Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

JULIAN'S POV The next morning,Sharp knocks jarred me from sleep, my eyes flung wide open.Sir, You've been away since yesterday hope everything is alright with you, a voice came from the other end.That was Andrew, my security guard. The duvet draped over me, I was stripped naked, dried semen was on my thigh and stomach, reflecting back to how far I'd gone.The woman entangled in my sheet was gone, just her jacket and my clothes on the floor. It all felt strange.She helped me yesterday, just to take advantage of my state, how could she?Ouch!! My palms reach for my forehead massaging slowly. My head hurts, I murmured.I still can't recall her face, My memory felt like a dusty room I can't see into. I stood by the door, squinting, trying to make out the shape of her face, but it was just all blurry. I can remember the feeling of it smooth, maybe a little soft but the features, the curve of her lips, the color of her eyes, they're all gone. I close my eyes and try to force it, but

CATRINA'S POV I felt his hand hallowing over me, his fist was firm on my body.I curled myself into his body, his chest felt wider and thicker.He gripped my waist, his touch was so soft and gentle. He was so all over me.He leaned closer, his tongue swept through my neck down to my thigh, he gripped my breast, firmly squeezing it. He stood erect, he was so tall and broad but his face was hiding under the darkness.I quickly fell on my knees, and unzipped his trousers and boxers with a little tug. I pulled them down and his cock sprang free.My eyes widened. This was ten times what I took in, how come it grew bigger in such a short period, I wondered.I could feel my womanhood juice begin to flow more freely.His fingers ran through my hair, messaging gently.His chest rose and fell rapidly.I stroked his dick and circled my fingers slowly on it.I slowly filled my mouth on it, his dick increased in my mouth before finally deep throating it.His hands reached my shoulders, holding

Catrina's Pov I slept like a child for the first time in years. No nightmares, no sirens in my chest. It was the kind of sleep that tricks you into thinking maybe, just maybe, the world has stopped trying to kill you. I dreamt of places that only exist in cartoons, blue skies, soft and genuine laughter, safety too impossible to be real.Morning.A sharp, urgent knock cracked the silence. My whole body jolted upright like it was under an attack.My hand fumbled for my phone, glowed in harsh white light. 5:48 a.m.“Who knocks at this hour?” I whispered to the quiet room, my heart hammering against my ribs.I swung my feet onto the cold floor, searching blindly for my slippers.“Catrina.”The voice on the other side of the door froze the air in my lungs.Hulk!!I grabbed my gown and pulled it over me, my fingers went clumsy, then it reached for the knob and yanked the door open.Hulk stood there, his face pale, his jaw tightened. His eyes were dark, filled with irritation.“So this is

CATRINA’S POVMy body felt like it was in pieces. Every muscle screamed, my ribs ached when I breathed, my lips throbbed where they’d been split, and my cheeks still burned from the slap of his hand. But it wasn’t just my body, my spirit felt shredded, like Vincenzo’s violence had ripped something off inside me.I curled into myself on the bed, pressing my face into the pillow to muffle the sobs clawing out of my throat. I didn’t want anyone to hear me break, not even the walls.But my thoughts shifted.They dragged me back to Bethany.Bethany, with her tiny hands and her soft laugh. My sweet girl who always found every second to crawl into my arms, who would brush her little fingers over my skin like I was the safest place in her world.A crushing weight pressed against my chest. What if she’s lying in that hospital bed, fragile and alone, waiting for me? What if the authorities had already taken her, labeling me unfit, accusing me of neglect while I rotted in this gilded cage? What

Julian POV.My fist hit the couch so hard the cushion sighed. “How could she use me like that? Did she think I’d let her get away with this?” The questions ricocheted around my skull, loud and stupid.Antonio cleared his throat. “Something’s off. Can I see?”I shoved the phone at him. The room filled with a sound that made my stomach clench, muffled moans bleeding through the tiny speaker. Heat crawled up my neck. My palms went slick.“You could skip that part, you know,” I muttered. Pretending didn’t hurt as much.Antonio didn’t look up. He watched the screen like a man reading a crime scene. “Eiii, calm. I need the details.” He fumbled for his laptop and tapped, zooming the footage. “Pause. There — there, look.”He pointed with an accusing fingertip. The video stuttered, then cleared: a woman wobbling, dragged toward a hotel door by a man who moved like he owned the room. “Look she’s tipsy,” Antonio said. “And that man, seems so familiar. Yes that’s Hulk. Vincenzo’s assistant.”My