Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Trillionaire’s Revenge : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Luke’s Pov "I asked you a question, Bart," I ask, wondering what it could be. Was he taking drugs? He gives a wide smile, "Nothing serious, sir." He replies, but I don't believe him. Naturally, Bart gave off an awkward vibe and his personality was negative. He always tried to play the good guy but any wise person could see through it. I don't believe him.  "I don't want you doing drugs or anything illegal in my home for that matter so get rid of whatever the hell it is you're on." I continue, "I need you to arrange a bouquet, a very huge bouquet of all the freshest flowers available and send them to my wife before noon, okay?" He nods. He looks agitated and sweaty but I ignore it and leave. I had a long and interesting day ahead.   "Good morning, Mr. Carrington." A female staff says to me as I walk the grounds of Carrington Enterprise

Luke and I are seated on the dining as Laurel sets the table with our food.  "What's for dinner?" He asks and as I'm about to answer, Laurel begins to speak.  "Well, Luke, we were supposed to follow your meal plan today and we had already prepared that, but your wife insisted we make another dish even if I told her not to." SHE says, eyeing me slyly.  "Excuse me, Laurel?" I turn towards Luke, "Please, I didn't know you had a meal plan or anything- she didn't tell me anything." Luke looks at both of us back and forth, "Natalie, you should have asked. We have certain rules here.” I gasp in shock and utter disbelief. "I should have asked? I just told you, I did ask." I look at Laurel, "Why are you lying?!" I yell. "Luke, she didn't tell me anything, believe me.” Laurel is about to speak but Luke stops her, "Please, all I'm asking is th

I had been staring at Luke's face while he was sleeping for a few minutes. Last night was undoubtedly the best night of my life. Luke and I hadn't just made love, we had broken all the barriers between us, and our actions last night made it clear that we really did need each other.  He looked so calm and peaceful as he slept. I lay my head on his shoulders and inhale his scent; a mixture of  coconut and probably an expensive perfume. I hear him breath and stretch. "Have you been up?" He asks "Yes." I respond as I hug him. He returns the action and holds me.  "How was I last night, did I hurt you?"  "No, no." I say looking at him in the eyes, I cup his jaws, "You didn't, I know you would never hurt me intentionally." He smiles and checks his wristwatch. "You had your watch on this whole time?" I chuckle.  "I'm a businessman. Time is money— but that d

We had gotten to Shoreditch before nightfall and I lay here, in my bed, thoughtless. Luke had gone to his study to sort out some business related issues and had promised to bring our dinner to my room as soon as he was done. I get down from my bed and tip toe to my bedside mirror, and I unconventionally stare at myself when my eye falls on my neck. I touch it and tilt my head to properly get a good view of it. It was a love bite. There's a knock on the door. "Come in." I say, turning to look at the door. It's Emmanuele.  "Madam?" She says. I get down from the stool and walk to her, my arms crossed. "Yes, Emmanuele, what is it?"  "Well, Mr. Carrington is on the phone and he doesn't seem all that happy- he broke a vase." She says and I gasp. Immediately, I rush past her and head downstairs.  Reaching down, it's quiet and I see Luke standing by the bar, his back facing me. He has a glass

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, panicking. I rush to the door, my hand over my mouth as I lock the door. He is sitting on the couch, his legs crossed.  "Aren't you happy to see me, Natty?" He asks, while I stand there, h  orrified, trembling at the thought of Luke walking in on us. He gets up and gets dangerously close to me. I stand still, my hands behind me, on the wall. He holds my waist and my body is resting on his. I close my eyes, "Please, I beg you. Leave me alone." I push him and move to my bed. He comes close again and cups my face in his hands, "You can't tell me you didn't miss me, didn't think of me. . ." He continues, "I apologize for coming so late my love, but I'm here now. Let's leave now." He raises my chin up and we share an eye lock. My eyes are watery. He leans in for a kiss and I do not resist— instead, I kiss back. Somehow, Rocky and I find ourselves kneeling on the floor. I am crying, my han