The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Camilla’s POV The sun beat down on my luxury villa in Baghdad, its rays glinting off the infinity pool like a sheet of molten glass. I lounged on a cushioned sun bed, my soft platinum curls spilling over a straw-suncap, the brim shielding my eyes as I sipped a fizzy drink, its orange umbrella bobbing in the glass. The straw grazed my lips, the sweet tang of citrus cutting through the heat. Lina, in a green string bikini, and Zara, in a blue one, sprawled on either side of me, sipping coconut water from frosted glasses, their laughter light as the palm trees swayed in the breeze. Life was perfect—until it wasn’t. “So Lina how was that businessman you met earlier?” I said, swirling my drink, the ice clinking. “He was so dashing!” Lina smiled, her green bikini shimmering as she shifted. “I felt like my ovaries might burst” Zara giggled, brushing a dark curl from her face. “Yeah, you’re living the dream here Camilla, introducing us to such interesting people”

Raffaele’s POV The world spun in a haze of salt water and chaos as Valentina pulled us through the spirit gate—a swirl of ethereal light that yanked us from the crumbling Atlantean chamber back to the deck of the Aquila with the help of astral projection. The boat tilted violently, groaning under the assault of massive waves rolling in from the explosion below. Water sloshed over the rails, the air thick with the scent of ozone and fire. I coughed up seawater, my lungs burning, and immediately turned to Valentina, who was on her knees, heaving and pale. “Valentina, what did you do!” I shouted, pulling her into my arms, my voice raw with fear and fury. “You could have killed us all! Why are you always so reckless?” She clung to me, her body shaking, bitter tears streaming down her face as she buried it in my chest. “I couldn’t let them have it! I just… couldn’t! No matter what I did, they would always come after us! Me! You! Our child!” “Are you okay? Is the baby okay

Valentina’s POV The jet hummed through the sky, a six-hour torture that made my temples pulse with a relentless headache. I wasn’t mentally prepared for this, but I needed closure, peace of mind…something to end the nightmare. My body craved rest, the twins inside me demanding sleep, but how could I when Camilla and Tariq were still out there, scheming? Raffaele sat beside me, his hand on my knee, his dark eyes watching me with concern. “Are you sure this is such a good idea?” he asked, his voice low, laced with worry. “We could let Kalenga handle it from here. You don’t have to face them.” I shook my head, staring out the window at the clouds below. “I’m not running anymore, Raffaele. I’m tired. Always being the deer within shooting range… this stress, it’s just too much. I can’t sleep if this continues.” He squeezed my knee gently. “I know, amore. But the twins… Dr. Abdul Rahman said rest. No more risks.” “The risks won’t stop until they’re gone,” I whispered, my v

Valentina’s POV The shores of Lake Como shimmered under the late afternoon sun, the steep alpine cliffs dropping right into the lake’s crystal waters. The Grand Hotel Tremezzo that Raffaele had booked was a luxurious 5-star property located on the shores of Lake Como. Established in the early nineteen hundred, it’s known for its historic Art Nouveau architecture, panoramic views of the lake and the Alps, and high-end amenities like a floating pool on the lake, a spa, fine dining restaurants, and elegant gardens. Raffaele leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. “You know, this is a place where celebrities and the wealthy come for their escapes… but I wanted us to have our own special moment here.” I smiled up at him, my chest tightening with warmth. “I love this surprise. It’s historic, it’s beautiful… thank you, Raffaele.” The hotel had been transformed for our wedding party, its gardens overflowing with white roses and jasmine interwoven with red flowers, symbolizing t

Valentina’s POV Lorenzo stretched out at the foot of my bed, his massive paws draped across my ankles as though daring the world to disturb me. My lion had become more clingy with each passing week of my pregnancy. Two regal protectors, him and Raffaele. I stroked his mane, feeling amused. “Two lions fighting to protect me in this house,” Jokes aside, I was exhausted. Pregnancy wasn’t as glamorous as people made it out to be. No glowing aura, no effortless energy, just swollen feet, an aching back, and a constant reminder that two tiny lives were pressing against every rib. I rubbed my belly, breathing slow. At least they’re healthy. That’s all that matters. Raffaele supported my back, helping me sit up. “Can you please help me with the slippers, dear?” I asked, my voice soft but tired. Raffaele appeared with my slippers in hand. “Come, amore. Let me help.” I lifted my feet awkwardly, my back aching. “Please. I can’t bend anymore without feeling like I’ll topple.”