Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT BRIDE : Bab 111 - Bab 120

EVANGELINESeraphina continued struggling between the three men, pushing away their grasping hands. Only their weakened state from the obvious beating they'd received kept them from overpowering her completely.Tears began streaming down her cheeks, carving tracks through her ruined makeup. I'd never seen her cry before. The sight was both satisfying and disturbing.Suddenly Seraphina broke free and stumbled toward us.My eyes widened in shock when she dropped to her knees on the marble floor, head bowed in complete submission."Please, please forgive me." Seraphina's voice shattered with desperation. "I'm begging you - I don't want to be violated. I'll do anything else, pay any price, but please don't let them..."She couldn't finish, but we all understood. Seeing her humiliated should have brought satisfaction, should have felt like justice. Instead, it left me hollow.I slipped from Gael's lap and crouched before Seraphina, bringing us eye to eye.My fingers tangled in her dishevel

EVANGELINEGael pinned me completely, his mouth devouring mine, swallowing the desperate sounds he tore from me.The pain had blurred into something that shouldn't feel this good, and yet I shattered around him, my body clenching violently as pleasure ripped through me despite all reason.But my scream dissolved into his kiss.Gael groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through me as his rhythm turned punishing, relentless, each thrust driving me deeper into the mattress until I couldn't tell where the ache ended and the ecstasy began.My body shouldn't respond like this, shouldn't arch into every brutal stroke, but it did.The fullness was overwhelming, my body stretched and claimed in ways I'd never imagined.My nails clawed at his shoulders, leaving marks I'd see tomorrow and remember with shame and heat in equal measure.But just when my body began climbing toward that edge again, Gael stopped.He pinned my wrists tighter, his hips stilling and his cock buried deep but unm

EVANGELINEI opened my eyes slowly the next morning, disoriented for a moment before remembering where I was.The penthouse. Gael's sanctuary.I turned my head to find him lying beside me, his body sprawled across the expensive sheets. He was sleeping on his stomach, the blanket pooled around his waist, leaving his broad back exposed. Even in sleep, there was something magnetic about him - the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, the strong line of his shoulders.I didn't remember coming to bed. The last thing I recalled was falling asleep on his chest on the balcony. He must have carried me inside, tucked me in with surprising gentleness.The sight of him like this, vulnerable in sleep, stirred something unexpected in my chest. I slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake him, and padded barefoot to the kitchen.The space was as intimidating as the rest of the apartment. I wanted to do something nice, to make breakfast as a small gesture of... what? Gratitude? Apology? I

EVANGELINEI stared at him in complete disbelief, my lips curving into a disapproving frown.Was he actually serious about what he'd just said?The audacity of his statement left me momentarily speechless."What are you—"A sharp knock interrupted my protest.My attention shifted to the figure appearing behind the door and the same woman stepped inside."Mr. Dettling, Mr. Whitmore is here to see you."My eyebrows drew together as I tried to place the name.Where had I heard it before?The name felt familiar, dancing on the edge of my memory, but I couldn't quite grasp the connection."Send him in." Gael's response was characteristically brief.The secretary cast me an odd look before leaving, her eyes lingering on my position in Gael's lap.I barely noticed her scrutiny, too focused on trying to remember who this Whitmore person was and why his name triggered such a sense of recognition."I remember now!" I exclaimed suddenly as the name finally clicked.The pressure on my waist remin

EVANGELINECordelia took my arm, her grip urgent, and pulled me toward the back garden.Her movements were quick, almost furtive, and her gaze carefully scanned the area as if she feared someone might overhear our conversation."What's up?" I could see the excitement in her eyes, the way she practically vibrated with the need to share whatever gossip she'd discovered.She moved closer, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Uncle Richard scolded Seraphina yesterday."I furrowed my eyebrows in disbelief, trying to process this information. Richard was usually so mild-mannered, so diplomatic in his approach to family matters. For him to actually scold someone, especially Seraphina, something serious must have happened."She left the house at night. I saw her by chance as she was leaving – I couldn't sleep and was getting some water from the kitchen when I spotted her slipping out the back door."Cordelia's voice dropped even lower, her eyes darting around to make sure we were