Semua Bab RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Bab 111 - Bab 120

AUTHORS POVThe flight was beginning to feel weary for Tessa as the cabin lights had dimmed to a soft, moody glow, casting a warm shine over the first-class section. A gentle and subtle soundtrack played on the background, sounded like white noise, lulling some passengers into naps, while others busied themselves with books, quiet gossips, and champagne toasts. Jamie, however, had no intention of letting the last three hours of the flight pass quietly.“We’ve got exactly three hours left before we hit Seychelles,” Jamie announced dramatically, stretching across the plush recliner and tossing a wink at Tessa and Camila. “What are we doing with our lives if we’re not maximizing every second?”Tessa, curled in her seat with a silk blanket over her legs and a cup of mint tea in hand, arched a brow. “Maximizing every second? You’ve done that enough for all three of us already.”Camila snorted. “Exactly. You’ve even fornicated with a man you met somewhere between that seatbelt sign and our

AUTHORS POVThe limousine glided to a halt beneath the grand porte-cochère of the Coral Vista Resort, its tastefully exterior was lusciously blessed with flowers , the soft glow of lanterns that lined the entrance with night air as was warm as though a humidifier was on, or was it the sweet fragrant, carrying the scent of frangipani and the distant murmur of waves.A doorman in crisp white attire stepped forward, opening the vehicle’s door with a welcoming smile.“Welcome to Coral Vista Resort,” he said, his voice tinged with the melodic accent of the islands. “We’ve been expecting you all.”Tessa, Camila, and Jamie emerged from the limousine, their eyes widening as they took in the resort’s opulent display, whitewashed walls adorned with intricate latticework, balconies draped in bougainvillea, and the gentle sound of a steel drum band playing in the background.As the doors of the luxurious limousine swung open in front of Coral Vista Resort’s grand entrance, a gust of warm, floral

AUTHORS POVTessa did not know if she was reacting to something or it was the change of environment or pregnancy that had her feeling weird once late afternoon sun cast its golden hue over the Coral Vista Resort.But she just knew a certain tiredness seemed to engulf her once the late afternoon sun began to set.Tessa trudged along the walkway, her steps slow and deliberate. The tropical humidity clung to her skin, and the persistent nausea from her pregnancy made each movement feel like a Herculean effort.She was beginning to loose her sense of smell and struggled to perceive things at first.She clutched her beach bag, the contents shifting with each step. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore was a soothing sound she liked it, but it did little to alleviate her discomfort. As she approached a shaded alcove, she decided to take a brief respite. Lowering herself onto a cushioned bench, she let out a sigh, pressing a cool bottle of water against her forehead.She l

AUTHORS POV It was cold by the time Tessa arrived at The Red Coral, at exactly 8:30 PM. The weather looked as though it was going to rain. The pathway leading to the exclusive restaurant was lit with flickering red lanterns, their warm golden glow dancing across the stone tiles. A soft breeze carried with it the scent of freshly baked pastries and a very sweet scent, Tessa could not explain , it blended perfectly into the elaborate sound of distant waves and mellow live jazz that drifted from the open-air lounge. The entrance to The Red Coral stood tall and elegant, with arches carved in driftwood and gentle cascading curtains that billowed like sails. Tessa paused, placing her hand on her stomach, steadying herself. The oxblood dress hugged her curves perfectly, someone had complimented her when she was leaving the hotel and she felt good about it. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she stepped forward. When she approached the doorway, a young usher dressed i

AUTHORS POV Tessa had barely finished telling George the final chapter of her painful entanglement with Pedro when her phone began to vibrate across the table. The screen lit up with Camila’s name and a photo of the two of them laughing in a sunlit park—taken months ago but feeling like a lifetime away now. She sighed and picked up. “Hey, Cam.” “Tessa! Where the hell are you?” Camila’s voice was urgent but playful. “Jamie and I have been knocking on your door like lunatics. We thought you’d died in your sleep or got kidnapped by a coconut thief.” Tessa smiled despite herself. “Relax. I’m fine. I just stepped out for some air. I’m at this nice restaurant. Very quiet, very peaceful.” Camila wasn’t having it. “Nice restaurant? Send your location. Jamie and I are about to hit the club scene and you, my darling, are coming with us. No take-backs.” Tessa glanced at George, who had returned to his seat, sipping his wine in calm silence. She swallowed, conflicted. “I think I’l