Todos os capítulos de The billionaire’s bidding war : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 36

The first light of dawn broke over the horizon, painting the coastal sky in soft, luminous bands of gold, violet, and soft pink.I stood by the tall glass doors of our bedroom balcony, holding a warm cup of coffee, watching the ocean tide roll gently onto the smooth sand below. The air was crisp, cool, and filled with the clean, salt-tinged breeze that always swept in off the water right before sunrise.Behind me, the sheets rustled as Ashton pulled himself up from the bed.He didn't speak right away. He simply walked over to where I stood, his footsteps quiet on the dark hardwood floor, and wrapped his arms securely around my waist from behind. He rested his chin lightly on top of my head, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm that instantly brought a deep, familiar warmth to my heart."You're standing out here in the cold," Ashton murmured softly, his voice low and rich with sleep."I just wanted to watch the sun come up," I replied, leaning my head back against his

The warm afternoon light filtered through the wooden pergola down on the lower terrace, casting patterned shadows across the stone floor.A light breeze blew off the ocean, rustling the leaves of the olive trees that lined the edge of the property. I sat on the cushioned outdoor couch, watching Sophia sit on a soft woven mat near the grass, carefully arranging a set of colorful wooden blocks into tall, precariously balanced towers.My father sat in an armchair nearby, sipping iced tea while watching her with an amused, quiet smile."She has her father's focus," my father noted softly, setting his glass down on the table. "Look at her. She won't stop until that tower reaches the top of the table."I smiled, setting my tablet aside on the sofa cushion. "She's determined, that's for sure. Once she gets an idea in her head, there's no convincing her otherwise.""I wonder where she inherited that from," my father teased gently, offering me a warm, knowing look."From both of us, I suppose,

The warm golden glow of late afternoon spilled across the quiet study of our coastal home, casting long, peaceful shadows over the polished hardwood floors.I sat at the wide wooden desk, reviewing the final set of documents for the regional youth scholarship initiative. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, the Pacific Ocean stretched out like a vast sheet of blue silk, its gentle waves rolling rhythmically against the sandy shore below. The tranquil atmosphere of the estate had become a permanent backdrop to our lives, a constant reminder of the peaceful sanctuary we had built together.A soft knock at the open door drew my attention, and my father stepped into the room holding a small cup of tea."You are still reviewing those files, Mariah?" he asked with a gentle smile, setting the teacup on the corner of the desk."Just finishing the last allocation framework for the autumn term," I replied, leaning back in my chair and offering him a warm look. "We want to make sure the fun