บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S PROMISE: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Anna's POVAs I ventured into the fantastic dance hall of the extravagant Manhattan lodging, the sound of delicate music and tinkling chuckling wrapped me. The air was electric with expectation, and the air murmured with the energy of New York City's tip-top. This high-profile good cause celebration was an ought-after occasion, and I felt a blend of fervor and nerves flowing through my veins.Wearing a streaming noon blue outfit that complimented my bends, I mixed consistently into the horde of richly attired visitors. My eyes shot around the room, taking in the extravagant embellishments and the sparkling ceiling fixtures that cast a warm gleam over the space. It was a charming scene, however, my emphasis was on the main job - making associations and getting future occasions arranging amazing open doors.As I blended with the visitors, participating in well-mannered casual conversation and glimmering my most splendid grins, I couldn't resist the opportunity to feel a couple of extrao

Anna's POVMuch to my dismay that my choice would get rolling a chain of occasions that would test the constraints of my solidarity and strength. As I dove further into the mysteries encompassing Victor and Jonathan, I became caught in a risky snare of control, desire, and power.It wasn't some time before Victor found out about my association with Jonathan. The flares of desire consumed him, transforming his possessiveness into an amazing powerhouse. Not entirely settled to keep me close and under his influence, he conceived an arrangement that would tie us together in a rugged bond.One night, as I got back from one more clandestine gathering with Jonathan, Victor looked for me in my loft. His presence alone sent a shudder down my spine, a powerful blend of dread and want twirling inside me."Anna," he said, his voice bound with a perilous edge. "We want to talk."I prepared myself, naturally mindful that this discussion would make a huge difference. My heart beat in my chest as he

Anna's POVThe sun was setting over the sprawling cityscape of New York City, casting a golden hue upon the bustling streets below. I stood on the rooftop terrace of the luxurious penthouse that Victor and I called home, my chestnut hair gently swaying in the evening breeze. There was a strange heaviness in my heart, a feeling of anticipation mixed with trepidation. Something was about to change, and I could feel it in my bones.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts, as I glanced over at Victor. He stood a few feet away, his piercing blue eyes focused on the city below. His chiseled features were etched with a mix of determination and concern, and his untidy, drab hair was tousled by the wind. I knew he sensed it too – the impending revelation that was about to shake our world."Anna," Victor spoke, his voice deep and commanding, "there's something I need to tell you."I turned to face him, my emerald eyes searching his face for answers. "What is it, Victor? What's

Anna's POVI sat in the elegant living room of our penthouse, the soft glow of the chandeliers casting a warm ambiance across the room. It had been a long day, and I was looking forward to spending a quiet evening with Victor. Little did I know that the tranquility would soon be shattered by a devious scheme orchestrated by Victor's own mother.As I settled into the plush sofa, a knock echoed through the apartment. I glanced at Victor, who wore a puzzled expression. "I wasn't expecting anyone. Did you invite someone over?"He shook his head, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "No, I didn't. It must be a mistake." Nevertheless, he got up and walked toward the front door, curiosity getting the better of him. I followed closely behind, my heart quickening with a sense of foreboding.Victor opened the door to reveal a woman standing there, her figure clad in a form-fitting dress that accentuated her every curve. Her cascading golden locks framed a face that oozed seduction and confidence.

Anna's POVI could feel the tension in the air as Victor and I sat in the opulent living room of our penthouse. It was a tranquil evening, the city lights twinkling in the distance, but the calm was shattered by a knock at the door. I glanced at Victor, a flicker of concern in my eyes, as he rose from his seat and moved towards the entrance.He opened the door to reveal a man standing in the hallway, his face partially obscured by the shadow of his hat. The stranger exuded an air of mystery, his presence sending a chill down my spine. I stood up, my eyes fixed on him as he stepped into the room, his gaze never leaving Victor."Victor Blackwood," the stranger began, his voice low and commanding. "I believe we have some unfinished business."Victor's expression remained impassive, but I could sense a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice tinged with caution.The stranger removed his hat, revealing a face etched with years of secrecy and hidden knowledge.