Novels by brownienina81

Tristan’s POV“I’m going to your father’s office today,” I said to Natasha as I fastened my cuff. She didn’t respond. She had been giving me an attitude since that night in the hallway. A slow smirk spread across my face. As much as I wanted to have her in this house for the first time… it could wait. After a brief pause, I spoke again. “We need to finally discuss how his company gets back on its feet.”Still nothing. I glanced at her through the mirror. Yeah… she was definitely still angry. I turned to face her. “Come on, wife. You’re seriously not going to talk to me?”She pulled the sheet off her and swung her feet off the bed quietly. She was wearing one of those sheer pieces Ananya had gotten her for our honeymoon. I bit my lower lip silently as I watched her. She knew exactly what she was doing. She slowly pulled it off her body as she walked into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. “Petty!” I called out. I shook my head, smiling. “I’m heading out no

Natasha’s POVThe house felt different without Adelina. I had spent the entire morning downstairs, designing the room we had chosen to turn into her new space. It was closer to the living area, had better natural light, and would be much easier for her to move around once she came home. I wanted it to feel warm. The walls had been repainted into a soft beige, and the furniture was being rearranged. I was on my knees, marking where the flat floor mats should go when Tristan walked in.The staff were setting up the new lights. I looked up briefly before continuing what I was doing. Tristan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with that familiar, amused smirk. “You’ve been at this for hours,” he said. “The room already looks good.”I didn’t look up. “It needs to be perfect. She’s coming home today.”I turned to the younger maid. “Mayte, please can you bring in the floor mats we bought?”“Right away, Señora Castillo.” She replied, hurrying out.Surprisingly, I had

Tristan’s POV“Tristan.” Daniel’s voice pulled me out of sleep. I slowly raised my head. “You should head home,” Daniel said, handing me the keys. “I’ll stay with her. Your car is outside.”I rose to my feet and squeezed his shoulder once. “Thank you.”I didn’t wait any longer. I headed straight out of the ward and toward the hospital parking lot. The area was packed with too many cars, making it difficult to spot mine in the dark. I clicked the key fob. The headlight flashed twice. I walked over, got in, and started the engine. The drive home was quiet. The city lights blurred past as I navigated the familiar roads. My mind kept drifting to Abuela. The doctor's words echoed in my head. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. By the time I pulled into the estate, the house was mostly dark except for a few lights left on. I parked and sat there for a moment, staring at the front door before finally stepping out. I walked into the house, my steps heavy with exhaustion. I climbe

Tristan’s POVThe insistent ringing of my phone pulled me out of sleep. I groaned softly, reaching for the device on the nightstand without opening my eyes. Multiple missed calls, all from Daniel and Patricia. My stomach dropped the moment I saw the time and the number of notifications. That was unusual. I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Natasha, who was still curled up against my side, breathing softly. The sheets were tangled around us, her leg thrown over mine. I answered the latest call, keeping my voice low. “Talk to me.”“It’s Madam Adelina,” Daniel said. “She was rushed to the hospital last night. Her condition worsened suddenly.”The words hit me like ice water. “Shit.”I swung my legs off the bed quietly and rose up to my feet, already pacing the room.“We’ll be in Miami soon. How’s Patricia?”There was a short pause on the other end. “She’s been shaken since last night,” Daniel replied. “She hasn’t said much. She’s with me at the hospital.”“Give the phone to her.

Natasha’s POVIt had been three weeks since Tristan and I arrived in Malibu. All we did was sleep, eat, fuck, visit a few places and then fuck again. Tristan had dismissed the housekeepers, only calling them in when necessary. We fucked everywhere—on the living room couch, the kitchen counter, the balcony, against the wall in the hallway… everywhere. The house had become our private little world, filled with nothing but skin, moans, and the sound of the ocean in the background. The dresses Ananya had bought came in handy. They were practically the only thing I wore around the house now. The sight of me in those sheer pieces drove Tristan crazy every single time.I picked up my phone and headed to the pool in the backyard. I video-called Ananya. We hadn’t spoken since I left Miami. Between meeting my mom, the endless sex with Tristan, and the massive time difference, it had been hard to connect. It was seven-thirty p.m here in Malibu, which meant it was eight a.m in the next day in

Natasha’s POVI opened my eyes slowly. Tristan was coming in, shutting the door behind him.“Good morning, Cariño.” He greeted me, leaning down to kiss my lips softly. “How did you sleep?”I smiled, still a little hazy. “I slept well.”“Of course, you did,” he said, smirking. “After last night… I’m not surprised.”I bit my lip, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt. I pulled the sheets higher up my chest, avoiding his gaze. Tristan chuckled slightly, clearly enjoying my reaction. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and headed toward the balcony. “I’ll be right back. I need to make a quick call.”The moment the balcony glass slid shut behind him, memories from last night flooded my mind—his confession, the way he touched me, how completely I had fallen apart under his mouth and hands. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away, and climbed out of bed. I wrapped the sheet tightly around my body. I still hadn’t seen my phone since we left Miami. I’m sure Ananya would ha