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37. A Legacy of Lies
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2025-03-20 22:00:02The ride back to the city was steeped in heavy silence. The tension from the meeting lingered, stretching between Adrian and Amelia like a taut wire ready to snap. The revelation of Ethan’s supposed son had disrupted the balance of power, a move Elizabeth Cavendish had played with calculated precision.
Adrian sat rigidly in the back seat of the Maybach, one hand drumming against his knee, the other gripping the armrest with barely contained restraint. His stormy gray eyes were fixed on the city lights streaking past the tinted windows, but Amelia knew he wasn’t seeing them. His mind was elsewhere, dissecting Elizabeth’s words, weighing every possibility, every consequence.
Amelia, on the other hand, was caught in a whirlwind of emotions she refused to acknowledge. Betrayal wasn’t new to her, not when it came t
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Surrendering to the Billionaire 38. A Queen’s Last Move
The tension in Adrian’s office was suffocating. The revelation of Ethan’s child, a boy with undeniable Cavendish blood had shifted everything. But the moment Marcus uttered the word missing, the stakes had skyrocketed.Amelia felt an eerie chill settle over her skin. A child. An innocent child was now tangled in the dangerous web Elizabeth Cavendish had spun.Adrian stood motionless, his grip tightening around the folder containing the boy’s photo. The silence was thick, stretching between them like an impending storm. Then, without warning, he slammed the folder onto the desk.“She knows where he is,” Adrian said, his voice low, lethal. “Elizabeth wouldn’t let her greatest weapon vanish without a trace.”
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-21Surrendering to the Billionaire 39. The Boy in the Shadows
The jet cut through the dark sky, slicing across the Atlantic like a blade. Inside the cabin, tension crackled in the air, thick and unrelenting. Adrian sat in his seat, his fingers tapping against the armrest as his mind worked through every possible scenario. The photo of the boy rested on the table before him, its edges slightly curled from being handled too many times. His eyes didn’t leave it.Amelia sat beside him, her arms crossed, her stomach twisted in knots. “Adrian,” she said quietly, watching him with cautious eyes. “What if we’re walking into a trap?”Adrian exhaled slowly, his gaze still locked on the photo. “Then we make sure we’re the ones holding the leash.”Marcus, seated across from them, checked his ta
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Surrendering to the Billionaire 40. Is It The End of Cavendish?
The black SUVs tore through the winding French countryside, the scent of burning rubber mixing with the crisp night air. The estate was behind them, but the weight of what had just happened clung to the air like smoke after a fire.Lucas sat across from them, small, silent. His little hands were balled into fists in his lap, his blue eyes darting between them, but he wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t crying. He was just watching.Elizabeth had lost Lucas. And that meant she had lost everything.Inside the vehicle, the tension was thick. Adrian drove with precision, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds, checking for tails. Amelia sat beside Adrian, her heart still racing, the echoes of gunfire ringing in her ears.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-23Surrendering to the Billionaire 41. The Return to Normal
The world had moved on. Cavendish was gone. Lucas was just a memory. The battle with Elizabeth Cavendish was over. The war had been won. And yet, Amelia felt no relief, only the hum of something unfinished pressing against her chest.The morning air inside the penthouse was crisp, the skyline stretching beyond the glass walls like an untouched painting. The city was waking up, buzzing with life, but inside Adrian’s penthouse, everything was too quiet.Amelia stretched beneath the silk sheets, blinking against the light. The bed beside her was empty, the space where Adrian had slept cool to the touch. Typical.Pushing herself up, she slipped out of bed and pulled on a robe before stepping into the vast living room. There he was, Adrian Black, perfectly composed, dressed
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-24Surrendering to the Billionaire 42. The Game of Control
The night was far from over.Amelia had spent the last hour mingling with some of the most powerful people in the business world, yet her mind was tethered to only one, Adrian Black. Every glance, every smirk, every damn moment of tension between them gnawed at her like an unsolved mystery.Standing by the sleek marble bar, Amelia took a slow sip of her champagne, feeling the weight of Adrian’s gaze from across the room. He was speaking with a group of executives, his posture relaxed, but she knew better. Adrian was never just relaxed, he was always watching, always strategizing. And right now?He was focused on her.Her lips curled into a slow smirk. Two could play this game.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-25Surrendering to the Billionaire 43. Surrender to Sin
“Tell me,” Adrian murmured, dragging his lips down her neck, “who do you belong to?”The arrogance. The sheer dominance in his voice made her head spin. But she wasn’t one to surrender so easily.She tilted her chin defiantly. “No one.”Adrian stilled. Then, in a swift motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her harder against the mirror.“No one?” His voice was rough now, his control slipping.She smirked against his lips. “That’s what I said.”Something in him snapped. His mouth crashed onto he
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-26Surrendering to the Billionaire 44. Unbuttoned and Unleashed
Adrian's gaze raked over Amelia’s body, taking in the sight of her glistening skin and swollen lips. "You look good like this," he agreed, his voice rough with satisfaction. "But we're not done yet."He pulled away from her, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. She shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. He pushed her down onto the mattress, his weight pressing against her as he kissed a trail down her neck to her collarbone.His fingers dipped between her legs, teasing the sensitive flesh there. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of him pressing against her entrance.Amelia squirmed beneath him, her hips thrusting up to meet his touch. His fingers were cold and wet, and she could feel herself growing more aroused by the second.Adrian chuckled against her skin, his fingers sliding deeper inside her. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I love that you're mine."She arched he
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-27Surrendering to the Billionaire 45. Stolen Kisses
Amelia woke to the sensation of warm lips trailing soft kisses along her bare shoulder. Her body was sore but pleasantly so, a reminder of the night before the way Adrian had claimed her over and over again, his name still lingering on her lips. She shifted slightly, feeling the delicious ache between her thighs, and sighed as his arms tightened around her.“You’re awake,” Adrian murmured against her skin, his voice thick with sleep. His breath was warm, his lips tracing lazy circles against her collarbone.Amelia stretched, her muscles still languid from exhaustion, and turned in his embrace to face him. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over his sharp jawline and tousled dark hair. His blue eyes were hooded with satisfaction, but there was something else hidden beneath the
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-28
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Surrendering to the Billionaire 82. Velvet Chains and Silk Sheets
The morning light broke too early. Amelia woke tangled in Adrian’s arms, his skin warm against hers, his breath steady, even as the weight of the world coiled tighter around them. The ache between her thighs was a raw, exquisite reminder of the night before. Last night hadn’t been soft.For one suspended moment, it felt like none of it was real — the photos, the headlines, the threats. Just his body curved around hers like armor. But then her phone buzzed. Again. She reached for her phone and flinched, more missed calls. Notifications, emails. Headlines she didn’t dare read.Adrian stirred, pressing a kiss to the top of her shoulder. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Not yet.”She nodded against his chest, her voice husky. &ld
Surrendering to the Billionaire 81. Wolves in Silk
Christian Christian didn’t stand when Adrian entered the office. He remained seated, legs casually crossed, fingers steepled under his chin, one arm draped over the back of the chair like it was a throne, looking for all the world like a king surveying his stolen throne. His dark suit was perfectly tailored, his tie casually loose like he had better places to be but chose this for the thrill, his expression unreadable behind the kind of smile that didn’t touch his eyes.Adrian stopped just inside the doorway, one hand on the edge of the glass desk. Amelia stood just behind Adrian, her posture tense, instincts prickling.“Christian.” Adrian said coolly, stepping inside. “Didn’t realize we were taking visitors this early.”Christ
Surrendering to the Billionaire 80. Homecoming, with Consequences
The city greeted them like a sharp intake of breath, brisk, fast, and unrelenting. The city felt colder than she remembered. Gone were the soft rustle of palm trees and the endless lull of ocean waves. In their place horns, high heels clacking against pavement, and a skyline that blinked with a thousand ambitions.It wasn’t just the weather—though it was gray and damp, a soft drizzle peppering the windshield as the car glided down the familiar road that led to Adrian’s penthouse. No, it was something else. The way the skyline looked more steel than silver. The way the buildings rose like jagged teeth rather than shimmering towers.Amelia rested her forehead against the cool glass of the car window, watching raindrops chase each other down the pane.Vaca
Surrendering to the Billionaire 79. Skin on Fire
Adrian gently laid Amelia down on the plush blanket he had spread out on the sand. The cool night air and distant sound of waves provided a sensual backdrop as he gazed upon her beauty in the moonlight. His dark eyes smoldered with barely restrained desire as they roamed over her curves, taking in every detail.His hands slowly roamed her curves, caressing every inch of exposed skin as he undressed her piece by piece with aching tenderness. Amelia shivered under his touch, relishing the feel of his fingers igniting flames across her body. She arched into him, desperate for more."Adrian," she sighed, reaching for him.Their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss that spoke volumes of their longing for one another. Tongues twined and danced as their passion grew hotter. Adrian
Surrendering to the Billionaire 78. One Last Sunrise
The last morning on the island came wrapped in golden hush, in a kind of silence that made everything feel heavier. Not sad, not quite, not yet. But something lingered in the air, something that felt like goodbye.Amelia stirred before the sun did. She heard the sound of waves, slow and rhythmic against the shore. The breeze, warmer now with summer’s edge, drifted in through the open terrace doors, rustling the white curtains and brushing across the bare skin of her arms.She reached across the bed, instinctively searching for warmth—but found only crumpled sheets. She blinked, eyes adjusting to the soft morning glow. Adrian wasn’t beside her. His presence was everywhere, the scent of his cologne faint on the pillow, the imprint of his body in the mattress, the echo of his voice from last night, whispering pro
Surrendering to the Billionaire 77. Tangled in Sunsets and Temptation
The morning after felt like silk unfolded slowly, like molasses dripping under the golden spill of coastal light.Golden light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adrian’s villa, catching on the fluttering curtains and dancing across the bed where Amelia lay wrapped in one of Adrian’s T-shirts and an oversized comforter. Her body was still humming from the way Adrian had kissed her last night, from the way he’d held her like she was something precious, not fragile, but irreplaceable.Adrian had gotten up early, but not before pressing a kiss to her temple and murmuring something about coming back with breakfast. She wasn’t entirely convinced that there hadn't been a bribe to stop her from demanding more rounds last night.She blinke
Surrendering to the Billionaire 76. Wild Hearts, Reckless Hands
The ocean sparkled under the late-morning sun, a blinding expanse of endless blue stretching toward the horizon. The air was humid and salted, the sky painted in strokes of blue and gold as early afternoon pressed into view.On the private beach nestled below Adrian’s coastal villa, paradise looked like a postcard. Amelia, however, was not feeling particularly zen. Especially not when Adrian revved the engine of the jet ski and sent them flying across a wave that could’ve launched them straight into orbit.Adrian turned, smirking over his shoulder. “Ready, sweetheart?”Amelia stood on the dock, squinting into the sunlight. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and a bright coral bikini peeking through the open
Surrendering to the Billionaire 75. The Way He Holds Me
The moment Adrian’s lips crashed into hers, the world fell away. The air between them was thick with heat and longing, heavy enough to drown in.The storm outside faded into a distant hum, nothing but white noise compared to the thunder in Amelia’s chest. He kissed her like she was the only thing tethering him to reality, like the craving for her was so deep it had carved a permanent space in his soul. His mouth moved with a hunger that contradicted the slow burn simmering just beneath the surface.She responded just as fiercely.There was no rush to undress. No frantic fumbling. Just the fevered, maddening art of holding back of tasting, teasing, testing the limits of restraint.Adrian broke the kiss bu
Surrendering to the Billionaire 74. Marooned with a Madman
The morning arrived with a storm, rolling in from the sea with an ominous rumble of thunder. Sheets of rain battered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, the wind howling like a restless beast. The sky was dark, casting an eerie glow over the room, but inside, cocooned beneath the thick covers, Amelia felt nothing but warmth. The sky outside was a deep shade of gray, casting the bedroom in a muted, dreamlike light. It was the kind of morning that begged for laziness, for tangled sheets and whispered words.She stirred against Adrian’s chest, her bare skin brushing against his. He was awake, his arm lazily draped around her waist, fingers tracing slow, idle circles on her hip. Even in sleep, he was possessive. Even in a storm, he was in control.Amelia sighed, her lips brushing against his collarbone. “It&rsq
