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 917

Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 917

She didn’t look entirely convinced, but she nodded slowly.

“I think so,” she murmured. “I’m just… confused about where we’re going.”

“We’re going to do something we should’ve done a long time ago,” I told her gently. “I need you to trust us.”

Her gaze drifted, briefly catching Erik’s eyes in the rearview mirror before he quickly looked back to the road. I noticed the faint pink coloring her cheeks. Nan noticed it too—she raised her brows slightly when she glanced at me.

I wondered if Irene’s wolf could already sense that Erik was her mate, even now. Maybe it was trying to reach him, only to be blocked by the curse Chuck had placed on her.

Well—soon enough, that curse was going to be broken.

I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to do it yet, but Taylor was bringing Chuck to the mansion as we spoke, just as Erik was driving us there. Cora and Esme would meet us too. They were going to show me how to break the curse—and hopefully give Irene her life back.

If Irene knew what we were about to do, I was sure she wouldn’t have come with us at all. That was why Nan and I had agreed not to tell her until we were already there.

About twenty minutes into the drive, Irene lifted her gaze to the window, then slowly turned to look at me.

“Are we going to my father’s mansion?” she asked, brows lifting. “I haven’t been there in months.”

I nodded, keeping my expression carefully neutral.

“Yes. That’s exactly where we’re going.”

“Why?” she pressed. “What’s there that we need?”

“You’ll see,” I said lamely.

She tilted her head, her eyes darting between Nan and me several times before settling back on me.

“What’s with all the secrecy?” she asked after a moment.

I glanced at Nan. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth—something she always did when she was hiding something. Irene noticed it too. Her eyes widened.

“What are you hiding?” she demanded, snapping her head toward me. “Judy, what is going on?”

Before we could answer, the car slowed and turned through the iron gates leading to the mansion. Erik entered the passcode, and the gates slid open.

I spotted Taylor’s car parked out front immediately. Irene did too—her brows furrowed, a faint crease forming between them.

“Is that Taylor’s car?” she asked. Then her gaze shifted to the vehicle beside it. “And whose car is that?”

I didn’t answer.

My silence only irritated her more.

“Judy,” she said sharply, “tell me what’s going on right now. Is this about wedding planning? If it is, why all the secrecy?”

“It’s not about wedding planning,” I finally said, my voice sounding more nervous than I wanted it to.

Erik parked and stepped out, his posture stiff. He came around to open the door for us. Irene avoided his gaze as she always did, and Erik looked like a wounded poppy—just as he usually did around her.

I offered him a reassuring smile and stepped closer so only he could hear me.

“Stay out here,” I whispered. “We’ll handle everything else.”

He hesitated, then nodded slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting just a bit.

“I’m trusting you to make this right,” he said quietly, his voice strained.

I didn’t need to reply. He already knew.

Turning back to Nan and Irene, I forced a smile, even though my nerves were a tangled mess.

“Let’s go,” I said.

The three of us climbed the wide stone steps toward the front door. It opened before we could knock.

Cora stood there, her smile bright, her presence radiant as she looked between us.

Irene stopped short, her mouth falling open.

“You didn’t tell me the Blackwells were going to be here,” she whispered, taking a small step back—but I moved behind her, stopping her retreat.

She turned to look at me, startled. “What’s going on?”

“Please, Irene,” I said softly. “Just trust us.”

She opened her mouth, clearly ready with a sharp retort—but instead, she gasped.

Her face drained of color.

I didn’t need to ask what had happened.

She felt him.

Footsteps echoed across the cool marble floor—several pairs, moving closer. When I looked up, I saw him.

Irene turned slowly.

Her eyes widened as they landed on the man standing before her.

“Chuck…”