Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Yvonne,I couldn’t stop grinning as I walked to the car, holding my favorite pie and cookies. Mrs Hudson would always give me some whenever I used to come here for business purposes and other events. The memory alone made my steps lighter.Now, the scent of freshly baked pie and cookies made my mouth water. The warmth seeped through the container, teasing my senses. However, when I reached for the door handle, my fingers paused mid-air as realization struck me—I couldn’t eat if I drove.A slow smirk curved my lips when I noticed Dante heading toward the passenger door, his stride steady and confident.“Mr Blackwell. How about you driving the car this time?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, a sweet smile plastered on my face.His hand froze on the door handle. He turned to look at me sharply, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “Didn’t you say you don’t let anyone drive your car?” His brow lifted with suspicion, the corner of his jaw tightening.I forced myself into a wider grin, tho

Dante,She was there, gently shaking her glass, the amber liquid catching the warm chandelier light as if nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. Her posture was relaxed, one hip leaned lightly against the high table, lips curved into a polite smile as she listened to the people around her. Oblivious. Completely unaware of the danger curling so close to her fingers.I walked out of my conversation mid-sentence, a knot forming in my chest. I knew her well enough to recognize that look, the one that meant trouble would follow her whether she wanted it or not. I moved faster, weaving through the crowd, already preparing myself for whatever chaos she was about to ignite.But before I could reach her, she lifted the glass again.She took another sip.The change was immediate.Her lips smacked together once, then again, slower this time. The faint smile on her face faltered, slipping into something uncertain. Her brows knitted tightly as she stared down at the glass, as if it had sudd

Dante,I couldn’t help but keep her at arm’s length. Her hands kept drifting toward my thighs, fingers clumsy and insistent, as if her body was moving on impulse while her mind lagged behind. The effect of the drugs was obvious. Too obvious. Her breathing was uneven, pupils blown wide, lips parting and closing as though she was fighting urges she couldn’t fully suppress.The moment we reached the house, I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out, the cool night air doing little to ease the tension coiled tight in my shoulders. I opened her door and leaned in to unbuckle her seatbelt.She smirked, slow and lazy, her finger reaching for my shirt and brushing against my chest.“You finally caved in,” she murmured. “Did you fall for my beauty?”She leaned closer just as the buckle clicked free.I froze when she pressed her lips against my cheek. It wasn’t a fleeting touch. She lingered, breath warm against my skin, the contact deliberate enou

Yvonne,I stared at him in disbelief, shock rippling through me. He had been so vocal about his hatred toward me that him asking me to move out with him felt like a distorted dream, something impossible. I rose from the bathtub, the ice biting into my skin hard enough to make me gasp. The wet fabric clung to my body, the dress kissing my curves beneath my summer dress, but I barely noticed.My attention was entirely on him.“Is it a joke?” I finally spoke, my body trembling from the cold and the lingering influence of the drug. My teeth lightly knocked as I continued, “Are you trying to divert the conversation somewhere else?” My voice sharpened despite the weakness, accusing him of changing the subject because it involved his beloved Pearl.He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. His stillness felt deliberate, as if he had already made up his mind long before saying the words.“Please, make me understand your thoughts,” I said, my brows knitting together. “Just earlier you were so vocal

Yvonne,The night deepened with the smell of pizza and ice cream on the rooftop of the Blackwell Mansion. The air carried a faint sweetness from the nearby greenhouse, mixing with melted cheese and summer heat that still clung to the stone tiles. The view was absolutely breathtaking, the city stretched below us in a soft blur of lights, and it felt worthy of every second spent here, as if time itself had slowed just for this night.I spread the blanket over our legs, the fabric brushing softly against my skin. Aurora lay on the mattress, holding a tangerine loosely in her small hand as she slept soundly, her breathing shallow and even. Her head was buried in Dante’s lap, her lashes resting against flushed cheeks, a trace of juice dried at the corner of her mouth. Every now and then, her fingers twitched, as if she were chasing something in her dreams.Dante, in the meantime, stayed quiet since she fell asleep. His body was still, too still, as though he was afraid even breathing too d