บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Nun (The Van Dyke Sisters 4): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chastity Van Dyke had a secret. A big one. At the age of nineteen, she had converted to Catholicism. If she had belonged to any other elite family in New York, it would have been fine. But she was a Van Dyke, old money and older traditions; so old her ancestors had arrived to America on the Mayflower.For generations, the Van Dykes had been Lutheran and it was still that way to this day. Her mother’s family, the Wilchers, had been Lutheran since Martin Luther started the faith.Chastity knew her family would be shocked, possibly disgusted, and angry once she revealed her secret. But she was tired of hiding it. Plus, she has made a decision that she could not hide any longer in regards of her faith. Almost every Sunday, the Van Dykes had family dinner. The dress code was semi-formal. One of Chastity’s older sisters, Caitlin, had been in New York last week with her husband, Alexander, and their one-month-old, newborn son, Gabriel. Since they married, they have bo

Chastity had gotten Ernest to leave the garden party early. She was having a pleasant time there but she had wanted to get the night over with. She had rented a suite at the Waldorf Astoria. Ernest had been so surprised and excited, he had started to take his clothes off right in the entry way. Normally, that would have appalled her. It was so uncouth. But she really did want to get this over with. So, she had said nothing and followed him to the bedroom. Ernest was in such a rush to get to it that he helped her undress, well, in actuality rushed her to get undressed. Chastity pulled the covers down on the bed as Ernest rocked against her bare backside like a horny dog who couldn’t wait two minutes. She climbed in the bed. As soon as she turned over on her back, he was mounting her. Then again, he was never much on foreplay which always been fine with her. She liked getting to it and getting it over with. She spread her legs

Julian was in a small pickle. He had to entertain potential Italian clients and their wives in twenty-four hours and he had no date. He would be a third wheel. He couldn’t risk being the third man out or awkward. The Italian clients could bring over three hundred million dollars of business to Beaumont & Blanchett Industries. The last thing he wanted was to offend them. Constance Van Dyke was supposed to be his companion tomorrow night, but she had to bail out on him due to her testing positive for COVID yesterday. Her symptoms were mild but she was still contagious. Julian had originally asked Ava Bartholomew since they got along so well on their two dinner dates last week. But she couldn’t accompany him because she had gone to Seattle to visit one of her sisters. Caitlin couldn’t do it because she was in Orlando with Alexander. Julian really didn’t have a list of women at his beck and call like other billionaire playboys. He was stuck. He had hal

“The play was gloriously romantic, yet tragic,” Marie, Stefano’s wife, commented in the limo. “Don’t you agree, senorita?” Chastity nodded. “Yes. It was . . . moving.” “Of course, it was a play women would enjoy,” Luca said in a thick Italian accent. “As a man, I thought it ended stupidly. I admire the girl’s devotion to the church but what man would kill himself over losing a woman? He was young. He could have found another to love.” “I have to agree,” Carlo said. “You men have no sense of romance. No sense of real amor, real romance,” Alessia, Carlo’s wife, said with passion. “We do. We’re just not going to kill ourselves over it. Besides, suicide is a mortal sin,” Luca stated. They continued to chat about the play until they got to their next destination. The Vibrant Vibe Lounge. It was a laid back place with a laid back cliental. The music that usually played was retro. Julian thought the Italians

It was a little after five in the evening, people were starting to leave the Van Dykes’. Chastity had acted like Julian had the plague for the rest of the day. It actually pained him. Yes, he felt bad about what had happened, but he didn’t think he would feel this dejected over Chastity rejecting his presence. “Cheer up,” Alexander said as he and their father were walking him out. “I’m sure she just needs time to get over it. That’s all.” “Who said I was upset?” Julian said. “That sour look on your face,” Hector, their father, said. “I feel terrible. It seemed like she was having a decent time before . . . Alexander made me hit her with the pie.” “Oooh, now, don’t blame your brother for being faster than you,” his father said with a little smile. They walked out the front door. There were several guests who were standing out front with their noses scrunched up. The stench in the air immedia