Semua Bab His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy : Bab 81 - Bab 89

LioraDiana’s whole expression crumbled at that. For a heartbeat, she didn’t look like the fierce, graceful woman who’d just walked in. She looked… motherly, almost broken, as if Allen had just reached in and ripped out something fragile she’d been hiding behind her poise.“What are you saying, Allen?” she finally managed to say, though there was a strain in her voice now. “You’re both brothers… and I love you the same.”Allen on the other hand gave a dry laugh, his head tilting as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. “Yeah…” he nodded slowly, painfully annoyed. “But it’s pretty damn clear who got all the attention. Even right from the first day he came to live with us.”Diana’s lips parted, as if she wanted to argue, but nothing came out right away. Allen didn’t wait for her to recover as he shoved his hands into his pockets, glanced once at Tristan, then back at her. His eyes were sharp, but underneath that, I caught a flicker of something… almost wounded.“Do

Tristan Dante pulled over smoothly into the garage and leaned back in his seat. “Boss, we’re home,” he announced.Liora was the first to step out, her heels clicking softly against the floor. A second later, Dante rounded the car to my side and opened the door.“Careful, boss,” he muttered as he reached a hand out to steady me. I didn’t protest, letting him help me out. My legs were still stiff, my body heavy, but at least I was out of that hospital bed, and the smell was no longer here. That’s when the front door swung open. Helen came rushing down the steps, her face practically glowing with excitement. She looked like someone who had been waiting all day for this moment.“Welcome home, boss!” she blurted out, her voice half-stumbling over the words from pure joy.Her eyes darted between me and Liora, and I caught the little stutter in her breath, like she hadn’t rehearsed what she’d say if both of us showed up together.I arched a brow, my lips tugging in the faintest smirk. “Hel

Tristan That night, I leaned on the doorway and watched her for a moment before speaking.“Are you coming down for dinner?”Liora glanced up briefly from where she sat curled up on a chair, the glow of her phone lighting her face., her expression unreadable.“Yeah,” she murmured, “I’ll be there in a bit.”I nodded and headed toward the dining room. Helen was already waiting there, She placed a bowl of fruit beside my plate with a gentle smile as soon as I settle and said,“You need more of this, sir. Good for your health.”I gave her a small smile back. “Thanks, Helen.”She nodded and walked back toward the kitchen after she was done serving. While I sat there, spoon in hand, staring at the food but not quite eating yet. But not long after,I heard footsteps. And I looked up to see it was Liora who'd just appeared from upstairs, her hair slightly messy, her expression calm but distant. She didn’t say anything as she slid into the chair opposite me.She served herself, not much, just

LioraTristan's eyes locked onto mine as he slowly entered me, his tip teasing my entrance, making me shiver. I gasped, my body tensing in anticipation. He paused for a moment, his gaze burning with desire, before thrusting into me with a swift motion. I couldn't help but hiss out of frustration, my body not yet ready for the sudden invasion.However, my head rolled back, my neck arched, as he drove into me, his hips pounding against mine in one deep thrust. My inside spasmed, clenching tightly around him, trying to hold onto him. I felt a rush of pleasure, my body quickly responding to the sudden intensity of his thrust. Tristan's hands grasped my hips, holding me in place as he started moving slowly, drawing out and pounding into me. His fingers digging into my skin, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, but all I could think of was more.I tried to push against him, but he was too strong. He held me pinned against the wall like some bitch, his body dominating mine. I felt a rus

Tristan I woke up earlier that morning to a call from Dante. His voice on the line was quick. I stepped out onto the balcony to answer, letting the cool air bite against my skin until the call ended.When I came back inside, she was still fast asleep.I stopped in my tracks. For a moment, I just looked at her.Her face was turned slightly toward me, framed by the loose strands of her dark hair spilling across the pillow. Those long lashes of hers brushed against her cheeks, fluttering faintly with each breath, as though she were caught in some dream she wouldn’t tell me about. Her lips were still a little swollen, reminders of last night, of the things neither of us planned, yeah, maybe she did,but not like I was able to stop it.And damn, she looked beautiful. Not the kind of beauty she wore in her stubbornness or when she tried to keep her guard up. No, this was something else. Vulnerable. Unaware. The kind of beauty that made me want to forget every reason why I should let her go.