บททั้งหมดของ Stripper by Night, Doctor by Deception : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

RICARDOIt was 2:05.I sat in the car, waiting for Ryan. My fingers tapped against the steering wheel as I stared at my phone, the screen glowing back at me with no new messages.He hadn’t texted. He hadn’t called.I had debated sending one of my men to knock on his door, to remind him. But something held me back. I didn’t want to force this. I wanted to know if Ryan felt the same way… if he even cared enough to show up without a push.So, I waited.2:30.Alright. Enough of this. I needed to stop making a fool of myself. If he wasn’t coming, then that was my answer. I reached for the door handle, sighing as I prepared to step out.But just as I did, the door on the other side opened.Ryan slid into the seat, his scent filling the car.“You actually waited,” he muttered, shutting the door.I clenched my jaw, gripping the wheel tighter. “And you actually showed up.”A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but he didn’t respond. He just sat there, his legs spread slightly, fingers brus

RYAN"Yeahhh, you should do it," I said, my voice deliberately slow, watching the tension in the room shift.Ricardo’s eyes snapped to me. "Excuse me?"I smirked, leaning back against the wall. "Bella wants to have fun, right? So why not have it to the fullest?"Bella’s smirk faltered for a split second before she quickly masked it. I could see the way Ricardo grip on the armrest tightened. He wasn’t against the idea… far from it. He was just processing.Marco burst into laughter, shaking his head. "Oh, this just keeps getting better."Ricardo’s jaw twitched, but then something shifted in his expression. He turned toward Bella. "Alright then," he finally said. "It’s a deal."Bella’s posture stiffened for a moment, but she quickly recovered, her lips pressing into a thin line. She didn’t say anything, just nodded once. I wondered if she had expected Ricardo to actually agree, or if she had just been testing him.Marco’s phone buzzed in his hand, breaking the tension. He answered it, s

RYAN Pacing the length of my room, I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. My pulse was still erratic, my mind replaying every damn second of what had happened tonight. At first, I was relieved when the police showed up. Finally, something had gone in my favor. With them there, Bella wouldn't be able to get the videos. That meant she wouldn't go through with that idiotic threesome plan. But then she had to go and prove me wrong. I clenched my fists, stopping in my tracks as frustration churned in my gut. She handled it flawlessly. Too flawlessly. The way she spun her lie, the way she used every ounce of charm she had to manipulate the situation… it was impressive. It was terrifying. And it worked. Not only did she get close to Alessio, but she also managed to make him lower his guard. She played her role so well that she got exactly what we needed… perfect pictures. Everything we had come here for. Proof that would move this whole operation forward. I should’ve been cel

BELLAI moved swiftly through th hallways, my heartbeat steady despite the risk. Ricardo’s room was just ahead. I had timed this moment perfectly… most of the guards were either at their posts outside the estate or preoccupied with their own business.Luck was on my side. No one was stationed at his entrance.I took a quick glance over my shoulder before slipping inside, shutting the door soundlessly behind me.The bed was neatly made, untouched for the night. Ricardo wasn’t here yet. Perfect.I pulled the small camera from my pocket, rolling it between my fingers as I scanned the room for the best hiding spot. It had to be somewhere discreet but with a clear view of the bed and seating area. If what I suspected was true, tonight would be the night I got my proof.Ryan, the arrogant bastard who thought he could toy with me, was about to be exposed. The whole world would see him for who he really was… someone who had sold himself to the mafia boss.I crouched near the dresser, pressing

RYANI was waiting. Any minute now, there’d be a knock on my door, and someone would say Ricardo was calling for me. I exhaled, running a hand through my hair as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I pulled my trousers down a bit, inspecting myself. Neatly trimmed. Good.I always kept things in order, even the things most people didn’t bother with. Details mattered.I had already showered, the scent of my body wash still clinging to my skin. Still, I grabbed my cologne and sprayed a new scent I’d been trying out. Then, right on cue, a knock sounded at the door.I didn’t move right away. Instead, I adjusted my shirt cuffs, taking my time before walking over and opening it.One of Ricardo’s men stood there. “Ricardo wants to see you,” he said flatly.Without saying a word, I stepped out, shutting the door behind me.Tonight was about to get interesting.I walked down the hall and I didn’t hesitate when I reached the door, pushing it open without knocking. Stepping inside, my ga