Chapter: Chapter 176The late afternoon sun spilled golden light over the waterfront promenade, the ocean shimmering as seagulls called overhead. Lily skipped ahead, her hand clutching a small paper bag of warm, sugar-dusted doughnuts. Dante kept a steady watch on her, his arm loosely draped around Monica’s shoulders.
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Chapter: Chapter 175The rain had stopped by morning. Light streamed through the wide windows of Dante’s estate, spilling across the kitchen where Monica stood barefoot, hair loose, wearing one of his shirts. She was stirring Lily’s oatmeal, the steam curling into the air. She didn’t even realize she was humming—an ol
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Chapter: Chapter 174The breakfast had been a slow, simmering torture. Monica sat rigid in the high-backed chair, her fingers curled around the delicate porcelain cup as though it might shatter under the weight of her pulse. Across from her, Dante lounged like a king who’d already won the war, one hand lazily draped o
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Chapter: Chapter 173Her cottage could fit into this place twenty times over. At the end of the hall, a set of double doors swung open. The dining room stretched long and wide, sunlight spilling through tall windows. The smell of coffee and expensive leather filled the air. And there he was. Sitting at the head of
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Chapter: Chapter 172Monica’s eyes snapped open. For a second, she thought she was in one of those luxury hotel commercials — the kind she used to mute while eating instant noodles because they made her feel broke. The ceiling stretched high above her, painted with pale cream swirls and gold accents. The curtains, h
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Chapter: Chapter 171A man stepped in like he owned the place — dressed in black from boots to gloves, black tactical vest, mirrored sunglasses even though it was night. The faint squawk of radio static came from the earpiece buried in his ear. And the rifle in his hands… that spoke louder than words. Monica froze. He
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I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY SECRET BILLIONAIRE BODYGUARD
“Can you feel that?”
“Paula, this is not right,” He tries to deny the spark between us.
“But it feels right, right?”
“Damn, Paula,”
“Please, Sergio. Don’t deny us this,”
He growled, and before I know it, he grabs me on my wrists and smashes his lips on mine, me hard. I place my hands on his face, participating in the . Our tongues bump against each other, fighting for dominance. He moves his lips down to my neck and sucks on it, sending chills down my spine, and my panties are already soaking .
I let out soft , grasping into his arms. He runs his tongue on my face and stops on my ear, nibbling it, and whispers:
“We can’t do this, baby girl.” Argh, so disappointing!
He sits back in his seat and starts the car. It is only a matter of time before he gives in – he just needs a little more time.
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Chapter: EPILOGUE #2PAULAI was in the kitchen helping Sergio’s grandmother to bake cupcakes for the kids at the orphanage home when Sergio’s mother came into the kitchen with my crying two-month-old baby in her arms. These two love each other too much. Oh, and it gets worse when the father is here; it is like I do not exist at all.“She no longer wants the milk from the bottle. She wants it straight from its cow. Oh, this child can be cheeky when she wants to,” Sergio’s mother, whom I have gotten used to calling her mama says.I laugh and clean up my hands before I get her. Yes, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom my father named Sofia which was also my late mother’s name. I loved it when my father suggested it, and Sergio had no problem with it. I got to meet my aunt who is my mother’s sister, and we are in contact. As for Belinda, she was found and got arrested for murder. I cannot believe that woman fooled us all and claimed to love me. It is just sad that she was my brothers’ mother.“She is
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Chapter: EPILOGUE #1SERGIOPaula and I might have gotten married so suddenly, I mean, we never really dated long and the moment I saw her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress that was meant for that bustard called Steve, I knew that I wanted to marry her. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I think I might have rushed to make her mine without thinking it through, and I was also jealous that she was looking so beautiful for another man, which is why this time I want to make things right.I am going to put my pride aside and approach Paula’s father to ask to make things right with him. I want to marry Paula the right way with both our families attending the wedding; no hate, no anger, no drama. All I want is a perfect wedding for my wife, and I want this marriage to be meaningful.Sigh.I do not know if it is me, but this pregnancy is just messing up Paula’s mind. At every chance she gets, she makes sure that she tells me where to get off. Earlier today, I was playing the piano while she was sleeping be
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Chapter: TIME TO GO BACK HOMEPAULA“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said
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Chapter: TWO WEEKS LATESERGIO I haven’t had a good sleep the way I did last night in a long time. It is a windy morning, and the waves in the ocean are not failing to hit aggressively against the rocks, but that is nothing to complain about because it is beautiful. I am in the kitchen making breakfast for me and my wife. Things between us are promising, but we are taking it slowly. KIDDING! We are definitely rushing to catch up, I mean, last night we had an amazing love-making session, and before we slept, we talked about our dreams. I asked her if she would ever think about moving to France, and without hesitation, she said a BIG YES. Well, to me it sounded like a rational decision because, to be honest, Paula has been through so much and probably wants to get away for that reason, so I am going to ask her again so that she does get to think about it. While I am busy in the kitchen, Paula walks in, wearing only the t-shirt that I was wearing last night. I walk up to her and stand in front of her. “Goo
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Chapter: BIG DADDYPAULATwo days ago, we arrived on the island. My husband is not okay, and every time I ask him what the matter is; he tells me that he almost lost me. He is scared, he is shaken, but I know that it is not me. Something is really triggering him, but all he cares about is my well-being and wants me to get better.I want my husband to get better as well!I am in the bedroom, watching a movie on Netflix called ME TIME. Whoever gave birth to Kevin Hart should be held responsible for my cause of death. I just cannot stop laughing. Why do people hate it so much? If I could, I would give it one hundred stars because it is hilarious.I wish I was not watching it alone. I am lonely, and I miss my husband. He takes the guestroom while I take the main bedroom. I know that I am the one that suggested it but, I kind of want him back. I miss him.I take my phone and scroll to his number and just look at it. I do not know why I always feel scared to call him, but I have no choice because he does not
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Chapter: HARD-HEADED PAULASERGIOThey say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right now, I feel like I am given both limes and lemons, and I still don’t know which one is the sourest between them. That is how complicated my life is, and I just have to swallow the bitter taste the lemons and limes leave in my throat.I am at home with my two lovely women who have just added more stress to my stress. I feel like hitting my head against the wall and just dying with everything because I am just surrounded by darkness, and I feel responsible for everything that is happening around me.I look at my son — I mean, Diego. He is peacefully sleeping on my bed after crying so much. He does not deserve what is going on right now, and a child like this does not need to stay in a home that is not happy. I am not happy right now, and I will not heal any time soon. I am crushed, and I will be more crushed when the tests prove that Diego is not my son.I love him so much, and I know that he loves me too. How can he not b
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 30ELENA Nine months pregnant, and I can officially confirm that pregnancy amnesia is real, because at some point I agreed to do this again.I am enormous. Beautiful, obviously, but enormous.Thirty-eight weeks and five days pregnant, waddling through our bedroom at three in the morning because sleep has abandoned me like a bad investment.Damian stirs as I shift beside the bed.“You okay?” he asks instantly, voice thick with sleep but alert in a second.“I need to pee. Again.”He exhales softly. “That’s the fourth time.”“Are you counting?”“Yes.”“Stop counting.”He sits up anyway, as if I might collapse mid-walk.“I can make it to the bathroom alone.”“I’m accompanying you.”“It’s five steps.”“High-risk zone.”I glare at him and he glares back. We both know he’s not joking.*** Two days later, at exactly 6:14 a.m., I wake up to a sensation that feels… different. It is not the dramatic movie water-breaking scene. Just a deep, low tightening that wraps around my spine and abdomen.I
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 29ELENA Two years later, and my life looks nothing like it did the day I almost lost it. The Golden Star Foundation now has three centers across the state. We’ve expanded education programs, trauma therapy units, and scholarship funds. The walls are brighter, the waiting lists are shorter, and the laughter is louder. I thrive here. Give me children with complicated pasts and stubborn hope; I will build empires out of that. Give me corporate boardrooms, volatile investors, and men who measure worth in quarterly returns; I will develop a migraine. After my recovery, I tried going back to Hart Capital Management. I really did, but sitting at the head of that table again felt like wearing shoes that no longer fit. Every financial dip felt personal, every aggressive investor call reopened wounds I didn’t know I still had, and when clients began pulling out after the instability… it snowballed. The media whispered, the board panicked, annnd competitors circled. I didn’t sleep for weeks, un
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 28DAMIAN I’ve negotiated billion-dollar mergers without breaking a sweat, I’ve stared down men who thought they were untouchable, and I’ve taken bullets and didn’t flinch, but standing at the end of a white floral aisle in my own garden, waiting for Elena... my hands are sweating.This is ridiculous. It’s a small ceremony: intimate and private. No press, no spectacle, just close friends, family, and the people who matter.The garden has been transformed. White roses climb the archway, soft ivory drapes flow gently in the breeze, and rows of elegant chairs line the grass, each tied with silk ribbons. The late afternoon sun filters through the trees like it was personally invited.I adjust my cufflinks for the fifth time.“Relax,” Garrick mutters beside me.I glance at him.He’s dressed sharply, but there’s something softer in his expression today. Protective and proud.“You look like you’re about to go to war,” he adds.“I am,” I reply dryly. “Marriage.”He snorts under his breath.“You
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 27ELENA If you had told me two months ago that I’d be sitting in my glam room, voluntarily curling my own hair for my second wedding to the same man, I would’ve laughed, probably dramatically, but here I am.The room smells like vanilla setting spray and fresh peonies. Soft daylight filters through the sheer curtains, painting everything in a golden glow that feels intentional, like the universe is finally behaving.My wedding dress hangs behind me on a mannequin. Silk, minimal lace, and elegant. No cathedral train this time. The first wedding was a spectacle, but this one is a choice.Angela is downstairs with Marina, wearing a tiny ivory dress that she insisted must “sparkle like Mama’s.” She’s been practising walking down the aisle for three days like it’s a runway show, and today she’s going to watch her parents choose each other.Again.That matters more than the flowers, more than the ring, and more than the guest list.My phone lights up on the vanity. It is from Golden Star Fou
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 26ELENA One month ago, I couldn’t feel my legs, now I’m standing, shaking, sweating, and cursing internally, but standing.The private rehabilitation wing Damian had built into the west side of the house smells faintly of eucalyptus and polished wood. Floor-to-ceiling windows let sunlight spill across the therapy rails like something hopeful and dramatic. Very Damian. If I’m going to relearn how to walk, apparently I’m going to do it with a skyline view.“Chin up, Elena,” my physiotherapist says behind me, her accent warm and firm. “You don’t negotiate with gravity. You tell it who’s boss.”Dr. Naledi Maseko. Flown in from South Africa because my husband does not believe in “second best.”Apparently she’s worked with Olympic athletes, trauma survivors, and once insulted a rugby captain into walking again. I like her, but I also hate her a little.My hands grip the parallel bars tightly. My arms are stronger now. My legs... my legs feel like stubborn strangers.“Weight shift,” she instr
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 25DAMIAN My footsteps echo down the corridor as I walk towards Elena’s room. It is 3 AM, and the guards straighten when they see me. Four of them armed and alert. No one is getting within breathing distance of her again. I nod once and step inside. The room is dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the monitors and the city lights bleeding in through the window. Machines hum steadily, and the IV drips rhythmically. She looks smaller and that’s the first thing that hits me. Elena has always filled rooms without trying. Presence, fire, and stubborn elegance. Now she’s still and fragile. Her hair spills across the pillow like silk, her skin is pale but no longer as deathly as it was earlier. There’s colour returning. I pull a chair closer and sit beside her bed. For a moment, I just watch her. I’ve faced men with guns pointed at my head, negotiated with criminals who’d gut someone over a misplaced comma, but this? This terrifies me. I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “You
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