Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

My knee brushed the sofa right beside Amon’s thigh. My arms were still wrapped around his neck.I was sitting on Amon’s lap. My chest pressed against his. My head tilted on his chest.One of Amon’s hands held the back of my head to keep it from falling backward.Cozy.To the point that I lost track of how long I’d been in that position.My breathing was steady.The scent of Amon’s skin calmed me.Warm.Soft.“Want me to get something else on the menu?” Blanke’s voice reached my ears.I shifted my head slightly, trying to get comfortable for a moment.A low chuckle escaped Amon’s throat.I cracked my eyes open; Amon glanced down at me. A teasing smirk on his face.I shut my eyes again.“Something easy to swallow. Doesn’t need much chewing,” Amon answered Blanke.“Porridge?” Blanke’s voice was flat, questioning.“You want porridge?” Amon asked me.His other hand touched one of my eyelids, forcing it wide open.I lazily slapped his hand away.“Just eat your own food,” I muttered, eyes cl

I was so tired.Utterly exhausted.Yet Amon still wouldn't stop.His sweat dripped down onto my skin.Every now and then, he groaned.But the sound of my own moans drowned him out.I wanted to sleep.Yet Amon's movements between my thighs were too fast, driving deep into my womb.Shaking my body to its core.So hot.Both inside and outside my body.My nipples heaved up and down.For so long...How many hours had passed? I couldn't remember.But I was sure of one thing: this was because Amon was burning with desire for me.“I won't let you sleep, Wisa. Take your punishment from me,” Amon's voice teased me.His smile was wild yet mesmerizing.I looked up at him from below.His body shifted downward, his movements slowing.His mouth found my lips.I caught his lower lip, sucking on it.Sweet.Hot.Exquisite.I pulled it into my mouth.I loved it.Then let go to give us both a breather.My eyes felt heavy.So heavy.My lower back ached.I wanted to sleep.Yet Amon was truly torturing me w

“Fine,” That soft voice was dangerous.Torturous.Falling from Gilbert’s lips.From the outside, anyone would take him for a virtuous, kind-hearted man.Yet he… was truly cut from the same cloth as his son—Amon.Quiet.Sly.Without a sound, he could crush his enemies without leaving a single trace.“Write it down on paper. I’ll sign it. I need proof,” I said, meeting Gilbert’s gaze head-on.My tears fell.Unnoticed.Impossible to hold back.My hands clenched into fists.My chest tightened.Yet I stood tall, even as my knees shook.“Fine,” Gilbert replied again.He began to turn away once more.“Miss Hawisa, after Amon throws you away,” Rayhan’s voice mocked,“You’ll have to serve me three times a day. I’d be more than happy to lock you up in my golden cage,” The click of his shoes tapped against the floor as he headed for the exit.“First time I’ve ever been wounded by a whore, but damn, this is fun,” he muttered before finally walking out of the room.“The deal is off if you don’t h

My dusty hand touched my itchy cheek. When I looked in the mirror, my cheek was dirty. The more I cleaned it, the dirtier the skin became.Since when had my skin become bright, after previously looking pale and dull?My face looked prettier than the last time I stayed at Eliana’s house.“Have you got it?” asked Blanke, who was standing behind me.“Yeah,” I answered, “It’s all collected.”I stood up, lifting the box filled to the brim with papers in my hands.“Your cheek is dirty,” Miller pulled out a handkerchief and moved to clean my cheek.“Don’t touch me. Just leave it dirty,” I ordered, staring sternly at Miller.Miller nodded his head. He stepped aside, giving me a path to walk through.Finished with my business, I walked back toward the car.My pink dress was dirty.I needed to clean myself up, but I had to finish my work quickly.My steps out of the archive warehouse were quick, heading toward the car parked right in front of the warehouse door.No one stopped us.The warehouse

I stood in front of the Borton family estate.Thirty minutes, yet I wasn’t allowed inside.The head of the household wouldn't show his face, and even the servants looked down on me, eyeing me with open contempt from head to toe.“Oh, girl, our family doesn't know you. Can’t you just leave our doorstep?”A woman approached me from within the courtyard.“I came here to settle the mess you made for Sergio,” my voice was ice-cold.I glared sharply at the woman, who was undoubtedly Mrs. Borton.“We don’t know you. If it were truly Sergio, my husband would have been summoned directly by the head of the Sergio family—Mr. Amon Nicholas Sergio,” she replied, throwing her hands out to the sides and shrugging.“I am his wife.”“I could claim to be his wife, too,” Mrs. Borton cut in swiftly, giving me a head-to-toe look of pure disgust. “Who wouldn't want to marry Mr. Amon?”“Can’t you see I’m holding vital Sergio records?” I lifted the paperwork detailing the Borton family’s income, waving it ri