Todos os capítulos de RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

AUTHORS POV Tessa stumbled into her hotel suite like a woman possessed, the door slamming behind her with a sharp finality. Her heels were soaked, her cloth clung to her skin, and her cheeks were sticky as her makeup smudged under the rain and tears she could no longer control. She barely made it to the center of the room before the sob rose again—raw, guttural, and unrelenting. She clutched her chest as if her own heart betrayed her. “Why?” she gasped to the silence. “Why him? Why now?” George’s kiss hadn’t been wrong. In truth, she’d wanted it. There had been a moment, a beat, when her body leaned into it, when her eyes had fluttered shut and her breath had caught with something that felt terrifyingly close to longing. But the moment his lips met hers, it hadn’t been George’s face her mind conjured. It was Pedro. His mouth. His scent. His possessive hands and the way he used to cradle her jaw before claiming her lips like he owned them. She hated herself. How c

AUTHORS POV The sun had begun to tilt westward, casting long, golden shadows across the verandas of Coral Vista Resort as the trio returned from the bustling Sir Selwyn Selwyn-Clarke Market. Their driver pulled up smoothly under the portico, and Jamie was still fuming from the earlier confrontation. As they entered the suite, Tessa turned toward him sharply, placing her shopping bags gently on the nearby couch. “You need to learn to control your emotions, Jamie,” she said with a disapproving shake of her head. “You almost got us into serious trouble back there.” Jamie, visibly embarrassed, sank into the armchair and ruffled his curls with a sigh. “Okay, okay, I get it. But did you see the way that vendor was talking to me? Like I was born yesterday!” Camila stepped in, arms crossed, a stern but amused expression playing on her lips. “That’s the market, love. Not a boxing ring. We’re here to have fun, remember? Not to get into fights over coconut wood carvings.” Jamie lifte

AUTHORS The Hotel lobby was quiet as Tessa stepped through the revolving doors, she had carefully avoided the main entrance so she wont be seen. Not even by mistake.The evening with George had left a lingering warmth on her skin, a kind of warmth that she had sadly not enjoyed for several months, and all it took was a moment with George to fashion into something so comforting.But then, it was the memory of his solemn kiss that truly set her aflame and as she passed through those doors, she wished she did not have to leave. She tried as much as she could to ignore the voices judging her in her head, screaming betrayal.She was fed up.As much as she tried to ignore the sadness in her soul and tried to make excuses for allowing the kiss to happen, she could not overlook the overwhelming feeling of fear despite the calm she enjoyed being with George.Her thoughts were a whooping whirlwind of excitement, guilt and uncertainty.She got to the elevator, pressed a button and it swung open

AUTHOR POVIt was 12 midnight.The knock came just as the last flicker of sleep was about to win. Tessa stirred in bed, already wrapped in a hazy cocoon of dreams, her mind drifting somewhere between a moment she was trying to forget and a man's lips she had no business remembering. The soft knock persisted, gentle but firm.She sat up, heart thudding. “Who is it?” she called out groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.“Housekeeping,” came a male voice.Tessa frowned and squinted at the clock on her nightstand—12:13 a.m.“Housekeeping? At this time of the night?” she muttered as she rose. She had on a thin, silky nightdress—one of those sheer things Camila had tossed at her while packing, calling it “Pedro’s apology.”Still unsure but curious, she tiptoed to the door and cracked it open. The hallway light spilled onto the floor, and standing there in a black tee and jeans, with a cocky grin that didn’t suit the late hour, was George.Without thinking, Tessa shut the door again. Har

It was a new day in Seychelles.The first rays of dawn stretched across the Seychelles horizon like golden fingers caressing the sea. Tessa stirred, her cheek pressed against the curve of a striped beach pillow, the sound of soft waves lulling her out of slumber. A breeze, salty and sweet, danced over her skin, carrying with it the scent of charred pineapple and coconut from last night’s beach cook-off.She blinked open her eyes and found herself lying beneath a linen canopy Camila had insisted on setting up for their “sleepy beach movie moment.” Around her, the remains of their laughter-stained dinner were scattered: cutlery half-buried in the sand, empty cocktail glasses, and the folded note George had left tucked beneath a half-eaten tart.She sat up slowly, her body sore from sleeping on uneven ground, but her heart oddly full.Jamie snored softly beside her, curled into a beach towel like a grumpy cat. Camila, on the other hand, had rolled off her mat and was sprawled on the sand