All Chapters of Beautiful But Unlucky : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Calvin’s POV---The hotel lounge was dimly lit, slick with the scent of aged brandy and expensive arrogance. Music floated through the marble arches like smoke - just loud enough to hide threats, just soft enough to let them sting.Reynold sat in the corner booth like he owned it. Legs sprawled, shirt slightly unbuttoned, a quiet smugness resting across his face like it belonged there. People called him “untouchable” in Deva - and maybe he was. After Justin and me, he was the one who made this company gleam on magazine covers and million-dollar billboards.But right now, all I saw was a man standing too close to her.I didn’t ask for a drink. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I walked straight to his table and sat across from him.His eyes flicked up. Cool. Cautious. Slightly amused. “Well, if it isn’t the king himself.”“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” I said, voice low.He lifted his glass to his lips, sipped slowly. “I think you’re scared.”I leaned forward. “Don’t test

Silvia’s POV---The Florence suite was bathed in gold when I walked in - sunlight pouring through the grand windows, brushing against glass walls and high ceilings like a lover’s hand trailing skin.I hadn’t planned to find him still awake. But Calvin was there. In keeping up with appearances we decided that in some nights we were to lodge together to furthermore sell our relationship to the media. But I was starting to wonder if it was such a good idea when I saw him.Leaning against the edge of the bar, whiskey in one hand, collar undone and chest barely veiled by black silk. The top buttons of his shirt were unfastened, the sleeves pushed to his elbows. And his eyes - God, those eyes - dragged up the length of me when I stepped in wearing only a thin satin slip that clung to every curve like a second skin.Neither of us spoke for a moment.The tension filled the air like perfume - heavy, expensive, and dangerous.“You could’ve knocked,” he said finally, voice low, raw.“It’s my r

Silvia’s POV---New York shimmered beneath the warm kiss of spring. The air was rich with the scent of citrus trees, car fumes, and fresh-baked pastries from nearby cafés. The city buzzed, alive and golden, but inside Deva’s halls - beneath the chandeliers and the smooth elegance of power - it felt like I was walking in a different kind of world entirely. One carved from glass. One where every breath mattered.Anora was draped in navy and gold, sunglasses perched high on her head. Charlotte strutted beside us in white linen pants and a blazer no mere mortal had the confidence to pull off. Together, we moved through the lobby like Deva’s holy trinity, each footstep echoing the last.“Restaurant or rooftop?” Charlotte asked, flipping her hair back with a grin.“Both,” Anora replied. “We’ll have coffee on the rooftop and dinner by the river. Silvia’s treat.”I arched a brow. “Is that so?”Charlotte looped her arm through mine. “You’re Deva’s face now, darling. Time to start living like

Silvia’s POV–Last night played in my mind like a broken record.‘I’ve thought about this. Every fucking night’His voice so rough, that it grated my heart and melted my core. My pussy still ached in remembrance of his tongue…‘You like driving me insane, don’t you?’I held the arm rest. Last night was something that should have never happened, the contract was there to stop it from happening, yet…‘Fuck the contract'. I had said that, and he had worshipped me. Why did something so wrong feel so achingly good?Anyone could have heard my screams, anyone could have… yet if I had the chance to go back, I didn't trust myself not to do the same thing.But then when I thought I wouldn't be able to leave my thoughts, hell came knocking.It started with a buzz. A notification I should’ve ignored.But something about the timing - late, quiet, just past midnight - made me glance.A ping from one of the fashion media sites. Clickbait headline. White bold letters over a filtered image of Philip’

Silvia’s POV---It started with silence.The kind of silence that fills a room like heat, humming low in your bones, making every breath feel louder than it should. The hotel suite in Madrid was draped in gold light from the nearby city, shadows curling across polished floors and glass windows that stretched into the night.We were alone again. One room. One bed.And too many unsaid things between us.Calvin hadn’t spoken since dinner. Not really. He’d watched me instead, his gaze grazing my bare shoulders like touch. His fingers had brushed my lower back when we walked through the corridor, and my skin still burned from it.Now, I stood by the bed, nervous energy dancing under my skin as I took off my heels. I could feel his presence behind me, the quiet weight of his stare. I didn’t dare turn. Not yet.My red dress clung to me, silk sticking to places already too warm.And then I heard it - his slow approach. His shoes sliding over the marble, the faint brush of a jacket being remo