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Chapter 28 – The Bride He Chose

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-28 18:29:21

SAESHA POV

The first thing I felt wasn’t sunlight.

It was Veeraj’s fingers.

Slow, deliberate circles against my clit, dragging me out of a heavy sleep. My body twitched, a whimper slipping from my lips before I even opened my eyes.

I tried to bury my face deeper into his chest, hiding, refusing. My thighs squeezed together, sore from the night before.

“Wake up, Principessa,” his voice rumbled above me, amused and cruel. “I don’t like my fiancée sleeping in when I’ve got calls to make.”

My lashes fluttered. “W-what…?”

His other hand was holding his phone to his ear. His tone snapped sharp and commanding into it. “No. Not Milan. Somewhere private. Destination wedding. Locked down. No press. Only family.”

My chest seized. Wedding?

I jerked up, but his arm slammed me back against him, fingers never leaving my clit. My body betrayed me, already wet from his touch even while my mind screamed.

“Stop—Veeraj, please—I can’t—”

“Shh.” He kissed my temple hard, his voice d
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