All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SERVANT : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

11:Livia's point of viewI am lying on my bed, my gaze lost in the ceiling, the sheets slightly crumpled under my still feverish body. My heart is still beating a little too fast, and I can still feel every thrill, every feeling he left me. Alessandro ... I close my eyes, and immediately, the image of his powerful body against mine, his firm hands, his burning mouth on my skin, comes back in mind. My belly tightens, a mixture of excitement and embarrassment overwhelms me. I gave in. I totally lost control. There, in this kitchen, in the middle of the night, I gave myself to him without restraint, without thinking. It was wild, intense, burning. As if all this desire has been contained for days, all these tensions, had finally freed themselves at once. I liked every second. I pinch my lips by turning on my side, hugging my pillow against me. Damn ... how am I going to do now? Tomorrow morning, I'm going to have to get up as if nothing had happened. I'm going to have to meet him,

13:Alessandro's point of viewI don't know why I'm here. I should be in my room, smoking another cigarette, thinking about what my mother told me, ignoring everything I feel. But instead, I'm standing in front of the Livia door. I hesitate. A fraction of a second. Then I hit. Once. Twice. Three. And the door opens. Shit. I was not ready for that. Livia is in front of me, a sleepless night dress that marries her body like a second skin. Fine, delicate, almost transparent under the sifted light of his room. Her hair is cascading on her shoulders, a little in disorder. His gaze is still damaged with sleep, but as soon as she sees me, he grows, surprised. Damn ... I knew it was beautiful, but there ... This is something else. It’s pure temptation. I swallow my saliva, feeling a familiar heat winning me. But it's not just raw desire this time. It’s more than that. She looks at me, forbidden, before blowing gently:- Alessandro…? Her voice is soft, hesitant. I realize that I

15: The last wishesAlessandro's point of viewI leave Livia's room, and each step in the corridor resonates like an echo of my confused thoughts. The idea that I have just offered him still haunts me: to become my wife and to wear my child. A crazy, impulsive proposal, which came to me almost without warning, as if the destiny itself had blown these words to me. I don't know where this desire came from, but I must admit, it seemed to me ... attractive. Perhaps it is my mother's pressure, his last wish before the disease prevails, which fuels this desire to do something great, something that could finally make her proud. I find myself imagining the day when, despite the shadows of my world, she would see an heir born from our union, a symbol of continuity and family pride. As I sit down by the pool, my feet submerged in lukewarm water, I pull a long puff from my big Italian cigarette. The twilight extends around me, and in the silence of this moment, my thoughts get carried away. My

17:Livia's point of viewThree days had passed since that night when Alessandro had made me an insane proposal. Three days when I still hadn't given my answer. Three days when I did everything to avoid thinking about it too much. So, as usual, I immersed myself in my work, hoping that the bustle of the kitchen prevents me from cigitating too much. This morning, I decided to prepare a special dinner. Madame Isabella particularly loved traditional Italian dishes, and I wanted to please her with a house recipe from lasagna with truffles and parmesan. I was right in the preparation of the Béchamel, one hand on the pan while the other was gently mixing with a whisk, when a tight key raises. All of a sudden, the noise of the electric oven engine goes out. The kitchen plunges into disturbing silence. I frowns. - No, no, no ... not now, shit! I let go of the whisk and quickly head to the oven. The digital screen is black. Nothing works anymore. I tighten my ponytail and try to turn on

19: the contractLiviaI watched him get up from bed, his still warm body of our embrace. My breath was still short, my skin still marked by his caresses, but Alessandro had already resumed his businessman mask, that of the billionaire sure of himself, cold and determined. He walked slowly towards a wardrobe, opened it and took out a black case which he put on the desk with calculated precision. The metal click of the opening resonated in the silent room. He took out a thick backrest, then a silver pen. "Here is the contract," he said, returning to me, the piercing, unshakable look. I hesitated before reaching out and taking the documents. He moved next to me on the bed, but this time there was nothing sensual in his posture. He was serious, almost distant. I swallowed and looked down on the pages. "Marriage contract between Alessandro Moretti and Livia Romano."Black letters seemed to dance before my eyes. I felt like I was thrown into another reality, as if all of this was just