Todos os capítulos de DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Darla's POVI stepped out of the elevator, my heels clicking softly against the shiny floor.The receptionist had already told me where I was headed, so I walked down the hallway with confidence to the first door to my right.I paused at the door and knocked softly.“Come in,” Xavier’s voice called from inside.I opened the door and stepped in. He was sitting behind his desk, his usual calm smile on his face. “Darla,” he said, leaning back slightly. “What a pleasant, unexpected visit.”I forced a small smile but shook my head. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m here to talk about something.”Xavier folded his hands on the desk, his eyes attentive. “Go ahead.”I took a deep breath, letting my nerves settle. "I need to talk about Jace."His eyebrow rose, but he said nothing, letting me continue.I sat down in the chair before him, trying to keep my voice steady. "I need to tell you the truth about what happened with him. With the messages, the videos… everything. I don't want to be blindsided

Melanie's POVI leaned back against the edge of the dresser, my arms crossed hard. I was tired, tired of watching Darla ascend, ascend higher and higher, with me moving round and round in circles to no avail.Her smile, how she drew people, with every stride, the confidence, it annoyed me."Time's up," I cut in sharply, my voice cutting through the silence of the hotel room. "I've had enough of standing on the sidelines and watching her. We need to stop circling around her life and actually do something about her."Sam stood on the other side of the room, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.He was fresh from the shower, water still droplets on his chest and shoulders. He looked up at me, arching an eyebrow in a look of amusement."You just burst into my bedroom without greeting me, Melanie," he stated, chuckling. "Direct to business, as always."I denied myself the look too long on his chest, although my eye betrayed me for a second. He still cut it, more than cut it, for a ma

Melanie's POVI could barely catch my breath before Sam released himself inside me, burying his head against my neck.My knees practically gave way with the intensity, yet I forced myself to remain standing. His besetting breathes remained heavy, as if he were unwilling to stop."Come to the bed," he said in an almost-mute murmur, low and commanding, definitely not a request. "We're not done!"I went for my dress wrinkled on the floor, pulling it off and half-zipping it up. "Oh, we are done," I stated sharply, very much trying to pretend I was completely unaffected despite every fiber of my being humming from the tenderness. "I have to go. My phone hasn't stopped ringing."“Let it ring.” He stepped closer, reaching for me again. “I want more.”I shoved his chest lightly, just enough to put space between us. “You’ll get more when I say so.”That smirk stayed on his lips, dangerous and knowing."Keep me updated." I picked up my bag from the floor, all cool.I stepped out the door, legs

Darla's POVI secured my final earring, shaking it into place against the curve of my lobe before turning from the mirror.My reflection faced me back, stylish, sophisticated, the type of woman who could enter any room and command attention without ever saying a word.I was getting my purse when the phone on the vanity rang.A number I didn't recognize.I paused, then picked up. "Hello? Who's this?""Good morning, Darla. It's Sam," the smooth-sounding voice across the phone told me."Oh," I said, recognizing him instantly. "Sam. Hi. How are you?""I'm okay," he said, politic but laconic. "And you? Hope I'm not interrupting your morning."I forced a weak smile to myself. "I'm okay. Not interrupting at all. Problem?""No problem," he said. "Did you remember that real estate friend I spoke of at dinner?""Yes, I remember," I said, now curious."I've spoken to him," Sam replied, his voice lowering slightly, as if to make the point. "And he'd much like to have a word with you."A small s

Darla's POVI leaned back in my chair, watching Victor with a small smile. "Did Sam say something bad about me?" I asked, lightening the tone a bit, feeling out the waters.".Victor threw his head back and laughed with ease. "Bad? Not at all. Quite the contrary, in fact. Sam had very good things to say about you. He said that you're intelligent, serious, and. how did he put it? Ah, yes, a person who can hold their own."I raised an eyebrow to Sam, who smiled and seemed pleased with himself. "That is very generous of you," I told him.Sam shrugged. "Just telling the truth, Darla."Victor reached over to the lean leather briefcase that he had been carrying and pulled out a thick file.He set it on my desk with deliberate slowness. "This," he said, "is a real estate proposal which I have been doing some research on. It's worth millions, and I believe it would be a very profitable venture for you.".I pulled the file toward me and began to flip through it. My eyes scanned the figures, th