Semua Bab Bought by the Billionaire +18: Bab 31 - Bab 36

Chapter Thirty-Two: Smoke, Fire, and FleshArdyn's POVLucien’s hands were warm.Not greedy, not forceful, just steady. Confident. He stood behind me in the training room, his chest brushing my back as he adjusted the angle of my wrist, guiding my aim toward the center of the red silk target nailed against the far wall."Don’t grip it so tightly," he murmured, his breath ghosting my ear. "Let the tension sit in your core, not your hands."His voice shouldn’t have done anything to me, but it did.The way his fingers lingered. The way his body shadowed mine. It wasn’t Caelum’s brand of dominance—dark, demanding, devastating—it was something else. Slower. More deliberate.A weapon aimed not to conquer but to unravel.I exhaled, but the weight in my chest didn’t ease. My entire body ached from the whiplash of the past week—watching Mirelle return like a ghost from hell, watching Caelum bend to her touch. Like he forgot everything he built with me the second her mouth was on him again.Lik

Chapter Thirty-four ArdynI hadn’t cooked a damn thing in years. Not properly. Not without someone barking orders behind me or slapping my hand away when I reached for the salt. But that morning, I woke up with a ridiculous idea in my head: I wanted to cook for him.Caelum.The man who’d once called me a plaything. The same one who now, somehow, kissed me like I mattered and held me like I wouldn’t break.I wanted to do something real. Something soft. Something normal. So I grabbed my phone, searched "easy romantic dinners," and watched three YouTube videos with shaky camera angles and perky American voices before deciding on a spicy shrimp pasta that looked way more doable than it actually was.First problem? I didn’t have half the ingredients.So I threw on a hoodie, tied my hair back, and slipped out the front gates, heart pounding like I was breaking a rule.Halfway down the street, as I debated which store even sold paprika, I heard that voice."Domestic looks good on you."My s

Chapter Thirty-Six Ardyn I woke up still aching, sore in all the best ways. My legs tangled in sheets that still smelled like Caelum, the faintest ache between my thighs a reminder of everything he did to me in the car last night. We didn’t talk after. He just carried me upstairs, silent, cradling me like something fragile. And I let him, too tired to ask what was twisting inside his chest. The mansion had moods. I used to think it was my paranoia, the way the walls creaked differently depending on who was home, the way the hallways felt colder when Caelum avoided me. But today... today it felt like something was watching. Not someone. Something. Caelum had left early, muttering something about a call with an estate attorney. He kissed my shoulder before he left. Said, "Don’t wait up." I waited anyway. Sort of. I wandered. It wasn’t boredom, not really. It was more like... a pulse under my skin. An itch I couldn’t scratch. After the party, after the exhibitionist moment in th