Rise Of The Forgotten Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Eunia“As ready as I'll ever be,” I respond smoothly, resisting the widest grin I could ever conjure.Cole pulls up the photos that we took yesterday—the ones that look real and undeniable.He selects the shots where we're sitting close, his arm around me, both of us smiling like the happiest couple on Earth."Should we add in a caption?" I inquire and he chuckles.“The human imagination is a wonderful thing, Eunia. The more suspense we leave, the wilder their assumptions get. Gotta keep them guessing.”With an exaggerated flourish, he uploads the photo with no caption and hits post. I watch over his shoulder as it appears instantly on his feed. I pull out my own phone and do the same. It's a different photo but it's still us looking all magical and simply in love with each other. I add a single kiss emoji to mine.If we're going to go out, we might as well go out with a bang."And now," Cole sighs, setting his phone down, "we wait."We don't have to wait long.Within literal seconds

EuniaCole and I spend the next two days preparing to leave Manhattan for San Francisco, and somehow, it all passes in a blur.One moment I’m waking up in bed, still half-asleep; the next my room is invaded by Pauline and five other housekeepers, their arms full of designer clothes. Dresses, heels, coats—all still wrapped in plastic and boxes. Even a variety of suitcases is wheeled in for me to choose from.My eyes widened at the sheer amount. “Mr. MayRidge wants you to look your very best for the wedding,” Pauline says with a warm smile, already organizing the chaos like this is an everyday occurrence.The clothes quickly fill the entire walk-in closet. One of the suitcases is packed for me with pre-chosen items and everything I might need before I can even process what’s happening.A stylist—bright, bubbly, and looking like she runs purely on sunshine and caffeine—takes my measurements, chatting excitedly the entire time. Later that evening, Cole stops by, calm and composed as alw

EuniaI can't breathe.My hands won't stop shaking, and I've been staring at my reflection in the full length mirror for the past five minutes, trying to soothe my frantic nerves.The dress is stunning—a simple, elegant design in ivory silk that hugs my waist before flowing to the floor in soft waves. My hair falls graciously in loose curls over one shoulder, my makeup is done naturally with a dewy glow to it, emphasizing my lips and eyes without overdoing it.I look like a bride.An actual bride.And that's what's making my heart race with something dangerously close to panic. I let out a shaky breath. Who am I kidding? I'm totally panicking. While Cole is probably not scared or a bit hesitant about any of this.“Honey, you need to breathe,” Maddie, my stylist chimes, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. Although she took my measurements in a rush back in Manhattan, she's been a godsend for the past two hours—chattering about her own wedding, her husband, and the most beautiful cere

ColeAfter a moment of silence, Eunia pours herself another glass, the amount larger this time. “I’m… sorry to hear that. Must have been… awful. But it's so hard to imagine you being captivated by someone.”“Eunia, you should stop.” I advise, putting the wine bottle out of her reach. “The wine contains a decent amount of alcohol and with how you're already slurring, I can tell you don't hold your alcohol very well. I think it's time we call it a—”“Do you think our relationship will end just as badly?”Her words catch me off guard and laughter pushes forward before I can stop it. “It's not really a relationship.”“Everyone else thinks so.”It's true that we entered a contract agreement for mutual benefit, but that's all there is. Just for two purposes; to get her out of her forced engagement and to give me the upper hand. “Yeah, that's because we want them to. That's the entire point of this. How else are we going to convince anyone otherwise?”She hiccups, barely conscious at this p

ColeFaster now, my grip tightening as the fantasy deepens: I imagine pinning her down on the couch, her legs splayed wide, that soaked pussy exposed and begging. I'd tear her panties off, bury my face between her thighs, tongue lashing her swollen clit while she bucks and moans, her juices flooding my mouth—sweet, musky, addictive. My strokes quicken, hand twisting on the upstroke, the pleasure coiling tight in my gut as I envision sliding two fingers into her tight heat, curling them to hit that spot that makes her arch and cry out, her walls fluttering around me like a vice.“Fuck, Eunia,” I mutter through gritted teeth, hips jerking into my fist, the water pounding my shoulders as I thrust through the soapy lather. In my mind, she's on her knees now, those full lips wrapping around my cock, sucking me deep with wet, slurping pulls—her tongue swirling the underside, eyes locked on mine as she hollows her cheeks and takes me to the back of her throat. The sensation in my hand mimics