Seducing My Ex's Father In Law (Submitting to My Mate's Father-in-Law) by Caroline Above Story updated 2025 - 26 - Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 835

Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 835

The car ride was long—hours of quiet stretching between us like a second road. Neither of us talked much. Gavin’s jaw was tight the entire time, one hand gripping the wheel while the other held mine like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.

I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the dense forest blur by. Heavy branches blocked out half the sky, and the patches of fog lying low along the ground made everything look ghostly and untouched. The deeper we drove, the less the world resembled civilization. No houses. No signs. Not even a stray hiker.

Just silence.

“Why would she live all the way out here where no one else is?” I asked quietly, mostly to myself.

“From what I’ve heard, she doesn’t trust anybody,” Gavin said.

Taylor had dug deeper before we left and uncovered more about Coraline Blackwell—how she’d vanished years ago, cut ties with her family, and practically erased herself from society. Even Taylor had felt the distrust in her trail of nothingness. We had no idea what kind of woman we were about to face, and my nerves hadn’t settled once since we hit the road.

“Do you think it’s safe to just show up like this?” I asked, chewing my bottom lip.

Gavin shot me a quick glance before looking back at the road.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. You know that.”

Heat crept up my cheeks.
“I know,” I whispered. “That’s not what I meant.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” he said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

Warmth traveled from his palm straight to my chest, making my heart skip.

Every mile closer felt like stepping toward the truth—answers, revelations… maybe even things I wasn’t prepared to hear. After another half hour of endless trees, Gavin slowed the car and turned onto a narrow dirt road that looked like it hadn’t seen a vehicle since the nineties. Branches overhead twisted together so densely they blocked the sunlight.

When we finally reached a small clearing, my heartbeat picked up so hard it echoed in my ears.

Her house sat at the far end—if you could call it a house.
It was more like an abandoned cabin swallowed by the woods. Vines crawled up the exterior, covering half the windows. The wood was dark, weathered, and worn. Thin smoke curled out of the chimney.

“Looks like she’s home,” Gavin murmured, nodding toward the beat-up car parked in the makeshift driveway.

I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. We sat there for a moment—longer than either of us needed to—staring at the cabin.

“Don’t leave my side,” he said, and for the first time, he almost sounded nervous.

I nodded immediately and stepped out of the car.

The moment my feet touched the ground, the air shifted. It grew heavy, thick—like walking straight into static. The hairs on my arms stood on end, and a cold shiver crawled up my spine.

Gavin noticed. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as we approached the door. We hadn’t even reached the top step when it opened on its own.

Coraline Blackwell didn’t step out. She simply stood in the doorway, small in frame but impossible to overlook—like a shadow deciding to take shape. She looked older than she should’ve, considering she was Zachary’s younger sister. Her silver hair was pulled back tightly, her cheekbones sharp, her deep-set eyes studying me like they could see straight into my bones.

She looked fragile at first glance—but everything about her radiated power.

Then her gaze slid to Gavin, and her frown sharpened.

“You brought a Landry to my doorstep.”

Her voice was brittle glass—sharp and cold. The words hit me so hard I took an involuntary step back. Gavin tightened his hold around me, grounding me.

He opened his mouth—probably to defend himself—but Coraline lifted a hand. Gavin stopped mid-breath, snapping his mouth shut.

That alone shocked me more than anything.

“Don’t speak,” she said, though the gesture had already said enough. “After what your family has done… after what they stole… you have no right to speak. You shouldn’t be here. You both need to leave.”

“Gavin didn’t do anything wrong,” I snapped before I could stop myself. Anxiety sharpened into anger. “His father was the one who did the stealing. Gavin was just a kid.”

“Theft runs in the blood,” she muttered. “Like father, like son.”
Her eyes narrowed on both of us. “Leave. I have nothing to offer you.”