Todos os capítulos de My mysterious billionaire : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Emily’s POV“Well,” he murmured, his thumb making a slow, unconscious circle against my spine. “That was even more satisfying than I anticipated.”A shaky breath escaped me. The adrenaline was fading, leaving me feeling hollow and strangely exhilarated. “I think I might be a terrible person,” I whispered, half to myself. “Because a part of me enjoyed that way too much.”Ilay’s smile was slow and devastating. “Welcome to the world of power, meine kleine. It is a far more potent intoxicant than champagne.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. “And you wear it exceptionally well.”His proximity, the scent of his expensive cologne, the possessive weight of his hand—it was all so different from Jin. Ilay was pure, unapologetic confidence. He wanted something, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. After months of confusi

Emily’s POVWhy do I feel so confused?The question echoed in the silence Ilay left behind, with no answer forthcoming. My fingers rose to my lips again, as if they could decipher the truth my heart couldn't. The kiss had been... pleasant. Exciting, even. A masterclass in confident seduction. Ilay was everything Jin was not: straightforward, uncomplicated, and gloriously free of tortured family dynasties.So why did my stomach clench with a vague sense of unease instead of soaring with liberation?Because it was a reaction. A defiant, knee-jerk reaction to the soul-crushing pain Jin had inflicted. Kissing Ilay was like slapping a brightly colored bandage on a gaping wound. It looked bold and brave, but did nothing to stop the bleeding underneath.I had wanted to feel powerful. In control. And for a moment, wrapped in Ilay's arms, I had. I had felt desired and dangerous, a woman who could make a billionaire rival kneel with a

Emily’s POVA week had passed. A week of silence that was anything but quiet.I wanted to throw the roses away, but that wouldn’t have been fair to them, so I kept them inside my apartment, displayed on my kitchen table.I am eating while I sit on my sofa because of how big the bouquet is. I can’t believe Jin spent his money on something so big.He has been inside my apartment; he knows I don’t have the space for something like that! Besides, what was the need?A message would have sufficed."Is he still out there?" Chloe's voice cut through the tense silence. She was perched on my sofa, a pint of ice cream in her hand that she'd brought as both a peace offering and a tactical resource.I didn't need to ask who "he" was. With a sigh that came from the depths of my soul, I moved the curtain aside just enough to peek down at the street below.Parked directly across from my building, sleek and ominous as a panther

Emily’s POV“Emilia Carter! There is another delivery for you,” Ben announced for the third time in the day. “Please pick it up.”I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I was sure it was another bouquet of flowers, or perhaps a dessert. The office had become a revolving door of Jin’s silent, extravagant apologies. The first had been a stunning orchid, the card bearing only a single, stark question mark. The second was a box of impossibly expensive chocolates from a boutique I’d once mentioned in passing, the card blank this time.He was respecting my request for space, but he was also making his presence—and his regret—impossible to ignore.“Fine,” I muttered, pushing back from my desk. I could feel my colleagues' eyes on me as I walked to the reception area. Sarah glared at me as I passed. I’m sure she hadn’t forgotten what I said to her.Served her rig

Emily’s POVThe first touch was a soft press of warmth. He wasn’t rushing me this time; he was letting me choose. His hand remained on my cheek, but I could have moved with ease.Should I? If I kissed Ilay, in this house, in the middle of an island in Hawaii, what would happen next?The answer was obvious. He was handsome and intelligent, and apart from Jin, he might be the most wanted bachelor.I had him here, with me.So, I should enjoy this.I parted my lips, clearly inviting him for more, and he happily obliged. His mouth covered mine; it tasted minty.His hand slid from my cheek into my hair, tangling gently at the roots, holding me to him. I gasped in pleasure, which only seemed to ignite the fire inside Ilay because his tongue played with my lower lip before pushing further inside.His kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second. The warmth of his mo