Single Daddy's Beloved Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 207

At the sight of Ricardo. Rocco lost it as he grabbed Alana by the hair and pointed a gun to her head. Ricardo's eyes widened in horror as he watched Rocco grab Alana by the hair and point a gun to her head. The guests gasped in unison, and their faces pale with fear.“Let her go this instant!” Ricardo growled as he took a step forward. Several guards rushed forward and surrounded him with guns pointing at him. “Let my wife go Rocco!”“Oh, shut up Ricardo…no one wants you here,” Rocco said lazily as he gripped Alana's hair even more tightly. The cold weapon connected to her skull frightened her.“You're courting death!” Ricardo snapped, taking a step forward. His fists clenched at his sides, his eyes blazing with anger. But before he could take another step, many guards rushed forward, surrounding him with guns pointed at him. “Hold it right there, Ricardo,” one of them warned. Rocco sneered, his grip on Alana's hair tightening. “Oh, shut up, Ricardo. No one wants you here.” Rocco re

Ricardo slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh hospital lights. The throbbing pain in his body intensified as he tried to sit up, only to be met with a firm hand pushing him back down. Startled, he turned his head to see Marcus standing by his bedside, a look of concern etched on his face.“Lie down, Ricardo. You're badly hurt,” Marcus urged, his voice filled with worry. Confusion clouded Ricardo's mind as he tried to piece together what had happened. Why was he in a hospital bed? And why was Marcus here? Then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory flashed in his mind, and he jolted upright, ignoring the protests of his body.“Alana! Where is she? Is she okay?” Ricardo's voice trembled with fear as he frantically looked around the room, his heart pounding in his chest. Before Marcus could respond, Ricardo swung his legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand, his body protesting with every movement. Ignoring the pain, he staggered towards the door, determination in h

The party hall was now a sea of tailored suits and silk gowns; the air was blissful with the smell of expensive cologne and catered appetizers. Alana stood near the edge of the dance floor, her fingers tracing the rim of her champagne flute. Beside her, Brigitte was in the middle of a story, and her gestures animated as she sipped her drink.​“So… after all that drama… are you okay?” Brigitte asked, her voice dropping to a more intimate volume.​Alana tightened her grip on the glass. The memory of the Rocco incident still felt like a bruise that hadn't quite faded. “I'm good. Everything is back to normal.” She forced a smile, watching Ricardo across the room. He was deep in conversation with a group of investors, Camillo among them. “I made enough mistakes hiding things from him. No more secrets.”​“Speaking of secrets,” Alana continued, nodding toward the men. “The devil came back. Aren't you going to say hi?” Alana asked with a mischievous smirk while pointing at Camillo. ​Brigitte

Steam filled the shower room as Ricardo set Alana down on the marble counter. He didn't break the kiss, his hands moving to grip her waist. The warm water falling on them.​“I thought I was spending the night alone,” he murmured against her lips. He took his time being inside her. Alana was begging him to make love to her, but Ricardo told her to have a little patience. Alana pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. The nonchalance she had shown in the garden was gone, replaced by a sharp, flickering heat. “Don't get used to it. You still have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow.” She shot him a death glare, and he moved inside her, making her gasp in awe.​“I'll tell you anything you want to know,” Ricardo promised as he cupped her face and kissed her, exploring her mouth with intensity.. He reached for the shower handle, turning the water on. “But right now, I just want to be with my wife.” The warm water slicked their skin. Alana ran her hands over his chest, feeling the fr