The Return Of The Betrayed Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

FAVINO FAMILY DINNER ~ NEW YORK Then she turned, walking towards Alejandro. Guests lingered nearby, their conversations drifting like background music, but Amelia moved as if no one else existed.Her gaze was polite, controlled but icy beneath the surface. She stopped just behind him, brushing past so closely that the hint of her perfume reached him. Without warning, she leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek.A whisper followed, soft and deliberate, brushing against his ear: “Let’s meet in the penthouse.”Alejandro stiffened, the words sending a shiver down his spine. Guests continued to chatter around them, oblivious, while the tension between the two of them crackled like static.He didn’t respond immediately. He simply stood frozen, the warmth of her kiss still lingering on his skin, her words echoing in his mind. Around them, guests laughed and clinked glasses, completely unaware of the storm brewing in the corner of the room.Amelia gave him a brief, measured glance ov

ALEJANDRO PENTHOUSE~ SPAINHis words were meant to wound, and they did. They found the chink in her armor, the secret fear she voiced only to Ariana. That in building her fortress, she had trapped herself.She looked away, out the window at the party lights twinkling below. “I feel plenty,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I feel furious. I feel betrayed. I feel… tired.”He was in front of her then, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, forcing her to meet his eyes. His touch was startlingly gentle. “What else do you feel, Amelia?”His eyes were intense, searching, stripping away every layer she tried to hide behind. In that moment, he didn’t look like the ruthless heir or the stubborn husband. He looked like the man who had studied her across rooms for years. The man who had proposed merging empires with a heat in his eyes he couldn’t hide.Her breath caught. The truth dangerous and damning rose to her lips. She swallowed it back.“I don’t feel anything,” she said slowly. “We ha

ALEJANDRO STUDY ROOM~ SpainHe closed the last inch between them in one rough step. His hands cupped her face hard, urgent and he kissed her.It wasn’t gentle. It was eight years of grief, anger, longing, and unspoken need exploding at once. His mouth claimed hers like he was starving. Amelia froze for half a heartbeat then she kissed him back with equal ferocity. Her fingers twisted in his shirt, yanking him closer until there was no space left.He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them. One hand slid into her hair, angling her head so he could take the kiss deeper. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed lips, breaths came hot and fast.Amelia broke away just long enough to gasp, “You bastard. You absolute bastard.”“I know,” he rasped against her throat, lips trailing fire down the column of her neck. “I know.”She shoved at his jacket. It hit the floor. Her hands yanked his shirt open buttons popping, scattering across the rug. She raked her nails down his ches

COURTYARD DINNER PARTY ~ SpainThe courtyard glowed under the evening sky, lanterns casting warm light over a long oak table piled high with paella, jamón ibérico, and chilled albariño. Glasses clinked, laughter bubbled, but behind the smiles, the guests were predators old money from Madrid and Barcelona, whispering about the Favino scandals, eyes flicking toward the arched doorway.Doña Isabella led the way, her silk shawl draped like a queen’s cape, cane tapping a rhythm that made conversations hush. Alejandro and Amelia followed, arm in arm, walking in perfect step. Amelia’s dress, now neatly buttoned, clung just a bit too tightly from earlier chaos but she held her chin high, her smile sharp, unshakable.Heads turned as they entered. Gabriella Guerra, in a bold red gown, was chatting by the fountain. Her laughter froze when she spotted them. Her eyes darted to Amelia’s hand on Alejandro’s arm, then to Doña Isabella’s approving nod.“Abuela!” Cousin Estrella called, raising a gl

“Touch me. Fuck me. Anything.”He pumped his fingers slowly, thumb brushing her clit on every stroke. “I’m going to do all of it.”His mouth found her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks as his fingers worked her steadily. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging through his coat. Wet sounds filled the car, obscene and perfect. When he added a third finger, stretching her, she moaned loud enough that she was glad the windows were tinted.“Nicholas… I need more.”He withdrew his hand making her whine at the loss and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while she watched, pulse hammering. “You taste so fucking good.”Then he was moving, shrugging off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest. Katherine reached for his belt, hands shaking with urgency. She freed him quickly belt, button, zipper and wrapped her hand around his cock. He was thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. She stroked him once, twice, thumb spread