Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Chapter 51: ||Natalia's POV||As soon as we got to the hotel, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and dialed my father's line.He picked almost instantly; "The latest bride in the city! How are you—""Why did you send honeymoon tickets to Hawaii?!" I cut in, not even caring that my voice was growing higher."Oh, honey," He paused, obviously shocked at my tone. "Would you have preferred France?""No, dad. No!" I cried out, "I would have preferred nothing!"My heart was burning with anger and a thousand other things I couldn't describe as I clutched the phone. "Why? Why didn't you even tell me about it?""Excuse me a moment," He said and I couldn't even tell if he was speaking to me or someone else as the background noise became clearer.A cackling of frequency followed and then when his voice came back on, I could tell the change in location. "No, Natalia, my dear. What is wrong with me sending you honeymoon tickets?""Dad!" I snapped, unable to understand where his words were comin

Chapter 53: ||Natalia's POV||I managed to survive the first few days of the honeymoon, without another mishap.That first day at the bar, I had long thought about staying in my lane.Teasing Wesley was not a good idea. So I only acted for the camera, never going beyond our boundaries but enough to get good pictures that could excite the public.But while these arrangements worked, the awkwardness in the room only doubled.Wesley spent most of the time scrolling through his phone with a military focus.It was almost as if he had been told never to turn to my side of the bed whenever I was in the room.And as much as I tried to take it all in, it reached its limit. I couldn't bear it any longer.So taking a deep breath, I decided to put an end to it. I walked back into the room from the balcony and joined him in the room.As usual, he was on his phone.So I got on my side of the bed, and turned to him. "Wesley."He glanced up from his phone immediately. "Yes?""I want us to talk," I sa

Chapter 55: ||Natalia's POV||The honeymoon was finally over and it was time we returned to the real world. I felt a little ache in my chest as we moved out of our room.It was almost painful knowing it was over. And everything from now onwards was about to get real.My mood was worn, filled with so many confusing thoughts that I barely said a word. I let Wesley deal with all proceedings.Even when we got to our plane seats, I could only stare at him, my thoughts finally centering on what had been biting at me through the last days of her honeymoon.I watched the soft curve of his jaw; the steady rise and fall of his chest as he scrolled through his phone... But most importantly I saw the quiet restraint in every movement he made.Not just now, I saw every single restraint he went through. I could still see the way his voice cracked whenever I laughed too loud; the way his eyes lit up when I looked at him... I saw it all.And I could tell how much he was holding back. Like he was prot

Chapter 57: ||Natalia's POV||The ache in my troubled mind suddenly reduced the more I thought about where we were going. To Wesley's studio.I never knew he painted. I never even thought of him as an artist.My mind suddenly thought about the kind of things he would draw. Surely, it had to be good for him to have a painting studio in his house, right?With the thoughts still reeling in my mind, I quietly followed the housekeeper till we got to the door."It's here madam," the house keeper said, pointing at the slightly opened door.For reasons I couldn't explain, my heart started racing as my eyes moved to the door. I had to swallow hard to regain control of myself."Thank you," I managed to let out as I took a step forward.The man gave me a small smile, then a bow before he turned on his heel and left.Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door and stepped inside. Instantly, cool air wrapped around me as I began to scan around the room.The smell of paints and canvas paper filled my n

Chapter 59: ||Natalia’s POV||The night turned out to be one of the best I have ever had. When the sun came up the next day, I didn’t want to move.My legs still trembled slightly from the aftermath of what we just shared but I didn’t want the moment to end. And moving meant just that.Staying in bed next to him felt so perfect and to ruin it with something as mundane as waking up felt like a criminal offense…My eyes slowly stirred awake and they fell on him. God, he was perfect…His skin was warm against mine and my eyes followed the length of his arms as they wrapped around me like I was the only anchor he had to the world.His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm that gave me butterflies from just watching him.“Good morning…” he whispered as his fingers began trailing lazy circles across my back.The air around us instantly turned heavy with heat at the sound of his voice.“Morning…” I managed to let out, my body shaking with sweet emotions.His trailing fingers stopped a