Semua Bab Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Adele~ The clank of his belt sent a bolt of heat straight through me. Not fear. Not hesitation. Just anticipation – the kind that buzzed in your veins and made your knees go soft. Detroit’s gaze never left mine as he unbuckled, each movement deliberate. Controlled. His shirt was already gone. I didn't even remember when that happened. I stared at his bare, sculpted, chest, slick with sweat, the scent of his perfume and sex. “Still sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and thick with something more than lust. “Do I look unsure?” I whispered back, rising on my elbows, my walls clenching and pulsing at the sound of his raw masculine voice. He didn't speak, instead, he smirked, at the same time, the sound of his zipper going down echoed in my ears. My already pounding heart intensified. Obviously, we've had sex before, but there was something about this time that seemed different and thrilling and exciting. His trousers hit the floor with a soft thud, followed by

He shifted, his thumb tracing slow, thoughtful circles on the back of my hand. “She was brought to my doorstep my one of my people. He thought she was my daughter too.”I didn’t breathe for a moment. I forgot how to. “Wait, how's that even possible? Did you— hold on, did someone—” I shook my head, nothing was making any sense. No, really, it was extremely hard to believe. What kind of coincidence was that? A little girl who looked exactly like him showing up out of nowhere? Not just a resemblance—she was him, in tiny, adorable form. Same eyes. Same hair. Same ice-cold glare that melted only when she smiled.“What kind of coincidence is that?” I finally blurted. “She’s not your kid but she is your clone?”Detroit gave a humorless chuckle. “You think I haven’t asked myself that? I tore apart everything I could to find answers. But nothing.”“And her mother?”“She doesn't have one.”I blinked. “Oh, wow.” There's obviously a sinister play here but I wouldn't be the one to say it out lou

[You like your men smiling while murdering and choking people against marble walls? Interesting.]Another ping.[Page 248 though? Bold of you.]I burst into the staff quarters, hurrying down the hallway, heels clicking unlady-like towards my apartment. And there he was.Leaning against my doorframe, shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, holding my book…no, Sarah's book in one hand and eating strawberries.His eyes lifted lazily from the pages he seemed to be reading, to mine.“I just want to say…” he said, licking juice from his thumb. “…this Julian guy? I like him. Playful. Dangerous. Definitely interesting.”My soul disintegrated at how he changed the name of my fictional crush and before I could think, I blurted out, “His name is Luca!” His grin widened.“Right. Luca? The one who said, ‘Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop breathing instead’?” His voice dropped an octave, flicking his wrist so the book cover was facing him, but his thumb was still buried in whatever

“You thought of his 9 inch?” “No! God, no!” I wanted to shout, but my voice cracked like a sinner caught in confession. The panic, the heat, the unbearable closeness—it all blurred together in a whirlpool of emotion and arousal. “I wasn’t thinking of anyone else…” “Lies.” “N—” Another lie I didn't get to finish before his hands moved, slowly, deliberately, one bracing beside mine on the fogged-up glass, the other skimming the curve of my hip like he was tracing out his next bad decision. “You know,” he murmured into my ear, “I do mind you fantasizing about Lucian’s 9 inch.” “Detroit,” I hissed, my mind pulling back into my body. This couldn't be any more than a scandal. Also, why was he calling him Lucian now? Was Luca too hard to say? He hummed in approval, like the sound of his name slipping from my lips was some kind of reward. “You're married,” he began, voice like molten sin, “so write down your fantasies… and let me be the one to make them real, not fictional charact

Adele~ The open week festival was fast approaching. Mark said the settings must be finished before Friday – people would start pouring in by Friday evening. And it was my turn to handle social media today. It was Tuesday, our website and social media handle just put up the announcement not even up to two hours ago and we already have thousands of likes, hundreds of comments and thousands of shares. Scrolling through the comments in our official Trendle account, I couldn't help smiling. This account was created six months ago — when we were still putting things together. It was just the three of us following this account then. Before the launch, we posted aesthetics of the resort and food, and soon, we had a few hundreds of followers, but after the groundbreaking launch, everything exploded. During the launch, the followings shot from mere hundreds to hundreds of thousands and now, we have six million and still going — all thanks to the influencers, bloggers, and high-end clients