Semua Bab The Billionaire's Sinful Affair: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Zavian stared unblinkingly into Emmeline's eyes. His gaze was so intense and unwavering that she felt pinned in place like a butterfly on display.He ran his thumb over her lips slowly yet torturously, traces of her strawberry-scented lip gloss sticking to his finger. His movements were so casual and nonchalant as if he wasn't affecting her at all - though her heart pounded harder with every passing second, threatening to burst from her chest.Emmeline found herself utterly unable to look away. She was powerless against Zavian's excessive prestige and commanding presence.His dark eyes seemed to hold secrets…mysteries she longed to unravel.She didn't come back to her senses until he finally pulled his finger from her mouth and tenderly placed his hand on top of her head."You could let my wife help you too," Zavian said smoothly.Emmeline’s hands trembled slightly, and she clasped them together to hide it. "I don't need anyone's help, Mr. Blackthorn. I can take care of my own busines

Zavian was slouched back in the plush leather chair at the head of the massive glass conference table.His legs were crossed elegantly in an almost effeminate way that somehow only amplified his aura of supreme power and dominance.A loaded Desert Eagle pistol sat on the glass tabletop in front of him, the chunky black metal weapon seeming almost comically out of place amid the sleek modern decor, yet ready to dole out death at any slight provocation.The air in the spacious room was thick with tension as the quivering Managing Director filled Zavian in on all the shady backdoor deals, embezzlement schemes and under-the-table payoffs a few of the directors and major shareholders had been carrying out behind his back.The losses to Blackthorn industries were easily in the tens of billions, but that didn't even put a dent in Zavian's personal net worth.The Blackthorn family fortune was more than most small countries combined."S-Sir, we have uncovered evidence of the several directors

The atmosphere in the Blake manor was thick with tension. Every family member present was gathered in the cavernous living room, huddled together in uneasy silence as fear etched deep lines into their faces.The lavish space that was usually a showcase of wealth and power with its crystal chandeliers and priceless artwork, now felt more like a cage.Dozens of men with sharp black suits and earpieces surrounded the manor like guards, taking up positions around it with their weapons clenched in their hands.Their eyes constantly scanned for threats, ready to neutralize any danger that dared to breach the front door without hesitation.The heavy oak doors carved with the Blake family crest might as well have been an impenetrable vault for all the good it would do them now.They had received credible intel from one of their most trusted sources that the master of chaos himself – the notorious Zavian Blackthorn – was coming for them. And when Zavian Blackthorn had someone in his sights, th

Old man Blake felt the weight of his years, of a lifetime of hopes and dreams crashing down on him with suffocating finality as he stared at the numbered seconds ticking away his future, his legacy and his very life's worth.A future that stretched out before him now seemed cold, bleak, and empty of everything he had devoted his existence to building.He scratched his signature across the indicated line, forever signing away his controlling interest in the Blake Enterprises. He felt a piece of his entire soul wither and die at that moment.Luca swooped forward like a carrion bird. He snatched up the signed contract and retreated to the shadows once more.Zavian rose from his usurped throne in one graceful movement.He took a moment to meticulously brush away some invisible speck of dirt from the immaculate fabric of his tailored suit before leveling the broken old man with a look of supreme indifference."A pleasure doing business with you," he intoned blandly as if commenting on a ro

Emmeline stood alone in the locker room early the next morning, psyching herself up for her first workout.She changed into her exercise attire of a fitted black racerback tank top that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with a set of skimpy gray shorts that showcased her toned legs to perfection.She felt a twinge of self-consciousness as she observed her reflection in the full-length mirror. It had been a while since she'd worked out in such a public setting, and the thought of all those strangers' eyes on her was mildly unsettling.Emmeline took a deep, fortifying breath, squared her shoulders and strode out to the main gym floor with as much confidence as she could muster.The sound of equipment in motion and the occasional grunt of exertion from other gym patrons filled the air.Emmeline scanned the area somewhat awkwardly with each passing second. She felt increasingly out of place.Just as a sigh of despair was about to escape her lips, her gaze landed on a strik