Semua Bab FELL IN LOVE WITH MY HUSBAND'S BODYGUARD: Bab 1 - Bab 10

LaurenThe ride home was silent, but her mind wasn’t.She sat in the backseat of the sleek black Mercedes, eyes fixed on the blurred city lights outside, though she wasn’t seeing any of them. Her reflection in the window stared back at her—a polished woman in a designer gown, flawless makeup, and a distant look in her eyes.She looked like someone else.Not Lauren.Not the girl she used to be.And certainly not a woman in love with her husband.Louis hadn’t said a word since they left the gala. Not even a polite, “Did you have a nice evening, ma’am?” He just drove—quiet, steady, professional. But she could feel his eyes in the rearview mirror now and then. Watching. Not in a predatory way. Not in the way men like Richard did. No, his was different.Observing. Studying.And worse... understanding.That unsettled her.Because she didn’t want to be understood.Not by anyone. Espe

The Morees arrived at The Sterling Monarch just before noon. It was the finest hotel in Montclair—a sleek glass tower that shimmered under the sun, boasting marble floors, a rooftop bar, and a guest list that included celebrities, diplomats, and billionaires alike. The bellboys greeted Richard by name. Of course they did. He’d stayed here more times than she could count. Lauren walked beside him through the grand lobby, her heels tapping against polished stone, a designer suitcase rolling smoothly behind her. Louis trailed behind them at a respectful distance, his crisp white shirt and dark trousers blending in easily with the professional air around them. She hadn’t spoken a word since they left the house. And neither had Richard. At the front desk, the concierge smiled brightly. “Mr. and Mrs. Moree, welcome. Your suite is ready—penthouse level.” Richard didn’t glance her way as he signed the forms. He didn’t hold her hand. He didn’t look at her when they entered the gold-tri

Lauren stood frozen.The wind toyed with the hem of her sundress, and the waves danced just inches from her toes, but she barely felt any of it. All she could feel was the ghost of Louis’s voice in her ears.> “I get paid to protect you. Not feel anything for you.”And yet he had. She knew it. Felt it. Every glance, every moment of stillness between them was dripping with everything they were too afraid to say out loud.Her hand was still suspended in the air where she’d touched him, fingertips tingling from contact that had lasted barely a heartbeat.She let it fall to her side.And slowly, she turned and walked.---She found him leaning against the car, arms crossed, staring blankly at the ocean.He didn’t look at her as she approached.She opened the passenger door but didn’t get in. Instead, she stood beside it, one hand on the frame.“Why did you walk away?”

Location: The Royal Pavilion Penthouse SuitePOV: Richard MooreThe room reeked of luxury and sex.Faint music played from the surround speakers, some mellow jazz Clara had picked on her way out of the shower. She was wrapped in one of the hotel’s monogrammed robes, her damp blonde hair cascading down her back in loose waves. Her skin glowed—flushed from the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble, and the hours they had spent tangled in silk sheets.Richard lay back on the expansive bed, bare chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. He looked like sin—shoulders sculpted, jaw slightly shadowed, eyes half-lidded in lazy satisfaction.Clara climbed back into bed, straddling him with practiced ease.“You’re quiet,” she said, pressing her palms against his chest. “Thinking about your pretty wife?”He smirked. “I think about deals and digits. Not drama.”Clara pouted. “You always say that. But I don’t se

The morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting golden hues on the hotel room floor. Lauren lay curled in Louis's arms, her bare skin warm against his, their legs tangled beneath the sheets, their breathing in sync like a quiet song only they knew.She could still feel the aftershocks of his touch on her body—the way his hands had held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Her head rested on his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath he took, and her fingers lazily traced circles along his abdomen.Louis shifted slightly, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep and everything they'd just shared.“I don’t want to move,” she whispered. “I don’t want this to end.”“It doesn’t have to,” he said softly.Lauren tilted her head to look up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, his hair adorably messy, his bare chest rising and falling steadily ben