Semua Bab Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Adele~“Two million.”“Two point two.” “Three million.”The crowd stirred and the bidders lessened. “Three point five.”“Four.”. . . “Six million.”The room gasped. It seemed that the resort wasn't worth that amount. But I could still see a few paddies going up. “Six point one,” Ryan barked. . . . Detroit turned to me, “You can triple it,” he said. I turned to him and our eyes met. “twelve million.” I uttered without breaking eye contact. There were no words said between us. His lips curled. Then, I turned to the stage. Gasps rippled like waves. Even the auctioneer blinked.“Twelve million, going once…”Ryan stood. “Twelve point five!”“Fifteen,” I said smoothly.The room went silent.The auctioneer looked around. “Fifteen million going once… going twice…”“Twenty!” Ryan shouted again. "Ryan, stop it," Julia whispered, but because the hall was too quiet, I heard it. "Bidding against his lunatic ex-wife, that's interesting." Someone mocked. "That resort is not worth tha

Warning: Rated 18+He flipped me on my back, straddling me. My heart flipped along. The way he commanded my body made me feel like I weighed less than I looked, but I'd be damned to think for a moment that I was slim or weightless as Cinderella. I reached for his toned, veiny arms, and wrapped my fleshy fingers around his biceps. They were hard and solid. Like he was carved from raw determination.I gulped when our eyes locked. His dark gaze pinned me down to the bed. I could feel his erection burning between my legs. God! This man was sin wrapped in human flesh. He didn't do anything, but my juice was already dripping slick around my thigh. I couldn’t look away. Not when he stared at me like he was about to hang my legs over my head. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked down to my parted lips, and I swore my heart tripped over itself trying to keep up.“You can take another round,” he murmured, voice low, almost a growl. He wasn't asking. He was daring me.I didn’t answer. I did

Adele~He stepped closer, but this time, I didn’t flinch or retreat. I held his gaze like it was the only solid thing keeping me upright.“You said not to lump you in with him. Fine. Then don’t act like him,” I whispered.He reached for me, but I stepped back before he could touch me. “Go,” I said. “You’ve got an emergency. Wouldn’t want to keep the world waiting.”A long silence passed between us. His breathing was heavy now, his eyes turbulent, and that perfect composure of his? It was crumbling.Good.Maybe then he’d see me not as a body to devour but as a person who could burn.“I’ll have my assistant take you to the resort,” he said finally, voice low, rough, almost strained.My heart trembled and shattered like fragile glass. That was all he had to say? I felt a sting in my eyes but I forced myself to not cry. Damn him! Damn Ryan! Damn men! I nodded, the sheet clutched tight to my chest like armor. “Okay.”And then, I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Not slamming it

Adele~My arrival at the resort made my skin crawl. Sarah and Emily sat quietly at the ‘ghost’ lobby, staring into space. Even Mark leaned on the wall, ankle crossed over the other, lost in deep thought.The silence and sadness was deafening.My step slowed just as I walked in through the door. The sound of my arrival, of my heels clicking against the dusty floor echoed too loudly in the hollow stillness.Three sets of eyes turned toward me, and I saw it. Grief. Real, raw grief that hit me like a punch to the chest.However, I knew why… they must have been informed that the resort was sold and they all had to leave. Maybe they hadn't left yet because they were waiting for me.A soft smile graced my lips as I thought of the property deeds that was dangling on my right hand. As if to be sure it was still there, I glanced at it – the black folder still firm in my grasp. The black leather cover with gold lettering gleamed under the morning sun pouring into the resort.They didn’t know yet

I snickered, “That sounds weird coming from you.” The two girls giggled. Glancing around the dusty lobby. “First, we clean. Then…” she turned towards Mark. “Manager…?”Mark stepped forward, grabbing the folder once more from the desk. “There's a lot to do. I'll suggest we make changes.” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “Not just in structure, but in the way we work. No more running this place like it’s the 90s. If we’re going to compete with the giants, we need to evolve. Digitize. Modernize. Make this place feel like a secret paradise… something no five-star chain can replicate. At the same time, maintain a bit of originality.”“Like, you want the resort to be both modern and traditional?” Sarah inquired. Mark nodded. “Exactly. We don’t need to copy what everyone else is doing. People don’t come to a place like this to feel like they’re in another corporate hotel. They come for peace, authenticity, and warmth. We keep the charm—the old garden trails, the handmade de