Lahat ng Kabanata ng WHITE CLOVER : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Clover's POVIf falling in love was a crime, then I was undeniably guilty, guilty of falling hopelessly for my boss, a man already engaged to another. I had always believed I wasn't the type to lose myself to someone like him: cold, untouchable, and dangerously magnetic. But ever since I began working as a maid in the sprawling Hanson mansion, I had found myself spiraling deeper into this forbidden obsession.As I sat on the edge of his massive king-sized bed, I clutched his pillow tightly to my chest, burying my face in it and inhaling deeply. His scent, rich, masculine, with hints of expensive cologne and something darker, flooded my senses, sending a forbidden thrill through my body. A shy, secret smile curved my lips as I lost myself in the intoxicating aroma, imagining it was him I was holding.Click*"What are you doing in here?"Terror gripped me like icy fingers. I flung the pillow away in panic and scrambled to my feet, spinning around to face my boss, Calhoun Hanson.He

Clover's POV"Why? You don't like it?" he asked, his voice laced with dark excitement, a gleam flickering in his eyes as he watched my reaction.I heaved a shaky sigh, pushing myself up weakly to sit against the headboard, my head spinning from the overwhelming intensity. I gazed at him tenderly, drinking in the sight of this stunning, dangerous man who had just unraveled me completely."You'll have to take it easy on me, Mr. Hanson," I murmured softly, my voice still husky from earlier moans. My eyes widened as I watched him loosen his tie with deliberate slowness, then shrug off his dress shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. When he finally unzipped his pants and freed himself, my jaw dropped in genuine shock.No... I don't think I can continue like this.His ..... was intimidating, thick, long, and throbbing, comparable to the size of a large cucumber, veins pulsing along its length. A wave of fear mingled with forbidden anticipation twisted in my gut.I cleared my

Clover's POV"Mr. Quinn," Patricia said sharply, her eyes darting past me to Simon, who stood protectively behind me, silently hinting for him to leave us alone."Mr. Quinn, might I speak to my sister... a l o n e?" she emphasized each letter with deliberate venom, her gaze fixed on his unmoving feet, still rooted firmly to the ground as if challenging her authority.I caught Simon's eye and shared a meaningful glance, offering him a subtle nod to assure him I'd be okay. Reluctantly, he turned and disappeared down the corridor, leaving me alone with her.Once he was out of sight, Patricia began circling me slowly, like a predator assessing its prey, her sharp eyes raking over me from head to toe with undisguised contempt."These hickeys still look so fresh," she sneered, finally stopping in front of me, a smug, triumphant smile curling her lips. "Whose bed did you warm last night, huh? Tell me, little sister, who's been marking you up like their personal whore?""I'll let you enterta

Standing before Simon, the butler, I was speechless, all I did was stare, blankly. He said we were acting out a scene... Simon...why? I knew nothing about acting or even kissing now I'm to do both in front of the family, my stage fright was kicking in. Simon was like a big brother to me and I always saw him as one. He was kind, understanding and gentle, something I never saw in my step brother, Williams, who was as cold as the night.He thought me a lot of stuffs since I've been here.Gave a lot of guidance and advises so my naive heart won't lead me astray in this mansion. Following his footsteps, I learnt a lot about the Hanson's, And eventually I became wary. But somehow I still fell helplessly for the man who gave me nightmares by night and butterflies by day. Nightmares that had me springing up from bed, clutching my neck as I panted. If he wasn't choking my neck, he was doing much worse. Why? They say when you have a have a crush on someone, you have wet dream

My eyes widened in shock, and I immediately turned away to hide my surprise.All of a sudden, she cackled, the sound of her laugh echoing inside the vehicle, making the driver stare at us meaningfully through the rearview mirror."What are you talking about?" I asked, my heart racing as I anticipated what she would say."Don't act like a dumb dumb," she mumbled, covering her mouth as she chuckled."I'm not acting like a dumb dumb!" I belted, my jaw clenching.I was getting nervous at this point."You think I don't notice the way you always look at him?" she uttered with contempt."Patricia, what are you talking about?" I glared at her, already panicking.If she decided to kill me in an accident, the only person I'm certain would worry is my mother."Again, don't be dumb. You know who," she riddled again.Was she playing mind games with me?Because it was obvious.Even though I was still anxious."Let me ask you: when? When the fuck did you start sleeping with my fiancé?" she barked, s