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Dream come true

Penulis: Zelly
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~Helen's POV~

I knocked gently on the study door and waited until a faint "come in" filtered through. Slowly, I stepped inside.

Lisa stood before Mr. Hartley, her face unreadable—neither pleased nor upset. The neutrality in her expression only stirred my curiosity.

What’s going on?

I tried not to let my questions race too far ahead as I moved closer.

“You called for me, sir?” I asked, bowing my head slightly in respect.

As I straightened, my eyes drifted to the far end of the study—and there he was. Sebastian. Seated on the couch, arms folded, legs casually crossed. His gaze lifted to meet mine, and in that instant, something fluttered violently in my chest.

Butterflies.

God, the way his eyes lingered, like he was reading right through me—my spine tingled. I couldn't help remembering how he stood up for me earlier. How his voice silenced Mena like a switch had been flipped.

Maybe he hadn’t meant to ignore me earlier in the hallway. Maybe he was lost in thought after changing his suit.
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  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Dream come true

    ~Helen's POV~I knocked gently on the study door and waited until a faint "come in" filtered through. Slowly, I stepped inside.Lisa stood before Mr. Hartley, her face unreadable—neither pleased nor upset. The neutrality in her expression only stirred my curiosity.What’s going on?I tried not to let my questions race too far ahead as I moved closer.“You called for me, sir?” I asked, bowing my head slightly in respect.As I straightened, my eyes drifted to the far end of the study—and there he was. Sebastian. Seated on the couch, arms folded, legs casually crossed. His gaze lifted to meet mine, and in that instant, something fluttered violently in my chest.Butterflies.God, the way his eyes lingered, like he was reading right through me—my spine tingled. I couldn't help remembering how he stood up for me earlier. How his voice silenced Mena like a switch had been flipped.Maybe he hadn’t meant to ignore me earlier in the hallway. Maybe he was lost in thought after changing his suit.

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Never to apologize

    ~Helen's Pov~I had never heard Mrs. Hartley raise her voice like that before. Her words—sharp, shaken, and furious—were unlike anything I'd ever known her to say.Like they always say, nothing beats a mother’s love... but this love felt like a wildfire, dangerous and unpredictable.When Lisa told me to serve Mena her dinner in her room, I already braced myself. I knew what I was walking into. Lisa’s eyes followed me with silent pity as I entered the kitchen. She didn’t ask for details—she already had a heads-up about the storm I was being thrown into.And just as I feared, Mena did the unthinkable.When I reached her bedroom, a nurse was already tending to her neatly dressed wound. I placed her food tray down and turned to leave. That’s when she snapped.“Seems those who raised you did a terrible job,” she hissed. “You hurt me and your relatively low intellect doesn’t even tell you to apologize?”Her voice was a blade—sharp, condescending, meant to wound.Her twisted sense of pride c

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Deadpanned

    ~Sebastian's POV~The sight of Mena striking Helen ignited a wildfire in my chest.What the hell is wrong with my sister?One moment, she’s nagging me for not having a woman in my life, and the next—she slaps the very woman I intend to make mine. That tiny, chipmunk hand of hers hit so hard it left a glaring red handprint on Helen’s cheek.I couldn’t hold back my rage. My voice thundered through the room as I snapped at Mena, but then I caught sight of her bleeding foot, and everything in me stilled.Damn it.No matter how much of a pain in the ass she is, I can’t stand seeing her hurt. She’s my sister—a royal pain sometimes, but still blood.And Helen…Helen makes me lose every ounce of common sense I’ve ever had.I want her.All of her.But not at the cost of hurting my own sister.I crouched beside Mena and dressed her wound, stealing glances at Helen as she quietly cleaned the shattered vase.Why the hell am I this drawn to her?She’s just a maid.A fucking maid.Yet, here I am—ca

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Not of it bothered

    ~Helen’s POV~When did he return?I didn’t even care. It was his house, wasn’t it?But the way he looked at me—eyes flared wide, jaw tight—it wasn’t neutral. No, that wasn’t a look you gave a stranger. That was a glare sharp enough to cut through flesh.It had to be for me. Couldn’t be Mena. Why would he care what I go through?I wasn’t anyone worth giving a damn about.My palm still pressed to my cheek, skin stinging where Mena’s hand had landed. It throbbed with heat, a reminder of just how vicious her slap had been.She might’ve been a spoiled brat, but her hands? Brutal. Like she enjoyed leaving marks behind.“You didn’t—” he started, his voice hard but unfinished as his gaze dropped to Mena’s foot. Blood pooled beneath her, vivid against the marble floor.“You’re hurt,” he said, kneeling beside her, worry flickering across his features.“This pig did this,” Mena spat, pointing at me with venom in her eyes.I took a step back, my heartbeat steady but heavy. Without a word, I turne

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Storm again

    Helen’s POVLisa began preparing dinner—it was already 4:30. I helped her wash and dice vegetables while she stirred pots and adjusted the flame. Zara was buried in her garden work again, spending nearly two hours outside as though the flowers whispered secrets only she could hear.From the ingredients we had, Lisa whipped up an arugula salad for starters, buttered noodles with asparagus for the main course, and chocolate cream pie for dessert. The aroma danced through the air, warm and comforting.Dinner was just ready when Mrs. Hartley returned—with Storm trailing behind her and a trail of shopping bags carried by Usher, her personal bodyguard.“Welcome, ma’am,” I said politely.“Thank you, Helen,” Mrs. Hartley replied with a kind smile. Storm didn’t even glance at me. Her mouth was already moving a mile a minute—like always. I wasn’t expecting much from her anyway.I quickly counted the bags with my eyes, already dreading how many trips I’d have to make upstairs.Sixteen bags?You’

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Her feel

    ~Sebastian's POV~A few steps into my room and I stopped—frozen.The sight of her curves from behind had me utterly transfixed.Damn.I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My fingers itched with a hunger to touch her—just once. To feel the softness of her skin beneath my palms. To hold her close and drink in the warmth radiating off her perfect body.She was completely absorbed, admiring the suit she had laid out, oblivious to my presence. She stepped backward, unaware of how each slow movement reeled me in like a moth to flame.The more steps she took, the deeper I sank into the trance.How could one woman be so dangerously tempting?Her face alone could drive any man mad. And that walk—The way her hips swayed so naturally? That alone did me in.A beauty like hers didn’t just need attention.She needed to be worshipped.By me.Then it happened.She took one more step and bumped right into me—with that perfect ass.Damn.The contact sent a jolt through me. Every nerve in my body ignited. The

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Cold shoulder

    ~Helen's POV~“What the hell could she possibly be doing to ignore my calls?” Lisa snapped, clearly fuming.Well, what Zara had going on was way too steamy for her to answer Lisa. Her moans and contorted expression screamed of desires being thoroughly satisfied.I didn’t utter a word to Lisa; instead, I brushed past her and headed straight for the kitchen. There’s no way I’m telling her about Zara’s little escapade. It’s not my business, and I’m not sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong.Lisa wasn’t making lunch — there was no one around to eat it. Sebastian had only come home for his suit and would be leaving again once he changed. I sat on the stool by the kitchen counter, still trying to shake off what had just happened minutes ago. The air conditioner caressed my skin, offering a little relief and helping me breathe through the chaos in my head.Sebastian’s charm keeps knocking the breath out of me. The feel of his embrace — gentle, yet fiercely possessive — had wrecked me. I h

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    His feel

    ~Sebastian’s POV~Right before me was Mike’s girlfriend, positioned in doggy style and getting banged by the restaurant manager. I stood in shock, my eyes fixed on them both in disgust.How could she do this to Mike?It hadn’t even been an hour since I saw her with Mike outside the company—and now this?Mike’s furious yell snapped me out of it. He was right behind me.“How could you do this?” His rage was explosive. I stepped aside, letting him vent it all.The stupid manager still had his dick inside her while she stood stunned, realizing her downfall. Mike clenched his fists, veins popping as he stepped closer to them.His girlfriend moved off the manager and quickly pulled down her dress.“Mike, no—it’s not what you think. I can explain,” she said shamelessly.What’s there to think about? She was getting fucked by the manager and claims it’s not what we think? Her words drew a bitter laugh from me.“I can’t believe this, Ivy,” Mike said, stepping back, ready to leave.His girlfrien

  • Secret affair with the billionaire    Unraveled

    Helen’s POVThe sight before me knocked the breath out of my lungs.There—right in the middle of the guest bathroom—stood Zara, completely naked, bent over the marble sink while Mali, one of Mena’s bodyguards, pounded into her from behind like a man possessed. Her moans echoed off the tiled walls, wild and uninhibited, as if she didn’t have a single care in the world.“Oh God—yes, like that—just like that!” she cried, her voice raw with pleasure.I stood frozen, my hand still on the doorknob, too stunned to even blink. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t believe what the hell I was seeing.Innocent, soft-spoken Zara—the girl who blushed when you said the word "sex"—was being fucked like a pornstar. Her wrists were pinned behind her back, her body arched and submissive, and on the floor lay a pink dildo discarded like a toy no longer needed, replaced now by a very real, very aggressive Mali.And he wasn’t going easy on her. He drove into her with the full force of his body, grunt

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