Todos los capítulos de An Assassin For The Billionairess: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Had it started? That couldn’t have been my punishment out there, could it?I smoothed my dress, forcing my composure back into place as people approached me to congratulate, compliment or request for photos.We said nothing to each other as we sat right in front of the runway. The runway lights dimmed.The first model stepped out, her lace catching the light the way I’d imagined months ago at three in the morning. The cut was perfect. The fall was flawless.It was exactly how I had envisioned it months ago. And yet, my attention kept drifting.This was supposed to be my moment.I forced myself to focus on the runway, on the applause, on the validation I’d chased for years. On the fact that this room existed because of me.Kenneth leaned in beside me, his hand settling on the exposed curve of my back. I swallowed and followed the pressure, angling toward him without thinking.“You designed all of this?” he asked quietly.I nodded. “Every piece.”“I thought you only designed AI and pr

"Ken—" I whispered, using the short form of his name in my panic Before he could reach me, the sound of footsteps approached. A man—a tech investor I’d met a few times—rounded the corner. Kenneth pulled his hand back instantly, his expression shifting to a mask of polite boredom."I'll go get us some drinks, Feisty," he said, giving me one last, lingering look before walking past the investor.The man, a shark named Marcus, smiled at me. "Raina! I heard the news. You and the mystery man are official? It’s a shame. I always thought you were holding out for someone... more established."I was barely listening. My skin was still buzzing from Kenneth’s touch "I know you never really date," Marcus continued, stepping closer than was necessary. "But now that you're 'open for business,' maybe you should give someone else a try? Someone who knows how to handle a woman of your... stature. I'm pretty sure I could do a lot better than that bodyguard-type you're with."Open for business? I fel

Every nerve hummed. Every thought was too loud. I kicked off my heels by the door and stood there for a second longer than necessary, breathing like I’d just run a mile.This was ridiculous.Not only could I feel my wetness coating my thighs and threatening to run down my legs, I could smell how wet I was. Seems like my pheromones were working overtime, making me a mess. A hot, wet, destabilized mess.I walked over to the bed and just fell on my sheets.My body was tingling, screaming for a touch that wasn't coming. I rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in a pillow to stifle a groan, but the friction of the bedding against my thighs only made the throbbing between them more violent.“I should have just begged”, the traitorous voice in my head whispered.One word. One syllable. “Please.” If I had just said it, those large, calloused hands would be on me right now. That mouth would be all over me, taking care of my throbbing clitFuckI sat up abruptly. No. I couldn't beg.If I let

I didn’t slow down onceMy tires screamed against the asphalt as I took the corner on two wheels, the scent of burning rubber filling the cabin of the high-end SUV. I was driving like a man possessed, weaving through the stagnant New York traffic like it was a training course instead of a populated road, the speed limits looking like suggestions to meRachel’s texts kept flashing on my screen. Then came her repeated calls which I ignored, my mind only replaying one thing–the sound of Raina’s voice breaking over the phone. Not loud. Not hysterical. Just… fractured. Like something inside her had cracked and she was trying to hold it together out of sheer will.Rachel eventually stopped calling and left a voicemail insteadI can't believe you left me for that... You’re pathetic, you know that? You’re fucking glitching. You left me for a mission? She’s a target, you idiot.Good, I thought, jerking the wheel to avoid a taxi by mere millimeters. At least Rachel knew better than to call Rai

The gala organized by our parents on behalf of "the happy couple," felt suffocating. it was a pre-wedding celebration for Shawn and Kate. I stood at the edge of the ballroom, clutching a glass of champagne so I wouldn’t lose my mind. Beside me, Kenneth looked... infuriating. Every time I thought he couldn't look better, he proved me wrong. He was in a bespoke black tuxedo that hugged his broad shoulders and narrowed at his waist, his hair groomed to perfection, his brown highlights standing out. He looked like royalty. He looked lethal.He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Stop looking at me like that, Feisty.""Like what?" I breathed, my voice trembling.He leaned in, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. "Like you want to make me forget there are five hundred people in this room."Before I could process the heat in his words, the speakers crackled. Kate was on the stage, radiant in a cream silk dress, holding the microphone like it was a scepter. Shawn stood beside her