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The rules of being his
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THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Guest bedroom
Chapter Fifty-ThreeTristan's POV“Hey, I've been waiting for you.” Andrea's voice interrupts my thoughts. “I already changed and everything, couldn't find you anywhere.”I turn around.She's standing at the entrance to the outdoor terrace, hair down, wearing nothing but a robe loosely tied at the waist, looking at me with that expression she gets when she's been looking forward to something and is mildly annoyed it hasn't started yet.I turn back toward the pool.I’m leaning against the railing, letting the last drag of smoke leave my lungs slowly. I love the silence here, even though it's expensive. No city noise. No neighbours. Just the sound of wind creating small waves across the water and Andrea's bare feet on the stone behind me.She walks over and stops beside me.“Are you okay?”I drop the cigarette, crushing it beneath my slippers. “Yeah,” I say after a second, forcing a small smile. “I was just thinking.”Andrea leans against the railing beside me, studying my face carefull
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Unstoppable
Chapter Fifty-TwoAndrea's POV“Distinguished guests, esteemed ladies and gentlemen.”Tristan’s deep voice rolls smoothly across the ballroom, calm and effortless, the kind that makes people shut up and listen without needing to ask twice. He stands at the podium like he was manufactured specifically for expensive rooms and intimidating levels of wealth, not a single note in front of him because apparently mortal limitations don’t apply to him.Meanwhile I’m across the room staring like somebody’s embarrassing wife already.Fantastic.The ballroom is packed with people with old money and terrifying smiles, yet somehow Tristan still owns the room without even trying. Every head is turned toward him. Every person is listening.And the annoying part?He’s actually good at this.Not fake-good. Not rehearsed-good.Genuinely good.He speaks about the foundation, about the children the orphanage will serve, about what it means to build something for people who had no say in the circumstance
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS The lady, Celeste
Chapter Fifty-OneTristan’s POVThe bar is on the far side of the hall, surrounded by people pretending their conversations matter more than everyone else’s. I weave past clusters of politicians, investors, and overdressed socialites, already exhausted by the performance of it all.The second I reach the counter, my phone lights up.Unknown number.I stare at the screen for a moment and almost laugh.It's him, obviously.My father has gone through enough burner numbers in the last forty-eight hours to qualify as a criminal organization.The phone keeps vibrating against the marble counter.Persistent bastard.I can’t ignore it because then he’ll simply call again in ten minutes, but I also can’t walk away and leave Andrea standing alone in a room full of strangers.I catch the bartender’s attention first.“Send a Bellini to the woman in the blue dress over there,” I say, nodding toward Andrea across the ballroom.She’s standing near one of the tall floral arrangements, pretending not
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Center of attention
Chapter FiftyAndrea’s POVI knew rich people loved attention.I just didn’t realize they loved it this much.The moment Tristan’s car pulled up in front of the hotel hosting the charity gala, camera flashes immediately exploded everywhere like fireworks.I froze slightly in my seat.Outside, the entrance of the hotel looked almost unreal. Luxury cars lined the driveway one after another while women in glittering gowns and men in perfectly tailored tuxedos stepped onto the red carpet like they were attending the Oscars instead of a fundraiser.I swallowed hard.“This is insane.”Beside me, Tristan adjusted the cuff of his tuxedo calmly like none of this affected him at all.“It gets worse inside.”“That’s supposed to comfort me?”“It wasn’t meant to.”I stared at him. He smirked slightly before finally looking at me properly again. And God, that look should honestly be illegal.His gaze slowly moved over my dress before settling on my face. “You still look beautiful, by the way.”Heat
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS His woman
Chapter Forty-NineAndrea's POV“You look absolutely stunning, Miss Andrea.”Darla says it as she turns me toward the mirror, and for a second, I genuinely forget how to breathe.“Oh my God…” The words leave me in a whisper as I stare at my reflection.The rest of her team immediately joins in, smiling proudly as they begin praising their work and, embarrassingly, me. Someone says I look stunning. Another says Mr Hale won't be able to keep his eyes off me tonight.My cheeks warm instantly.“I really hope he likes the dress I picked,” I admit.Darla laughs softly while directing two of her assistants to begin packing up.“Please,” she says. “You would’ve looked beautiful in every single dress we brought.”I glance around the room and only now fully notice the chaos they created getting me ready. There are hangers filled with gowns I didn’t choose, open boxes of shoes, jewelry cases, makeup kits, and enough beauty products to open a small store.This gala must be a really big deal if Tr
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Love is a fairytale
Chapter Forty-Eight: FairytalesAndrea's POVI’m barely three steps out of the gym when his voice stops me cold.“Get back here, Andrea. I’m not done talking to you.”I don’t slow down. “Well, I am.”I make it exactly two more steps before his hand wraps around my wrist. The movement is fast enough to steal my breath, and the next thing I know, my back hits the corridor wall.Tristan cages me in instantly, one arm braced beside my head. His chest rises and falls harder than it should from exercise alone, grey eyes darker than usual, jaw locked so tight I can see the muscle ticking.“When exactly did you get the nerve to speak to me like that?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.I force myself to meet his stare even though my heart is slamming against my ribs. “When I realized someone needed to tell you the truth since everyone around you seems too afraid to.”His expression hardens.“And this?” I continue before fear can shut me up. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.” I gestu
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