Chapter 263.Rosealba sat on the table. Her breathing was still uneven, the high of her orgasm making her vision slightly hazy. Her thighs trembled softly, and her hands clung to the edge of the table as Drystan leaned in and cupped her face.His touch was warm and worshipful.“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me…”Rosealba trembled slightly. She tried to smile, but it melted into a soft gasp as he leaned in and kissed her again—this time slower, gentler, like he wanted to kiss the very breath from her lungs.“Hmm.”She whimpered into his mouth, her arms rising to hold onto his shoulders. The kiss deepened, becoming hungrier, and more heated.His tongue danced against her mouth, exploring every inch of her lips and tasting every corner. Then slowly, he pulled back, only slightly. Then he bent to kiss down her neck. Each kiss burned, leaving her trembling again.“You good?” he whispere
Chapter 262. Drystan rose slowly, the envelope still resting gently on the table beside them. His eyes didn’t leave Rosealba—not for a second.She was watching him too, cheeks glowing with emotion, lips parted like she was still trying to breathe through the joy inside her.But he didn’t say a word.He just stepped closer, wrapping his arms beneath her thighs and lifting her smoothly onto the edge of the table.“Drystan.” Rosealba gasped softly, her gown rising slightly, pooling at her hips, her legs now dangling softly off the side.“Hu.” She gasped just a little, caught off guard by the gentleness of his strength.“Drystan…” she whispered again, but he didn't reply. His hands just rose to her face, cupping her cheeks in both palms. Warm, steady, and safe. He held her there, just looking at her. Looking into her. Like he was memorizing her expression.His thumbs stroked her skin, and his forehead leaned against hers for a second, their breaths brushing softly together in the quiet
Chapter 261.Drystan sat in his dimly lit office, behind his long mahogany desk, fingers loosely steepled, eyes cold and unreadable. The morning light spilled softly through the windows, brushing against the edges of the file on his desk—the one Rocco had just handed him.He didn’t touch it yet. He just glared at the door, behind Rocco. “Speak,” he said, still not sparing Rocco a glance. Rocco stood on the other side of the desk, shoulders straight but tension clinging to him.“I checked everything, my lord.” Rocco said quietly. “Her background… it’s completely wiped. No schooling records. No childhood data. No links to family. No work history. Everything we tried to trace came up blank.”Drystan’s brows narrowed. “You mean to tell me she doesn’t exist?”“No, sir. I mean… someone made her invisible.”Drystan’s gaze didn’t flinch. “Who could do that?”“Someone very connected. Or very protected.”Drystan’s jaw flexed slowly. His uncle had orchestrated all of this. His uncle had carefu
Chapter 260. Drystan was still sitting, shoulders too relaxed, eyes blinking like someone fighting sleep.Stephanie waved a hand in front of him gently. He gave no response, no body movement, no eye moment. Her lips stretched into a wicked smile, fingers moving to the back of her gown, unhooking it one clasp at a time, soft metal clicks echoing in the quiet room. The silky black fabric slid off her shoulder as she stepped closer, ready to touch him.But just as her fingers reached for his chest—His hand shot out.Fast, strong and unforgiving. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, flipping her over the desk in one sharp, clean move.“Huh?”Stephanie gasped. The sound punched the air, her body hitting the table before she could scream, her arms pinned tightly beneath his grip.She turned her face toward him, eyes wide with shock, body quivering from fear. “What—how—”Drystan stood over her, calm as ever, not a single ounce of tiredness in his face. His voice was col
Chapter 259.Drystan’s eyes lifted slowly, brows knitting slightly as he took her in.Stephanie wore a black gown that clung to her body, her blonde hair straightened to fall down her back like silk. She had even worn a nude gloss—something Rosealba often wore. Anything to make Drystan see Rosealba through her. The resemblance was eerie… and intentional. But Drystan didn't fail to see that there was indeed a striking resemblance between she and Rosealba. Drystan leaned back in his chair, watching her with quiet patience. He didn't say a word, didn't bark at her. Didn't tell her to leave. He just sat there and watched her. Because he knew something was off and he was just about to get rid of her. Stephanie took the unspoken invitation and walked in slowly, the wine glass still in her hand. Her heels barely made a sound now, her steps calculated and light as she walked in, swaying her body to walk in like Rosealba often does.She placed the glass on the edge of his desk, looking at h
Chapter 258. Rosealba pushed the door to her office open stepping in. Her heels clicked softly on the tiled floor, and Emilia followed right behind her, carrying a folder and her usual iced coffee.“Tell me you’re finally going to pick that book,” Emilia said, already eyeing the shelf in the corner.Rosealba glanced at the space where the thick, untouched manuscript sat, tucked between design catalogues and brand guides.She walked over slowly, her coat swaying with her steps. “I dropped it before.”Emilia raised a brow. “Yeah, because you were mad at your husband.”Rosealba turned, lips curved into a soft smile. “We weren’t married then. And we weren't talking. I didn’t want to write about love when I didn’t feel it.”“But now?” Emilia asked, dropping into one of the chairs and crossing her legs.Rosealba gently pulled the manuscript out and stared down at it. The cover was simple—just her name and the title. But the story inside… it was them.Inspired by her life with Drystan. The