Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Fashion Designer : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

" It's late, Mama", his deep baritone voice whispered into her ears and sent shivers down her spine.Her fingers grew weak and unable to cut further. There it was again, the feeling she felt the other night; there it was, rushing back, but this time, she might not give in to it." Christian"," Hey princess, miss me?".His breath was touching her neck, causing her to quiver, and he noticed. Her heart was beating so fast and hard, and her face was all red.' what's this feeling again?' she asked in her mind and touched her forehead with her palm." Am I.. having a fever?".Christian immediately broke the hug and turned her to face him, "You're having a fever?" he immediately touched her forehead and neck and noticed a little bit of an increase in temperature.He checked her arms also and noticed the goosebumps and she was looking a little bit sweaty," Are you feeling cold?","I.."," A minute." he immediately took his phone and dialed a contact." Hello, Mr Christian"," Get down her

Clarisse kept tossing around on the bed, his words ringing in her ears, there was too much to feel, too much to remember, too much to think about. She groaned, trying to catch sleep, when the image of him laughing popped up in her head again; how cute he looked, how his lips felt against her ears, and finally, the words that wouldn't leave her head." Touch yourself".She rolled over on her bed panting slightly, after staying motionless for some seconds, her hands began to move around her body, from her neck to her breast, her eyes were closed, remembering what it felt like when he touched her there, trailing the hands to the middle of her legs and touching her laps.She moaned softly remembering his touch, his lips on her skin, the texture of his skin against her palm, his tongue on her nipples. She opened her eyes, realizing what was happening, " I'm crazy," she said, taking her hands away from her lips, " He's driving me crazy.".Clarisse jumped with the sudden ring of her phone,

(13 years ago)Nellie sat by the door, unable to go in, Cladded in a black oversized gown; her hair was so messy, her lips were dry and rough, her fingers were so bony, and her neck had deep bole holes in her collarbone. She looks so skinny and pale and that shatters Antonio's heart." Mum", he called with his trembling voice. He was dressed in a black trouser and black shirt like everyone else present, also dressed in black. It was Anthony's funeral.Antonio went to her and knelt beside her enabling him to hear what she was muttering. The same words she had been muttering from the day Anthony died. Antonio felt his chest tighten, suffocating and aching, but he swallowed down his lump and wrapped his small arms around her." I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", she kept muttering," No, mum, it's not your fault", he tried to convince her, but none was entering her ears.Nellie felt ashamed of herself, she felt blank and the feeling of guilt that engulfed her seems to have drowned her in the ocea

After telling him about Kyle and Alice, she realizes he's more than she thinks of him. Her face won't stop smiling even after driving to the town where they get to feed their eyes with lots of things. They parked the bike somewhere out of the rowdy environment, before strolling inside. They could see the sellers and buyers making friendly transactions, they could hear the drum beating and chanting of the festival people coming from all directions." What kind of a festival are they doing?" Clarisse asked, looking around in astound." Calling in goodness, they do it once in a year", he said smiling as he watched her astonished and excited expression. She started jumping from one shop to another, checking out their goods and the street food they were selling. They brought some steaks cut that were aligned into a tiny stick." Hm," she moaned as she chewed the delicious meat." Want some of that?" Christian asked, pointing at the shop selling local wine." Yes", she replied with her mou

Seething through his veins is fury, increasing with every step he took away from Don, making Clarisse's call indistinct to his ears; the simmering rage ignites both profound grief and a strong desire for vengeance. His powerful, dangerous nature manifests in cold calculation, ready to unleash destruction on those responsible, all while masking his anguish with a facade of control, his face blank, his ears blocked from the world's sound as memories of tender moments with his brother flood back, now tainted by the cruel truth of his murder. Every smile, every shared laugh turns bittersweet, fueling his sorrow and stoking the inferno of his wrath, calculated thirst for vengeance that now drives his mind. Clarisse ran after him, but by the time she got to him, he already hopped on the bike, so she quickly hopped on before he left her behind. She was confused, had no idea what he was thinking, and her existence suddenly vanished from his sight, she knew he was going through a lot, she wan