Semua Bab RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Bab 131 - Bab 140

AUTHOR POVIt was definitely the smell of hibiscus that seemed to calm Tessa’s nauseating episodes. And the night was thick with the scent of fresh hibiscus flowers, the air heavy with the impending end of their island escape. It was their final night in Seychelles, and Tessa was reluctant about going back to Monterrey.She had also taken it upon herself to ignore Pedro’s calls, as his calls seemed to make her nervous. She also vowed to visit the hospital for checkups once she returned to Monterrey, particularly to discuss with Dr. Rain the weird feeling she had been feeling for some days now.Tessa sat alone on the veranda of her room, she was feeling bloated; an uncomfortable feeling of fullness and tightness in the belly, she noticed a visible swelling that seemed to scare her but she tried to sooth the mild discomfort by rubbing on her stomach, the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore offering little solace. The bracelet on her wrist—a simple cord with a silver charm—felt hea

AUTHORS POVCamila and Tessa sat at a beachside breakfast table, sipping on coconut smoothies and occasionally picking at a spread of fruits and pastries. Jamie arrived without a word, the letter still folded in his palm.He didn’t say much as he sat down. Camila noticed immediately, eyes narrowing.“You okay, Jay?” she asked softly.Jamie looked at her, then at Tessa, whose eyes already brimmed with recognition.“I got a letter,” he said. “From my anonymous admirer.”Camila blinked. “Wait, for real?”Tessa cleared her throat. “What did it say?”Jamie chuckled bitterly. “That it was all meant to make me feel good about myself. That he didn’t want to manipulate me… I was just basically an experiment to him to be honest. But it’s over. He’s gone.”He placed the letter on the table, but no one dared touch it.“Do you know who it was?” Camila asked carefully.Jamie’s lips pressed together. “I wish I did.”Camila's eyebrows shot up. Tessa looked down at her plate.Jamie’s voice was quieter

AUTHORS POVTessa hadn’t expected the sharp contrast between the sun-drenched freedom of Seychelles and the cold silence of the Lorenzo estate. The black iron gates closed behind them with an eerie finality, and for a fleeting second, she felt like a bird stepping back into its gilded cage. She’d left Camila and Jamie with soft hugs and promises to catch up soon—but something in the air as she stepped into the mansion made her skin crawl. She was obviously not happy to be there and it felt as though the feeling was mutual, the environment was too cold, it did not feel welcoming.The new housekeeper, Mariana, greeted her with a soft nod, barely meeting her eyes, she wondered what happened to Rosa. The air was too still, and even the familiar scent of eucalyptus oil—Pedro’s preferred aroma for the hallways—did little to soothe the rising unease in her chest.Pedro was waiting in the grand lounge, perched stiffly on the edge of the antique leather chair as though he’d been rehearsing t

AUTHORS POVSome hours later, she sat at the edge of the garden.It had been a while since she last visited the garden, and she needed space from the dusty confines of her room even though Mariana had cleaned it several times, the hypersensitivity and nusea just seemed to overwhelm her. The estate’s gardeners kept everything pristine—blooming bougainvillea, trimmed hedges, a koi pond that glittered under the sun—but none of it soothed her anymore. She was alone. Surrounded by splendor, but suffocating.Her only taste of freedom came when Pedro had left for work , and even then, Mariana hovered nearby like a shadow with orders to report back. Pedro masked it all as concern, as love, as care—but she knew the truth. She was being triggered on purpose, isolated, silenced. Or perhaps he was getting back at her for ignoring his calls while she was in Seychelles.And now with Regina gone, even her hopes for a frayed link to the outside world had snapped.As she plucked petals absentmindedl

AUTHORS POV “May? That means you are not sure? Or should I say your source is not certain” Tessa said. “At least I have been able to gather informations you have not been able to for the past how many months.” George said, wryly. “Just kidding” he added slightly. “So what do we do then?” “You’ll have to extract the information from him directly. Get him drunk or something, distract him… make him think you’re compliant.” He circled back, lowering his voice further. “You need to play his game.” Tessa swallowed. “I do feel he is suspicious of me because things has not been the same since I returned from Seychelles” “A gift in disguise,” George murmured. “Use it. But be subtle. Don’t let him suspect you’re playing him. Start small—compliments about his business leadership skills or there about, feigned support for his decisions—anything to make him loosen up.” She nodded, steeling herself. “And the passports?” George handed her a slip of paper with a phone number scrawled on