, I ranked the notable families of Silverlight City by status and wealth, comparing them, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

The Smith family was truly at the bottom among Silverlight City's wealthy elite.

The car slowly stopped beside the private dock. Security personnel immediately opened our doors with practiced efficiency.

Camila was the first to step out. "We've arrived."