Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire's Secret: A Forbidden, Age Gap Romance: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

But as much as his voice, his touch, and his words offered a release, a fleeting sanctuary from the chaos roiling within my body, the journalist in me floated to the surface.I shifted in his lap, pulling away just enough to look into those smoldering grey eyes. "You talk about showing me a world I never knew existed, Lachlan," I said softly but resolutely, my voice still rasping with the remnants of pleasure. "But what are you really asking of me? To put my world on hold? To let go of what I've built?"There was no animosity in my words—just a quiet plea for honesty. A need to know exactly what this was between us.He shifted slightly beneath me, and his fingers stopped tracing lazy shapes across my skin, his hand instead coming to rest on my lower back, his thumb brushing with intention, as if to soothe, or perhaps to claim space. His jaw tightened subtly, and for a fraction of a second, Lachlan McIntyre, the man always so composed, seemed to hesitate, as though my question had flus

After my last confession, I'd stripped her physically bare again, needing to expose her flesh to me, even as she tried to hide her inner thoughts from me. There was a stillness between us after my final words, a fragile quiet that felt like the air right before a breach in the storm, that fleeting, potent pause when nothing can be undone. I held her close—our breaths tangling with how little distance there was between us now. Her lips parted slightly, uncertain, eyes wide but unwavering.She was thinking. Calculating. The Quinn Pearce I’d come to know would search for solid footing here—the next intelligent question, the rational choice. But there was nothing rational about us, not now, not anymore. I had told her something most people would beg to die without knowing. And yet, she hadn’t run. Not yet.Her hands, delicate, tentative, rested on my chest. “You’re not going to get everything,” she murmured, but her voice wavered, unsure.I leaned forward slightly, just close enough that

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Lachlan, who was still sleeping peacefully beside me. The house was still quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the generator that kept the lights on and the air conditioning running. I padded across the cool tile floor, the laptop waiting on the desk in my room beckoning like a siren's call.As I settled myself in the chair, the laptop screen casting a soft glow over my face, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been building within me since Lachlan's confession the night before. I knew that I needed to confront the reality of the man I had come to know, to dig deeper into the darkness that had haunted his past and now seemed to threaten to consume his present.I started with the most obvious search terms, typing "Lachlan McIntyre" and "unsolved crimes" into the search bar. The results were immediate and overwhelming, a laundry list of articles and news stories that seemed t

QuinnAs I quietly slipped back into the bedroom, I found Lachlan awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with a thoughtful expression on his face. He looked up as I entered, his eyes immediately locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I could feel the nervous energy radiating off me like a beacon."Good morning," he said, his voice low and measured. "You were up early."I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd get some work done."Lachlan's eyes narrowed slightly, and I could see the gears turning in his head as he studied me. "Work? At this hour?"I shrugged, trying to maintain a casual demeanor. "You know how it is. When inspiration strikes, you have to strike back."He didn't respond immediately, instead letting the silence stretch between us. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the way his eyes seemed to bore into me, searching for any hint of deception. I shifted uncomfor

Quinn As I lay in bed, Lachlan's arm wrapped possessively around me, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. The events of the evening kept replaying in my mind like a broken record – the opulent decorations, the laughter, the hushed conversations, and the undercurrent of tension that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface.I thought back to the document I had discovered earlier, the one outlining Lachlan's plan to acquire a rival company by any means necessary. The more I learned about his empire, the more I realized that nothing was as it seemed. Every smile, every laugh, every gesture seemed to hide a deeper motive, a more sinister intent.Lachlan stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open as he gazed up at the ceiling. "Sleep eluding you, my dear?" he asked, his voice low and husky.I turned to face him, my heart racing as our eyes met in the dim light. "Just processing the evening, I suppose," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant