บททั้งหมดของ His Sweet Bella: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"We need to talk," she declared in a firm and determined voice.  Killian threw back the remaining of his drink and stomped the glass onto the table before rising to his feet all the while keeping his eyes on her. His eyes were bloodshot. Ara licked her lips in nervousness under his scrutinizing gaze and stepped inside the room, letting the door shut behind her.   Killian was watching her stoically as she approached him with little hesitant strides. God, he is intimidating even when he was just standing there doing nothing.       "How much do you want?" he queried. Ara halted and looked up at him in confusion. 

The gunshot pierced through the frozen air of the room.Ara, stunned to her bone, watched him flinch back as the bullet stabbed through his guts, point-blank. He gasped, feeling the bullet through his flesh. His lidded eyes were fixed on her, shimmering with adoration and longing. The agony was also glistening in them, the reason wasn't the dreadful pain wrenching his guts but all the hopes he had lost in that moment. The hope of spending a lifetime with her. The hope of building a life with her. The hope of waking up next to her every morning. He wasn't going to wake up again. This was the end. He didn't want to live in a world where she was not his. He hated himself for not being enough for her. He hated himself for n

Ara removed the lid and put her nose forward to smell the brew. Her nose scrunched in distaste. It smelled horrible, perfect. A pleased smile crept across her face as she turned off the stove and pour the concoction into a bowl. He was so going to hate it. Serves him well for pulling that suicide stunt on her. Satisfied with her work, she picked the tray and started towards his room. He had moved back home the day after his surgery. He was recovering well, thanks to her concoction that she forced down his throat every morning, evening, and night. She had learned this natural remedy from Sister Teresa. Ara had more faith in nature than the medicines. The only downside was that she had to taste it too whenever he would kiss her.She quietly opened the door to his room to see it was still dark

One night wasn't enough to satiate the wild desire that had been tormenting them for the last three years, at least not for Killian. The lack of sex had driven him nearly to the edge. H's nights were spent sighing and turning, tossing in the bed. thinking about her. Many nights he was tempted to fuck with this waiting, get on the plane, bring her back, and fuck her till his damn cock break off. It was torturous. His thick raging shaft never stopped aching for the comfort of her gentle heat. He tried to ease the ache with the help of his hand a few times but that only worked so much. Nothing and no one could replace the feel of her convulsing walls.   It was 4 in the morning, his hungry veiny cock was still lodged in

Ara had organized a family dinner to celebrate Killian's birthday. Sophia, Natasha, Santiago all were invited. The day was big and she didn't want to leave any stone unturned. Luckily, she had the whole day to arrange as Killian had already left for work in the morning. Poor guy, he couldn't get rest even on his birthday. But it was good in a way, he wouldn't have let her even out of their bedroom if he had stayed home.  Ara let the maids cook all the dishes as she didn't know much about Spanish food. She only cooked Killian's favorite and the dessert."Bro, the enticing aroma of your food can be smelled from the main gate of the mansion. The guards are literally salivating," Natasha entered the kitchen, eyeing the food with keen interest. Ara turned and smiled. "They are in luck then. I've made some for them too," she stated. "You are an angel, Ara," Natasha said, grabbing some pieces of c