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Shockwaves

Penulis: Vera knight
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-30 21:41:48

Returning to the office the next day, Isabella immediately sensed a shift in the air. People stared at her, whispers floated between desks, and tension hung thickly in the hallways. The usual hum of the office, the soft tapping of keyboards, the low murmur of phone calls, the distant whir of the printer felt muted, almost strained, as if the entire building had paused to watch her. Even the fluorescent lights above seemed harsher than usual, reflecting off polished floors and glass partitions in sharp, accusing lines.

As she walked past the cubicles, Isabella felt the weight of eyes on her back. Every glance, every quiet whisper, pressed in on her, making her feel exposed, like she had stepped into a spotlight she had never asked for. The air smelled faintly of coffee and paper, but even that was tinged with the metallic bite of tension. She could feel the subtle shift in posture of her colleagues, someone stopping mid-conversation, a hand frozen over a keyboard, a head turning too qu
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  • The billionaire virgin wife   Sweet Disasters

    The kitchen looked like a battlefield.Flour dusted the countertops, streaked Damian’s black shirt, and somehow clung stubbornly to Isabella’s hair, forming tiny clouds of white that shimmered in the soft afternoon light. A bowl sat lopsided on the marble island, half-filled with what was supposed to be chocolate mousse. Instead, it looked like melted pudding on the verge of collapse, a sad imitation of her earlier confidence.Damian stood across from her, arms crossed, eyes narrowed but not without amusement. His usual commanding presence was slightly undermined by the specks of flour dotting his pristine shirt and his carefully combed hair.“That does not look edible,” he said finally, his tone flat, though his gaze betrayed a hint of amusement.Isabella doubled over with laughter, clutching her stomach as a small piece of chocolate smeared onto her fingers. “You are the billionaire CEO everyone fears, and yet you cannot even whisk cream properly,” she teased, the sound of her laugh

  • The billionaire virgin wife   Cooking lessons

    The scent of garlic and olive oil drifted lazily through the penthouse kitchen, curling around the stainless steel appliances and the polished marble floor like a private invitation. Isabella shifted on her bare feet, feeling the cool tiles press against her skin. Her apron was tied in a lopsided knot at her waist, straps cutting slightly into her shoulders, and a stray lock of hair had escaped, brushing against her cheek. She felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with the apron.Damian leaned against the counter across from her, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the light catching the lines of his strong forearms. He watched her with a calm intensity that made her chest flutter. Every time her eyes met his, a small, dangerous thrill ran through her.“You’re staring at me again,” she muttered, slicing an onion with more caution than skill. The knife wobbled slightly in her hand.“I’m observing,” he said smoothly. His voice was quiet but firm, carrying the kind of authority that

  • The billionaire virgin wife   The CEO’s Shield

    The office was louder than usual. Not with voices, but with silence. The heavy kind. The kind that pressed against the walls and seeped into the air like smoke. It was not the comfortable silence of focused workers at their desks, nor the neutral hush of a Monday morning. This was the other kind. The heavy, suffocating quiet that came with eyes following your every step, with gossip pulsing through the veins of the building, sharp and poisonous.When Isabella stepped out of the private elevator beside Damian the next morning, she felt the weight of it immediately. The silence clung to her like a second skin. Stares burned into her flesh, prickling her shoulders, sinking claws into her chest. The world seemed to tilt under the scrutiny.She could hear the faint shuffle of papers being deliberately rearranged, the pointed coughs that were not coughs at all, the faint hush of voices dropping to whispers as soon as they noticed her presence. Every sound seemed designed to remind her she w

  • The billionaire virgin wife   Whispers in the dark

    Isabella woke to silence.Not the hollow silence of her old apartment, the kind that pressed against her chest like a heavy fog, but a stillness filled with warmth. A kind of warmth that came from knowing someone else was there. The faint hum of the city outside could not break through the cocoon of safety wrapped around her, a fragile shield she did not yet dare to name.The sheets were smoother than anything she had ever slept on. They smelled faintly of Damian, a scent that lingered somewhere between comfort and danger. Her hand reached across instinctively, seeking him, but his side of the bed was empty. Cool to the touch. For a heartbeat, panic lanced through her. Memories rose unbidden. Waking alone after whispered promises. Doors closed on her when she expected warmth. Cold apartments and colder hearts. The fear was a familiar companion, and it almost made her retreat back beneath the covers. Almost.Then she heard it. A faint clink of porcelain drifting from down the hall. A s

  • The billionaire virgin wife   Moving in

    The city lights glittered beneath them like scattered diamonds, painting the night in a thousand shifting colors. Isabella stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian’s penthouse, her reflection staring back at her, fragile and uncertain. The suitcase at her side looked absurdly small in such a vast, immaculate space.She pressed her palm lightly against the glass, her chest rising and falling as if she were standing on the edge of something both exhilarating and terrifying. This wasn’t a dream. Not another fantasy spun in the quiet of her lonely nights. Damian had asked her to move in. And she—heart pounding, hands trembling—had said yes.Yet standing here now, surrounded by sleek marble, polished wood, and gleaming metal that screamed of wealth and dominance, Isabella suddenly felt like a trespasser. Everything about this penthouse was Damian—the boldness, the precision, the untouchable elegance. And she? She was still the secretary who once took the subway in heels that pinched

  • The billionaire virgin wife   Fury and Schemes

    Helena slammed her fist on the table. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, making the chandelier above them tremble.“They took it down? How dare they!”Her voice was venomous, carrying both outrage and humiliation. She paced across the polished marble floor of the private suite they had chosen as their war room. Anger dripped from her every movement, the way her heels struck the ground, the way her hands clenched, the way her jaw tightened until it seemed her teeth might crack.Clarissa, lounging lazily in a velvet chair, lifted her wine glass and swirled it with infuriating calm. “Relax. My mom is with us. This is only the beginning.”But Helena wasn’t in the mood for calm. The fire in her chest burned hotter with every passing second. “Relax? Do you know what it means that it was taken down? Damian has resources, resources that silence people in minutes. He’s protecting her with the same power that once belonged to me. That… that little secretary thinks she’s untouchab

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