Her Notorious CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Tasha snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a voice asking, "What's going on here?" She saw Daniel walking toward her with his usual confident attitude.As soon as Daniel entered, he smelled the roses and noticed the bouquet in Tasha's hands."Daniel, sir, look... Anna came to apologize to Miss Tasha even though her leg is hurt. But Miss Tasha isn’t accepting the apology," Anna’s manager said quickly, complaining that Tasha was being cold toward Anna despite her pain."Manager, why are you making me the bad guy here?" Tasha smiled and said, clearly annoyed. The manager was caught off guard by her words."What??" The manager asked, surprised, as if he couldn't believe his ears."You're supposed to take care of Anna, not drag her around when she's in pain. Do you think carrying her around won’t make her leg worse?" Tasha said sternly, and the manager was speechless."And Anna, why are you apologizing for Noor? She’s not a child, and you’re not her mother. Stop acting innocent. Firs

Tasha was lounging in the living room, watching TV, when a familiar scent wafted through the air. "The smell of Mr. Bruno's cologne," she murmured to herself. She closed her eyes, a soft smile spreading across her face as she inhaled deeply. Glancing toward Daniel Bruno’s room, she saw him step out, dressed impeccably in gray jeans, a white shirt, and a matching casual gray coat. His neatly styled, gelled hair complemented his effortlessly charming demeanor as he walked toward her. Tasha couldn’t take her eyes off him. A sense of excitement bubbled within her as she admired him, but as he neared, she quickly looked back at the TV, trying to feign indifference. Despite her best efforts, her attention remained firmly on him. Daniel noticed her but ignored her gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips, and walked past the lounge, heading toward the door. Just as he was about to leave, Tasha’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “Where are you going at this hour?” She rose from the

Tasha scrambled to get ready for university, her morning running later than usual. She chose a stylish blue top paired with crisp white capris, draping a blue dupatta loosely over her shoulders. Her glossy pink lips highlighted her natural beauty, though her expression betrayed annoyance. She hastily grabbed her bag and stepped out, her phone ringing unexpectedly as she reached the lounge.The sight of the flashing number on her phone screen startled her. Without answering the call, she paused mid-step, a flicker of panic crossing her face. Before she could act, Daniel appeared, his gaze locking onto her with unmissable intensity.In her blue ensemble, Tasha looked radiant. The rich hue of the outfit contrasted strikingly against her fair complexion, while the gloss on her lips added a soft allure. Daniel’s eyes darkened with admiration. His possessive nature made it difficult for him to let her step outside, knowing that her beauty could turn heads. But for Tasha’s happiness, he curb

Tasha wasn’t sure when in the night Daniel Bruno had woken up, but he had held her close as he slept. When she finally pulled away, tears filled her eyes again. Memories of the night overwhelmed her—his fiery presence had consumed her for hours. Even in the darkest part of the night, he hadn’t let her go. At some point, Daniel’s intensity gave way to a softer touch, and she had drifted off to sleep under his protection. Now, as she looked at him, tears streaming down her face, he stirred awake and met her gaze with his reddened eyes. “Still crying, Tasha?” he said with a soft smirk. “Weren’t the tears you shed last night enough?” Tasha’s voice shook with anger as she replied, “Every moment near you is torture. I hate you, Daniel Bruno. I hate you with every part of my being.” She moved to leave the bed, but Daniel grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his chest. “Hate me all you want,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “But you’re mine now, Tasha. For every night of the rest of

Tasha was taken aback when she saw the girls who had just arrived with Gul Bano, carrying various items in their hands. Among them was Daniel Bruno’s secretary, holding several shopping bags and boxes. Curiosity sparked, Tasha opened one of the boxes. Inside was an elegant, stylish, and expensive red bridal dress. The second box revealed glittering gold jewelry—adorned with red pearls—heavy jhumkas, a headband, modern gold bangles, and bracelets. There were also a few pairs of delicate sandals. Everything was exquisite and clearly expensive, leaving Tasha thoroughly impressed. "Daniel Bruno’s taste is quite remarkable—impressive," Tasha commented as she inspected the items one by one. "Ma’am, please try on the dress. If you need any alterations, let me know. I’m your stylist; Mr. Bruno hired me just for you," said one of the girls, a stylish and polite woman, flashing a warm smile at Tasha. Tasha smiled back, her amusement growing at the woman’s words. "Ma’am, I’m your makeu