Semua Bab you are mine only mine: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1: The Breaking PointThe ceramic plate slipped through my wet hands before I could catch it. The sound of it shattering against the marble floor echoed through the entire house like a gunshot.My heart stopped.I didn't even have time to look down at the pieces before the slap came. Hard. Fast. The force of it snapped my head to the side, and I tasted blood on my lip."You good-for-nothing woman!" Catherine's voice was a shriek that made my ears ring. "Do you know how much that cost? Twenty thousand dollars! Twenty thousand! But what would you know about money? You can't do anything right! All you do is sit at home like a lazy housewife, breaking things that don't belong to you!"My cheek burned. My eyes stung, but I kept them down, staring at the shattered pieces of the plate. Each fragment felt like a piece of myself."I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean—""Sorry?" Veriana, my sister-in-law, clicked her heels across the floor until she was right in front of me. I could

Chapter 3: The Albert FamilyI stood there in the rain, water running down my face, my clothes completely soaked through. The four black cars surrounded me like a cage. Their engines were still running, the headlights cutting through the gray storm.Then the doors opened.Three men stepped out.My breath caught in my throat.I knew these faces. Everyone knew these faces.The first man was tall, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that probably cost more than everything I had ever owned combined. His hair was dark and styled back, his jaw sharp, his eyes intense even from a distance. Alex Albert. The youngest billionaire CEO in the world. Twenty-eight years old and worth more money than some small countries. His face was on magazine covers every month.The second man was just as tall, but his style was different. More casual. A designer jacket over a fitted shirt, his hair a little longer, his smile the kind that made millions of women scream his name. Ryan Albert. Top actor. His movies

Chapter 5: Before The StormThe Albert estate had been taken over.I stood in the middle of the main hall and tried to make myself smaller.Racks of designer clothes lined every hallway. Seamstresses moved through the rooms like they owned them, pins between their teeth, measuring tapes around their necks. Two stylists were arguing in French near the staircase over fabric samples I couldn't name. Someone kept shouting about lighting in the east wing.I had woken up to all of this.Charles had knocked at seven, told me the designers had arrived, and left before I could ask a single question. Now I was standing here in yesterday's clothes watching strangers transform the house and I had no idea if I was supposed to be doing something. Picking something. Talking to someone.So I pressed myself against the wall and stayed out of the way.Maria was already in the thick of it. Moving between the racks like she'd been born doing this. Pulling pieces out, holding them up, dismissing them with

Strong hands caught her.Turned her.Palms pressed to her waist — firm, certain — and then her back met a hard chest and she felt the warmth of him before she saw his face.When she did, her breath stopped.Green eyes. Sharp as cut glass. Staring down at her like she was the only thing in the room worth looking at.Then he spoke — and whatever heat had been simmering beneath her skin ignited."If you would excuse me—" He said it to the crowd, not to her. Smooth. Unbothered. Like the whole room was simply furniture. "—I'd love to have a word with the Albert heiress."And then he took her away.The next thing she knew — her back was against the wall.Him in front of her.Close. So close the heat between them had nowhere to go but inward.Her hands moved on their own — finding his collar, gripping, holding on like the floor had shifted beneath her feet.Standing this close to him made everything worse. Made the heat intensify — spreading from her chest to her throat to the tips of her fi

Here's Chapter 8:Chapter 8: What Is OwedThe morning light did nothing to make the Albert estate feel safer.I was on my second cup of tea in the small sitting room off the kitchen — the one nobody used, the one I had found by accident two days ago — when Charles appeared in the doorway.His face was carefully neutral.That was how I knew something was wrong."Miss Rose." A slight pause. "There is a guest in the main hall.""Who?"Another pause. Smaller. But I caught it."Mr. Damien Rodriguez."The teacup stopped halfway to my mouth.The sitting room suddenly felt very small. The air in it felt very thin. I set the cup down slowly because my hands had stopped being reliable and I did not want to drop it."He arrived twenty minutes ago," Charles continued. "Mr. Alex has been informed. The family is gathering."I didn't move.He's here.Last night came back in pieces — the way it had been doing all morning, fragments surfacing without warning. His hands on my waist. The wall at my back