Todos los capítulos de A Bodyguard For The Misogynist : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I was seated in the lounge, holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold in my hands.The lounge was quiet, too quiet for a place inside a powerful company where people were always moving, always whispering, always rushing. I sat with my legs crossed, my back straight, doing exactly what I had been trained to do. Observe. Stay alert. Be present.Yet my mind was nowhere near the company.It was with Jasmine.I had barely taken two sips of the coffee when my phone rang.The moment I saw my sister’s name on the screen, my heart dropped.Janet.Fear crawled up my spine so fast I felt dizzy. Janet never called during the day unless something was wrong. She knew how strict my job was. She knew I could not pick calls casually.My fingers trembled as I answered.“Hey, sister,” I said quickly, trying to sound calm.Her breathing was uneven on the other end.“Anna,” she said, her voice shaking. “You have to rush back.”The words hit me like a slap.I sprang up from my seat so fast the cof

I sat at the long dining table, the polished surface reflecting the soft golden light from the chandelier above. The table was filled with food, more than enough for three people, prepared with the usual precision the kitchen staff never failed to deliver. Yet, I barely tasted anything on my plate.Cecilia was talking.She always talked when she was excited.“I still cannot believe how much the city has changed,” she said, smiling as she lifted her glass. “Studying abroad really opened my eyes. Everything feels so slow there compared to here.”Caleb laughed, leaning back in his chair. “That is because you were born into chaos. Anywhere else would feel slow to you.”She chuckled softly, her hand brushing his arm casually. “Maybe. But I missed this place. I missed both of you.”She turned to me then, her smile warm, familiar. It was the kind of smile people expected me to return easily. The kind that came with shared childhood memories, late nights, laughter, and years of knowing each o

I barely registered the moment my feet left the pool floor.One second, cold water clung to my skin, the night air heavy with tension and unsaid words. The next, I felt his arms wrap around me, firm and sure, lifting me as though I weighed nothing at all.“Zane,” I gasped, instinctively clutching his shoulders. “What are you doing?”He did not answer immediately.Water dripped from both of us, trailing down his arms, soaking into his shirt as he stepped out of the pool with long, steady strides. The lights reflected off the wet stone, everything shimmering, unreal. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.“Put me down,” I whispered, though my voice lacked the strength my words demanded.Instead of responding, he tightened his hold slightly, his grip secure but not rough. I could feel the solid strength of him beneath my palms, the heat of his body contrasting sharply with the chill of the night and the water clinging to my clothes.“You are shaking,” he said quietl

The first thing I noticed was the sound.It was faint, almost fragile, but it was there.A soft breath.I had learned to recognize it over the years. The rhythm of it told me everything before my eyes even opened fully. Too shallow meant fear. Too uneven meant pain. But this time, it was steady. Calm. Soft like a sleeping kitten.My heart skipped.I leaned closer to the hospital bed, my fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket as if I was afraid she might disappear if I blinked too hard.Jasmine’s lashes fluttered.Just once.Then again.“Mama?”Her voice was small. Weak. But awake.I felt my knees give way as relief crashed through me so violently that I had to sit down on the chair beside her bed before I collapsed. My hands trembled as I reached for her fingers, warm and tiny inside mine.“Yes,” I whispered. “Mama is here.”Her eyes opened slowly, dark and glossy like polished stones. For a moment, confusion crossed her face. Then recognition bloomed. Her lips curved into

I had given the orders earlier in the day.Quietly. Precisely. The way I always did everything.I told the head maid to move her belongings. Every single thing. Her clothes, her toiletries, the small items she kept arranged with military neatness. I told her where to place them. Inside my room. Inside my space.I watched the maid’s eyes widen when she understood what I meant. I watched her hesitate. I watched the silent shock ripple across the faces of the staff nearby. They were not used to this. They were used to rules. Distance. Control. They were used to me keeping women far away from my private life.I smiled.It was not a warm smile. It was not kind. It was deliberate.The maid bowed stiffly and obeyed.Caleb came by not long after, his curiosity written plainly on his face. He asked questions. Too many questions. I ignored him. Let him talk. Let him speculate. For once, I did not care what he thought. Whatever this was between Anna and me, it was not something I intended to exp