บททั้งหมดของ Beneath His Billion-Dollar Lies : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The Night That Changed EverythingCarina’s POVI shouldn't be here. Not in this suite. Not in this bed. Not under him. But I am.My back arches as his mouth grazes the curve of my collarbone, hot breath sending tremors down my spine. His touch is fire…burning away every doubt, every ounce of logic I had left. Dante Santiago is a storm I should’ve never walked into, but now I’m drowning in him.“Say it,” he whispers against my skin. “I want you,” I breathe, even though I shouldn't.His lips find mine, fierce and full of longing, like he’s been starving and I’m the only thing that can satisfy his hunger. I kiss him back with everything in me, pouring in years of loneliness, pain, and silent dreams I never dared to speak aloud.My clothes vanish. He undress my clothes Skin meets skin, and he moves above me with slow intensity, groaning low as he sinks into me. My breath catches. The world fades.It's just us. Dante and Carina. A billionaire and a waitress. A man with everything and a gir

Shadows in the CradleCarina’s POVI stare at my phone long after the call ends, my fingers frozen around it. Vanessa’s voice still rings in my ears like a curse.“You think this story has a happy ending, sweetheart? I’m not done with you yet.” And then…like fate knew the perfect timing…my baby kicked for the first time.I sit there, alone in my kitchen, trying to figure out which part of my life just changed more: the tiny flutter in my womb, or the threat that came with it.I press my palm gently over my belly. “You felt that, didn’t you?” I whisper. Another soft kick.God, she’s real. She’s here, and I’m not ready.The next morning, I don’t tell Dante about the call. I want to…I almost do, three times…but I stop myself. Every time I look at him, he’s… trying. He brings groceries. He makes me tea. He even folds baby clothes I didn’t know he bought.He’s not perfect. He’s still guarded, still unsure where we stand. But there’s gentleness in his eyes now I’ve never seen before. And I

The Sister’s LiePOV – CarinaI stare at the photograph on the floor as if it might dissolve, vanish, change into something less damning. Something less real. But it doesn’t.It’s her. My sister, Alina. Smiling next to Vanessa. Her arm slung casually around the woman who tried to destroy everything I’ve built. In her other hand…a vial.The same type I saw tonight. The kind that makes a man like Dante forget the woman he loves and believe he belongs to someone else.I fall backward like the wind’s been knocked out of me, my knees hitting the cold floor. “No,” I said. Dante’s hand tightens around mine. “Carina…”I can’t breathe. I can’t think. “She wouldn’t…” My voice breaks. “She’s my sister.”Leo kneels beside me, his expression grim. “I didn’t want to believe it either. But she’s been working with Vanessa for months. I traced the payments. Offshore accounts under Alina’s name. Emails too. She’s been the one leaking your designs. Your sketches. Everything.”I shake my head slowly, eye

The Man behind the shadows.Dante’s POVI’ve been hunted before. but, this time, it is not my life that is at stake but hers.“Get down!” I scream, and drag Carina down to the ground with the glass bursting all around us. The air is filled with bullets and smoke. Emily screams and holds Carina by the arm. My heart stops at the sound.“Move!” Leo screams out in the front seat. The vehicle spins on the rainy highway with bullets flying against the metal. I put Carina down, and covered her with my flesh. She is shaking, repeating the name of Emily again and again.“Hold on,” I growl. “I’ve got you.”Leo turns the car around a corner with tires squealing. We break in a chain-link fence and a deserted alley. We hear the gunfire being drowned in rain.I gave a sharp sigh and looked at the back seat. Carina is pale with tears and blood streaks on her face. Emily cries, but she does not want to be caught, so she has her little hands clinging to the sleeve of Carina.We are clear, Leo puffs, p

A Mother's Gamble Carina’s Point Of ViewThe terror of a mom is not her silence, but her scream that she holds back to save the life of her child.The shot crashes through the night as a thundercrash.For a second I think it’s over. The hitting breaks the air, strikes my head. I stumble, heart pumping, in an attempt to remain still. My cheek hits wet dirt. Cold seeps in, but I just stay.‘Cause if I move—Emily dies.Footsteps get closer. Two of ‘em. Whispering, they are crunching heavy boots.“Did we get her?” one says.“She’s not moving. Check.”My shoulder is seized roughly by a hand. The second one he crouches, I roll, and I take the knife on his belt, and stab him in the thigh. He screams. The man opposite whips around, lifting his gun-- but I am quicker. I grab the gun of the first man and shoot. He drops.The quietness that follows this is sickening.My lungs are on fire, as I squat behind a crate trembling, yet alive. The hit of blood smells metallic as it reaches the air. I