Semua Bab PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sunday blurred into silk sheets and slow-burning kisses, promises whispered between laughter and breathless moans. By Monday morning, I woke to warm hands curled possessively around my waist, Icarus' chest pressed against my back like gravity itself.We’d agreed to keep things quiet for now — the rekindled love, the ring sparkling on my finger — all of it hidden in plain sight, folded between stolen glances and late-night touches.I groaned softly, stretching into him.“Morning, Mrs. Sebastian,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and something else that felt a lot like forever.“Morning, Mr. Sebastian,” I breathed, half-awake, fully undone, a smile tugging at my lips.We didn’t make it far. The shower turned into a slow, wet war — hands slipping over drenched skin, mouths finding all the places that made time irrelevant. Hunger and heat collided until we emerged downstairs, finally dressed, barely on time, entirely too in love.Lupe glanced up from the kitchen island, placing down a

As I ran my fingers along the delicate edge of the porcelain teacup, its dainty handle cool beneath my thumb, I couldn't help but think of the whirlwind that had brought me here.Tonight, Icarus and I would be flying to Italy to meet his family, a prospect both thrilling and terrifying. It had only been a few weeks since we'd had dinner with my family, and everything was moving at a breakneck pace – exactly as Icarus had wanted.Despite the chaos, my mind kept wandering back to Layden. Through Eleanor, I stayed updated on his life, and a part of me was starting to reconsider my decision to cut him out completely. He hadn't always been kind to me, but did that mean I wished him harm? Not yet, anyway – not until Icarus and I had exchanged our vows and started a family of our own. The thought brought a wry smile to my lips.The boutique around me was a sanctuary of refinement and elegance, its quiet atmosphere a testament to the polished world Icarus' family inhabited. I tilted the teacu

The dining hall of Castillo de Atheria looked like it belonged in a palace that had been dipped in shadow.A long, obsidian table stretched down the center of the room, polished to such a high sheen I could see our reflections in it. Gold-rimmed plates sat neatly on black silk runners, and the crystal glasses sparkled under the gothic chandeliers. Candlelight flickered in tall holders, casting uneven shadows on the stone walls. The room smelled of roasted meats, garlic, wine—wealth and tradition and something older than both.The staff had outdone themselves.A low hum of voices stopped the moment we entered.Icarus held my hand as we walked through the archway. His grip was steady—like he was reminding me I didn't come alone. Like I belonged beside him.Everyone turned.His father sat at the head of the table, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, his expression unreadable. Beside him was Icarus's stepmother— Genevieve cloaked in blue silk, her lips red, her gaze cool as glass. And, of cours

The golden morning light spilled through the castle’s high windows. For once, everything felt quiet. Peaceful.I stood before the mirror in our room, slipping on a soft cream blouse and high-waisted slacks. Today was our last day in Italy. Tomorrow, Icarus and I would be flying back to New York — together. As Padrino and... whatever I was becoming.He’d left a note on the bedside table before dawn, a single pressed rose tucked into the fold.Meetings all morning. Be safe. Always. Love you. — II smiled, running my finger over the ink before slipping the note into my bag.Downstairs, Ophelia and Persphone were already waiting.Ophelia looked up from her espresso, her eyes narrowing playfully. “There she is, the woman of the hour.”Persphone grinned. “Ready for one last Italian spree before you’re dragged back to the skyscrapers and chaos?”I laughed. “Do I even have a choice?”“No,” they said in unison.A few hours later, we were three floors deep in a sun-drenched Milan boutique — rac

The plane wheels kissed down on New York soil, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The city skyline sparkled like a promise — loud, chaotic, alive. After everything, this felt like home. Icarus’s hand found mine as we stepped off the plane. His grip was steady, grounding. Before we left Italy, I’d given his family the gift I’d picked for them. Their smiles had been cautious but genuine. A silent nod that maybe I belonged, at least for now. “Safe travels,” Lenodias had said, voice low but respectful. I caught the flicker of something See unspoken behind his eyes. Back in New York, Icarus and I had kick-started our wedding plans with all the excitement and chaos that comes with it. My mom and Andra practically took up residence at the penthouse, overseeing every detail with a mix of enthusiasm and mild panic. Genevieve and the twins were flying in next week to lend their support, and Louis was hard at work crafting my dress, just as he was tailoring Icarus’