Todos los capítulos de Twisted Obsession: The Billionaires Virgin Bride: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ARIA“Because I’m dying.” The words are matter-of-fact, but I see the fear beneath them. “I have months, maybe weeks if the doctors are being optimistic. And before I go, I need to know that my son won’t spend the rest of his life alone, hiding behind contracts and arrangements.”Tears prick my eyes unexpectedly. “Isabelle...”“I’m not asking you to love him.” She releases my arm. “I’m asking you to see him. The real him, beneath the billionaire and the ruthlessness and the walls. And if you can do that... if you can reach him where no one else has been able to...” She takes a shaky breath. “Then maybe this arrangement will become something more.”“And if it doesn’t?”“Then you’ll both walk away in a year, exactly as planned.” Her smile is sad. “But I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen. The ring fits you, Aria. Evangeline’s ring. And that ring has never been wrong.”She disappears into the restroom, leaving me standing in the corridor with her words echoing in my mind.The ring

ARIAI’m still trembling from the second orgasm when he pulls out abruptly, leaving me empty and gasping against the cold glass. My palms squeak as I try to push upright, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing.Dante’s hands grip my hips and flip me like I weigh nothing. Suddenly, I’m sitting on the edge of the desk, trench coat and shirt shoved open, breasts spilling out, legs spread wide by his rough palms, exposing every inch of my pussy, and suddenly he spits (hot, deliberate) right onto my swollen clit. The filthy sound alone makes me clench around nothing more.He drops to his knees.The sight of Dante Ashford (billionaire, predator, the man who just had half the FBI raiding Marcus’s apartment) on his knees between my thighs steals every ounce of air from my lungs.His mouth seals over my pussy from behind, tongue spearing deep, nose buried against me. He eats me like a starving man (rough, filthy, obscene). Two fingers shove in alongside his tongue, licking a long, poss

ARIA  I wake to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the disorienting realization that I’m in a bed that costs more than most people’s cars.Dante’s penthouse. My temporary home.My new reality.My phone shows 6:47 AM. In just over two hours, I’ll walk back into Ashford Global...not as Marcus Kane’s naive fiancée, but as Dante Ashford’s soon-to-be wife.The irony isn’t lost on me.I shower in the guest bathroom, which is larger than my entire apartment bedroom. The water pressure is perfect, the towels are heated, and there’s a selection of high-end toiletries that probably cost more than my monthly beauty budget.I could get used to

ARIAThe rest of the morning passes in a blur of HR paperwork, IT setup, and Lily bringing me up to speed on my new role. It’s overwhelming and exciting and terrifying all at once.But mostly, it’s vindicating.I’m sitting at my new desk when my office door opens and a woman I don’t recognize walks in. She’s impeccably dressed, blonde, and beautiful in that polished Upper East Side way.“You must be Aria,” she says, extending her hand. “I’m Christina Vale.”The name hits me like ice water.Christina, Dante’s ex. The woman who betrayed him.“What are you doing here?” I keep my voice level, but my hand drifts toward my ring...the signal.“Relax. I’m not here to cause trouble.” She sits in one of my visitor chairs without invitation. “I heard about your engagement. Congratulations.”“Thank you.” I don’t trust this. Not for a second.“I’m sure Dante’s told you all about me.” Her smile is bitter. “The evil ex who tried to destroy him. The cautionary tale.”“He mentioned you betrayed him.”

ARIA“I stopped it.” His reflection in the window shows a bitter smile. “I’d been watching, learning. I knew which board members were loyal and which were snakes. I gathered evidence of their embezzlement...yes, embezzlement seems to be a recurring theme in my life...and threatened to go public unless they backed down.”“At sixteen?”“At sixteen.” He turns to face me. “I learned early that the only person you can truly rely on is yourself. That trust is a weakness people will exploit. That love...” He pauses. “Love is just another vulnerability.”“Is that what Christina taught you?”“Christina reinforced what I already knew.” His ice-blue eyes were distant. “I thought she was different. I thought she understood the world I lived in and understood me. For two years, I let her in. I told her things I’d never told anyone. Trusted her with company secrets and personal vulnerabilities.”“And she used all of it against you.”“She sold my secrets to Richard Blackwood for three million dollar