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The things we inherit
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2026-08-14 19:26:35
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THE PRICE OF BEING HIS The beginning of our little world
Chapter Sixty-OneAndrea’s POVI grin at him, almost unable to believe he actually agreed.“I've decided,” I announce, still sitting on his lap. “This is officially our week of doing absolutely nothing responsible.”His eyebrow lifts. “So I apparently pay you to ruin my schedule.”“You agreed.”“I'm already regretting it.”The words are dry, but the small smile tugging at his lips ruins the effect.I narrow my eyes at him. “You work too much. You should cut yourself some slack sometimes.”“Slack?”“Yes. You're allowed to relax, you know.”He looks at me for a moment before that familiar smirk appears. His hands settle comfortably around my waist, drawing me a little closer until our faces are only inches apart.“You may be right, but…” He pauses deliberately. “I need to finish my call with Daniel first.”Before he can reach for the phone resting on the chair beside him, I'm already moving. I grab it, and jump off his lap.Tristan stares at me, I smile back at him sweetly.“Don't do th
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS The good side of the bed
Chapter SixtyAndrea’s POV“Andrea.”I groan and turn onto my other side, dragging the blanket higher over my shoulder.Please. Just five more minutes. Or four, I can compromise. Three is fine too.As long as I get to finish this very important dream where I'm ridiculously rich and completely self-made.“Andrea.”I squeeze my eyes tighter.I am just getting to the part where I am about to buy a private island.Why does this man have such terrible timing?A quiet chuckle comes from behind me.The mattress shifts, and a moment later, I feel his fingers gently move the hair away from my face. Then his lips brush my forehead.“Come on, baby. You have to wake up.”I open one eye.Tristan is looking down at me with an annoyingly calm expression.“Why?” “Come and eat.”I close my eye again. “I'm not hungry.”I hear him sigh softly, and then his fingers move over my cheek.“You didn't eat much last night.”I open my eyes again.His thumb brushes my cheek gently.“And I don't like my women sk
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS The things we inherit
Chapter Fifty-NineAndrea's POV“But this is not the way home, Tristan.”My voice breaks through the silence that has been sitting between us for almost twenty minutes.Tristan doesn't take his eyes off the road. “I'm aware.”I glance out the window at the unfamiliar route. “Then where are we going?”His grip tightens slightly around the steering wheel. “You'll see.”The flatness of his voice tells me everything I need to know.He isn't in the mood to talk yet.The dinner at the Hale mansion ended almost an hour ago, but it's obvious he's still carrying it with him. His brows have been pulled together the entire drive, his jaw locked so tightly I'm surprised his teeth haven't cracked.I've never seen him this angry before.Not angry in the explosive sense.Angry in the quiet way.The more dangerous way.So I take the hint and stop asking questions.The rest of the drive passes in silence. Eventually, city lights disappear behind us. Buildings become fewer. Roads become emptier. Then s
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Dinner with the Hales
Chapter Fifty-EightAndrea's POVAll I did was agree.Maybe I should have asked more questions.Maybe I should have asked why Tristan looked so tense after bringing it up. Maybe I should have asked why he spent the entire drive oddly quiet, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel every few minutes.Instead, I just said yes and now I was staring at a mansion that somehow made Tristan's house look modest.“Oh my God.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.The gates alone looked expensive enough to pay off a hundred people's monthly salary and I'm not exaggerating.Tristan glanced at me from the driver's seat.“That bad?”“Your family lives here?”His mouth twitched slightly. “Unfortunately.”The car continued down the long driveway.The mansion seemed to grow bigger the closer we got. Massive white columns framed the entrance. Perfect gardens stretched across the property. Fountains sparkled beneath the evening sun.Everything screamed money.Old money.My stomach tight
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS The promise
Chapter Fifty-SevenTristan’s POVNot once in my life has a woman ever slapped me across the face. Not once. And somehow the craziest part of this entire situation is that I’m not even angry about it.I probably should be.Three months ago, if anyone had asked me how I’d react to being hit, I would’ve said exactly what everybody expects from Tristan Hale.Cold rage, distance, punishment.But standing here now, looking at Andrea panicking in front of me with tears already gathering in her eyes…All I feel is guilt.Because I pushed her there.I know I did.The slap barely even registered compared to the look on her face afterward. Immediate regret, immediate fear and honestly? That part bothers me more than the slap itself.“Tristan…” Her voice shakes badly. “I'm so sorry.”I finally move but not toward her. Just one step away.Because right now my thoughts are too loud and I need one second to get them under control before I say something stupid.Andrea notices immediately and the fea
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Don't touch me
Chapter Fifty-SixAndrea’s POVIt’s been a week.An entire week.Seven full days since Tristan decided to disappear from my life while somehow still living in the same house as me.At first, I genuinely thought something was wrong.The second morning, I woke up confused when his side of the bed was empty again. The third morning, I started getting annoyed. By the fourth, I was checking news articles to make sure he hadn’t secretly died in some dramatic billionaire accident.But no, he was alive. Very alive apparently, just avoiding me like I personally ruined his life.Every text I sent never got a response. Every single one. And the worst part? He read them.I knew he did because those stupid little read receipts would appear under my messages like tiny acts of violence.Meanwhile the man continued haunting the house like some emotionally unavailable ghost. He’d leave before I woke up and somehow return after I’d fallen asleep.At least… that’s what I assumed.Until the couch inciden
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS One word from him
Chapter two Andrea's POVThe whole room turns at once.Security stops moving, the host straightens, and every whispered conversation around me dies when everyone heard that voice.I turn slowly, and the first thing I notice is that he isn’t looking at the broken pieces on the floor, or the host, or
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Imposter syndrome
Andrea's POV “My house in Santorini is becoming a headache,” the silver-head man in front of me says, swirling his drink like he owns the ocean itself. “Every summer there is some renovation issue. The staff says salt air destroys everything.”I tilt my head slightly and laugh, not too loud, not t
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Solutions in a contract
Chapter threeAndrea's POVI get home that night, and the first thing I hear is my mother crying.It’s not the first time, and it probably won’t be the last, but it never gets easier standing outside the kitchen door listening so I linger for a moment before walking in. She wipes her face quickly an
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Sores and aches
Chapter ElevenAndrea’s POVI wake up slowly, the kind of slow where my brain is still half-asleep but my body is already screaming at me.Everything aches.My body feels like it has been through a very polite war, sore in places I did not know could ache, heavy in the best and worst ways. The shee
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