BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRE LAWYER. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The flight was silent.Drake sat beside her, scrolling through his phone, completely unbothered, like he hadn’t kissed her into oblivion last night and then walked away like it was nothing.Sophie, on the other hand, was losing her mind.She had spent the entire night tossing and turning, replaying that kiss over and over. The way he tasted. The way his hands had gripped her like he never wanted to let go. And the worst part?She had wanted more, desperately.And now, here they were—heading to a romantic getaway as if they were some blissfully happy couple.It was infuriating.The moment they landed, they were whisked away to a private resort—a luxurious villa nestled on the cliffs, overlooking the deep blue sea.The place was stunning, breathtaking even. But Sophie couldn’t appreciate it, not when she was stuck here with the man who made her feel things she wasn’t supposed to feel.As soon as they entered the villa, she dropped her bag. “I want my own room.”Drake barely glanced at h

The honeymoon was almost over.Tomorrow, they’d be on a flight back home, back to reality. Back to whatever the hell this marriage was supposed to be.But tonight?Drake had one last surprise.Sophie watched him warily as he led her down a secluded stone path, the air warm and filled with the scent of salt and blooming jasmine.“Where are we going?” she asked, trying to keep up.Drake glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “You’ll see.”She sighed. “You’re insufferable.”“And yet, here you are, following me.”She scowled, but her heart was racing. Not just from the walk, but from the way he was looking at her. The way he had been looking at her all day, like he was seeing her differently.Like he didn’t want this to end either.Finally, they reached a small, hidden cove.Sophie’s breath caught.A candlelit table sat right at the water’s edge, the waves lapping gently against the shore. Fairy lights hung from the surrounding cliffs, casting a golden glow over the sand. A private chef sto

Sophie’s back met the cool marble counter, but the sensation barely registered.Not when Drake was everywhere, his lips rough and demanding, stealing her breath, her thoughts, her hesitation.His hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him, his body pressing into hers with a desperation that made her pulse stutter.She wasn’t thinking anymore. She didn’t want to in any way .Not when the heat of his breath ghosted over her skin, not when his fingers traced fire along the curve of her hip, not when the low, ragged sound he made at her touch sent shivers down her spine and made her oh so wet .Drake’s mouth left hers, trailing along her jaw, lower and lower with his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her throat.Sophie gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly onto the counter.Her legs wrapped around his waist, her instinct taking over.The hard press of his body against hers, the slow, deliberate roll of his hips, it unraveled her, it made her s

Sophie barely slept. She had spent the night curled up in bed, her pillow damp with tears she hadn’t wanted to shed. She hated that she felt this way, that she cared this much. She should have expected it. Should have known that whatever this was between her and Drake had an expiration date. But the pain still came, sharp and suffocating, as if someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed. When she had told him she wanted a divorce, she had expected something, anger, relief, maybe even indifference. But not this. “No.” That was all he had said. A single word, spoken with the kind of finality that made her stomach drop. Sophie had stared at him, waiting for him to say something else, waiting for an explanation. But he had just looked at her, before walking away as if the conversation had never happened. And that had shattered something inside her. She wasn’t going to beg him, she was calling outs on this marriage. She stepped out of her room, pulling her robe tightly ar

Sophie adjusted her blazer, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles as she stood in front of the towering glass building. She had spent days applying for jobs, sending out her portfolio, and attending interviews. And finally, finally—she had landed one. A design assistant position at one of the most prestigious fashion companies in the city. The AH Group. She hadn’t even thought about the name when she first got the call. The company was massive, with branches across various industries, and she had assumed the fashion division was just another business under their umbrella. It wasn’t until she stepped out of the taxi and saw the large silver letters on the building’s entrance that her stomach dropped. Hazelwood Enterprises. She clenched her jaw, gripping her portfolio so tightly her fingers ached. This had to be a coincidence. He wasn’t involved in every single detail of his empire, was he? She took a deep breath. She needed this job. She wanted this job. And it wasn’t like s