บททั้งหมดของ BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Damon went back to stirring his pasta sauce, turning the heat a little back up before pouring the pasta into the pan. Smiling at his amazing creation, he let the pasta in the sauce for a few more minutes, while he cleaned up the kitchen. He'd hoped to spend the weekend doing his favorite things and just basking in the peace while enjoying the amazing view from his penthouse which oversaw the city, until Rosa had disrupted that for him.His phone pinged with a notification, he had dropped it on the island not planning on indulging himself with it, Part of his weekend routine was devoting more time to himself and less to work and social media. Damon knew that his phone going off with messages could only mean one thing…work. And he wasn't ready to deal. Dishing his meal onto a plate and pouring a glass of wine, Damon settled in front of the television to enjoy his meal, still ignoring his phone which continued to ping seeming to be flooding with messages all of a sudden.Damon moaned

Damon was still a hot topic the next day, not as trendy as he was the first day, but still enough to be talked about. The trolls were still rolling in, and they were not relenting or even trying to. Tapping his pen rhythmically on the table, Damon sighed as he glanced at the clock again. He remembered telling her 11 am, but it was almost half an hour later, and she still had not shown up. Perhaps she had changed her mind and taken her bastard child somewhere else. Damon had made his lawyer draw up an official agreement, one that would protect him, his assets, and his company.What happened with Ava would not be happening again.His doorbell rang, drawing him out of his train of thought, Damon hated how stressed this issue was making him, and he could not wait to be done with it all.Trudging lazily to the door, Damon swung it open and was greeted by her scent first, vanilla, with a hint of coconut. He remembered how he had been amazed by it that first night, wondering how he never i

The clanging of pots and pans from a distance woke Rosa up with a start, rolling over to glance at the clock on her bedside table, Rosa gasped at how late she had slept in.But it wasn't her fault, there was no way she would blame herself for that, not after sleeping on the comfiest bed ever. It had easily been the best sleep of her entire life, she had slept so comfortably she could feel the dry drool on the side of her cheeks.Dashing into the bathroom, Rosa freshened up, amazed at all the products and necessities he already had available for her, money is good she thought. Rosa happily took an ‘everything’ shower, making sure to use as much product as she could and noting her favorites and least favorites. Stepping out of the shower and feeling more refreshed than ever in her life, Rosa dug through the clothesline in the wardrobe and fished for something comfy. If there was one thing she would do here, it would be comfortable,she didn’t mind having to deal with seeing him everyd

Rosa woke up to the sound of beeping machines and painfully bright light. She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her sight to the brightness around her while trying to recall how she got there. She tried to move but her limbs were heavy, her throat dry and her belly rumbled a little from hunger. A nurse hovered beside her, adjusting something on one of the machines.“Look who’s awake” she cooed and she moved closer. “How do you feel?” “Not very good,” Rosa said trying to sit upright.“Please don’t.” The nurse discouraged her, placing a hand on her shoulders to help her back down. “What’s wrong?” Rosa asked, concerned. Her hands flew to her bump as she remembered vividly how she’d gotten here. The disapproving look on Doctor Adam’s face was the last thing she remembered and now her anxiety was back in full swing. “You were brought in by your husband,” the nurse said and Rosa resisted the urge to correct her. It would be weird to tell the nurse that the man who had brought her in

The following week moved by in a haze of routines. Days melted into nights in the quiet mansion, and Rosalina slowly adapted to the luxury and calm. Damon had returned to work, but every evening, he came home earlier than she expected…sometimes with groceries, sometimes with pastries, and once, with a sketchpad and expensive markers. He had noticed her doodling on napkins and wanted her to "have the real thing."It melted all her defenses. Every little act of kindness, every word of encouragement he gave her chipped at the wall she'd built around herself. But she refused to name the feeling growing inside her…not yet.Damon had found a way to not just spend time with her but with the tiny life growing in her. Little evening walks around the grounds, or just simply watching the sunset.And as much as Rosalina wanted to deny it, she loved every single minute they spent together. Every second she spent with him meant knowing him a little bit more. Uncovering the mystery that was this ma