Semua Bab Taming Mr Billionaire : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Edward’s POV July 4th/5th The days in Paris blurred together into something that felt like a dream. For once, it wasn’t something fueled by sleepless nights or restless ambition. It wasn’t the kind of dream I used to chase. Power, deals, empires built on contracts and control. This was softer, warmer, infinitely more dangerous because it wasn’t about the world outside. It was about her. Vanessa. She and I spent the last days of June wrapped in each other and the city. Paris almost took her away from me, but we turned it to a distraction, an escape from the wreckage we’d left behind, but it became something more. Each morning I woke to the sight of her gorgeous figure, sunlight catching in her red hair like fire. Each night I fell asleep with her heartbeat pressed against mine, and the world shut out entirely. And in between—Christ. In between, there was laughter. Long walks through cobblestone streets, hand in hand like we had no past full of pain. Pictures taken by the Eiffel

Vanessa’s POV The helicopter blades slowed to silence, the evening air thick with anticipation. My heart was already thundering in my chest, but when Edward’s hand laced firmly with mine, grounding me, I felt the world tip into something surreal. The moment my heels touched the stone path that led from the helipad to the villa’s gardens, I froze. The scene before me looked like something out of a dream. No, out of a fantasy I never even dared to write for myself. A long red carpet stretched down to the beach, its borders glittering with candles flickering inside glass lanterns. The ground was dusted with rose petals, soft and crimson beneath the glow of hundreds of fairy lights strung like a constellation over the sand. Beyond, I could see the ocean itself, black and endless, waves lapping like music against the shore. And there, at the very end of the path, a giant heart-shaped arch of roses, balloons floating high in the night sky. Above them, three hot air balloons lifted off,

Daniel’s POV I was seated in my company, as we had just completed a major business meeting. I leaned back in my chair, going through my tab as I paused to stare out the wide sized window in my office. The goddamn headlines wouldn’t stop. The airport photos wouldn’t stop. Her smile with Edward. It was unshaken. Vanessa. My Vanessa. No, that wasn’t right. She was never mine, was she? She belonged to Edward. She always had been. Even when she leaned on me. Even when she kissed me. Even when she moaned my name in Zanzibar under the moonlight. It was always him. And now, it was official. The whole wide world knew it. Edward Silver engaged. Billionaire bachelor off the market. Vanessa Coleman, the lucky bride-to-be. Lucky. That word made my stomach turn. I gulped the rest of my drink in one swallow, letting the burn rip down my throat. It didn’t help. Nothing helped. For weeks, i tried to convince myself that a part of her heart still has a bit of space for me. T

Vanessa’s POVEvening of July 15th and 16thEdward’s kitchen always smelled unique, just like him. Something sharp and clean. The counters shined under the golden pendant lights, and the faint sizzle of garlic hit the pan while he muttered something under his breath about me ruining the tomatoes.“I’m not ruining them,” I protested, knife in hand, slicing much too slowly on purpose because I knew it drove him crazy.“You’re murdering them,” he said dryly, taking the knife from me with that domineering ease that made my breath catch. “Tomatoes should be cut with confidence, Vanessa. Not fear.”I laughed, leaning against the counter, pretending not to notice how his shirt sleeves had been rolled up and his forearms flexed as he took control of the cutting board. God, this man could make chopping vegetables look like foreplay.Damn.“You’re such a control freak.”He shot me a sidelong smirk. “And you love it.”Oh he was right, because I did.We’d fallen into this strange, blissful rhythm

Vanessa POVIt was barely a week left till i walked down the aisle. Oh God. It felt so dreamy.I wish my late parents were alive to witness it. They would be so happy. The morning started with laughter.Liam had smeared chocolate across his cheek at breakfast, grinning at me like he was the cleverest boy alive. Edward sat across the table, pretending to scowl while failing to hide the twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.“Don’t encourage him,” Edward muttered, though his eyes were warm.Liam puffed out his chest. “Dad, I’m practicing camouflage. If bad guys come, they won’t see me.”The fork froze halfway to my lips. For a second, the lightheartedness cracked.Edward reached over and ruffled Liam’s hair. “No bad guys are coming, champ.” His tone was easy, confident. Like always.But my skin prickled anyway.By noon, Bella had dragged me out for what she called “therapeutic shopping.” Liam begged to tag along, Jacob too. And for once Edward agreed. On the condition that se