Todos los capítulos de Craving his control : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

POV: Harry DeclanThe day started innocently. Mia had her first major prenatal appointment, and I promised her I'd behave. That I wouldn’t cause a scene. That I wouldn’t touch her while the doctor spoke.I lied.Because how the hell was I supposed to sit next to her, her thighs bare under that sundress, her belly glowing with my child and not lose my f**king mind?We walked into the clinic, my arm tightly around her waist. Every man that looked her way got a death glare. Every woman that smiled at me got the same.Mia was mine.And for the next month I belonged to her.She sat down in the waiting room, scrolling through her phone, while I leaned in and whispered:"You know I haven’t touched myself in three days?”“Good. That’s your punishment.” She smirked without looking at me.“Princess, if I can’t touch you soon, I’m going to come in my pants watching you breathe.”“Sounds like a you problem.”“It’s going to be a you problem when I bend you over this chair.”She nearly choked on a

(Mia’s POV) The house was quiet, unusually so, except for the occasional tick of the antique clock on the wall. Rain tapped gently against the glass windows of the estate, soft enough to lull anyone into calm anyone but me. I sat on the massive sectional in the living room, legs elevated, both hands cradling the firm swell of my belly. Nine months in, and tonight felt... different. Harry had insisted on hiring the best obstetrician in the city, and for the past month, the doctor had been living on standby just across the estate in one of the guest suites. My personal chef was on call for my every craving, and Harry’s assistant had taken over the company entirely. For thirty full days, my husband had surrendered everything he built just to be mine. Entirely mine. I had taken full control over his world, and it hadn’t just been thrilling it had been healing. He trusted me with his business, his body, his devotion, and soon, his legacy. I bit my lip as I shifted slightly. Oof.

Six months later, Greece. A beachside villa. A love story that refused to burn out… now blazing brighter than ever. The sun spilled gold over the horizon, casting long shadows on the white marble of their Grecian villa. Waves lapped gently against the private shore below as seagulls called into the morning sky. It was paradise, not because of the location but because she was here. With him. With their child. With everything they’d built. Mia stood barefoot on the balcony, her silk robe fluttering around her thighs, clutching a crystal glass of mango juice as she gazed over the Aegean. Her body had changed softer in some places, fuller in others but Harry thought she looked like a goddess every single day. More than desire... he burned with devotion. Inside, Harry was humming a lullaby. Shirtless, golden tan, barefoot in linen pants he rocked their daughter in his arms. Declan Helena Williams, six months old and already the youngest shareholder in Declan Corp. "Someone’s wide aw

Five Years Later“Helena Declan, why do you want to attend our school?”The little girl sitting across from the interview panel tilted her head, blinking once with the full composure of someone twice her age. Her long black curls bounced as she adjusted her pink blazer, custom-made with her name embroidered in gold thread.The room waited.The camera, rolling.The panel a group of seasoned educators at the prestigious Bellgrove Academy for Gifted Youth — sat forward, expecting the usual six-year-old responses. But Helena just smiled.“I don’t need to attend your school,” she began, voice clear and articulate. “But I want to. Because I like the idea of waking up to challenges. Of sitting next to kids who don’t just want to be astronauts and presidents, but are already coding apps and building rockets in their garages.”A pause. Wide eyes. Jaw drops.She continued, “I want a place that feels too big for me now because that means I’ll grow into it.”Then came the final line that would

Viral Interview“So, Helena... you’re only eight years old, but you’ve already been called the youngest billionaire in the world. What’s your secret?”Helena Declan tilted her head, eyes sparkling beneath thick lashes that were unmistakably her mother’s. Her long, dark curls framed a face too poised for someone her age. In her pastel blazer and mini heels, she didn’t look like a kid. She looked like a storm dressed for brunch.The live interview streamed to millions worldwide. What started as a routine “kid business prodigy” feature on a family talk show quickly exploded into trending territory. Not just because Helena was brilliant.But because she was Helena Declan—daughter of two of the most powerful people in the world.She smiled sweetly.“My secret?” she repeated, leaning into the mic. “I was born loved, raised bold, and taught never to wait for permission.”The studio audience gasped.The world went wild.A Day Earlier – In GreeceMia watched the interview replay on her phone,