Lahat ng Kabanata ng Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Yvonne,“Veronica, come to my room now!”Taylor’s voice sliced through the low hum of the office. I lifted my head from the computer just as he knocked once on the glass wall, already turning away before I could respond.My eyes narrowed as I scanned the office. Conversations dipped. Chairs shifted. People avoided my gaze instinctively, maintaining a careful distance. The fact that I hadn’t caused trouble lately seemed to make them less wary, and that, at least, helped me stay focused. Or steady. I wasn’t sure which.I stood and walked toward his room, fully aware of the way eyes followed me. Their judgment pressed against my back, heavy and insistent, like unseen hands. I straightened my spine and kept my pace even, refusing to let my shoulders tense.The moment I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, my attention shifted.To the couch.Mrs Blackwell was sitting there.She sat perfectly upright, legs crossed neatly, hands folded in her lap. Her face revealed nothing. No irrit

Yvonne,“Don’t… don’t!” I hurried toward Dante as he tried to dice the carrot, my voice coming out sharper than intended. “Please… don’t hold the knife that way. If you press directly, you’ll cut your finger.”“I see,” he muttered, pausing immediately and letting me step closer to show him how to hold the knife properly.“Hehe. Papa can’t cut carrot,” Aurora giggled.“I can!” He lifted his chin, putting on a proud face before gripping the knife again. But once more, his fingers tightened around it, firm but still incorrect.“Please don’t press it with full force,” I said softly, instinctively reaching for him. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, adjusting the angle, then gently placed the carrot in position. “Like this. A sharp knife will work on its own. You just need to know how much pressure to use.”Without realizing it, I kept holding his hand as we diced the carrot together, the blade moving steadily under our joined grip. Dante didn’t pull away. He stayed still, nodding slig

Yvonne,The tension thickened the moment his fingers lingered on my skin, staying a second too long. There was a faint tremor in them, hesitant, restrained, yet undeniably charged with something we both sensed and refused to name. My breath hitched, shallow and uneven, as if my lungs had forgotten their rhythm.Our breaths collided, warm and unsteady, mingling in the narrow space between us. We both knew, painfully so, that whatever was unfolding right now would not end well. Still, neither of us stepped back.My chest felt heavy, rising and falling too fast, too loud. His gaze never lifted from my lips, as though the rest of my face had blurred into nothing. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, my fingers curling instinctively against the edge of the pool.The scent of wine lingered between us, sharp and intoxicating, like evidence of a crime neither of us could deny. He hated me, or at least he was supposed to. Yet in this suffocating tension, the meaning of hatred thinned, faded, b

Yvonne,"Boss. You called me?" Manager Alex walked in with a huge grin on his face. His polished shoes clicked confidently against the marble floor. The moment his gaze met Sabrina, his smugness deepened, the corner of his lips lifting as if he already owned the room. Sabrina immediately looked away, her lashes fluttering down as her nails dug into the leather cover of the thick folder she was holding. The faint creak of the folder echoed in the tense silence.Taylor, however, didn’t waste another second. He slammed the folder onto the table, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot, and roared, “Explain this!”Alex flinched. His smile vanished instantly, color draining from his face as a flash of terror crossed his eyes. His jaw tightened, and he swallowed hard before glancing at Sabrina, who stubbornly avoided his gaze, and then at the folder as if it might bite him.With a visibly shaky hand, he reached for the folder. His fingers trembled as they brushed against the cove

Yvonne,In the middle of nowhere, Dante suddenly took a U-turn and started driving in the opposite direction.“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening as my fingers tightened around the seatbelt.Dante glanced at me, then at Aurora through the rearview mirror. His jaw was set, expression firm. “We’re changing the destination. I found one of the best ones and booked it fully for the day.”I stared at him, my brows knitting together, my chest tightening in confusion. “What did you just say?”He looked at me with narrowed eyes, clearly prepared to defend himself. “I booked a—!”“No!” I cut in sharply, my voice rising before I could stop it. “No. You didn’t!”He hit the brake abruptly and turned toward me, disbelief flashing across his face. “What? You want Aurora standing there for hours just to play?”I stared at him, incredulous, my lips parting slightly. “Have you ever visited an amusement park?”He didn’t reply. His silence was answer enough.I exhaled slowly, forcing myself t