บททั้งหมดของ Ricochet My Love: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“But you’re not,” he blurted under his breath. It sounded like he hadn’t meant to say it, like the words slipped out without his permission.His gaze dropped to my hand, the one clutching my purse against my stomach. The ring caught the dim light and glinted.I moved, slowly covering it anyway even when it was already too later.A flash of pain crossed his eyes, then gone just as fast as he blinked, replaced with a small, polite smile.My lips parted.Guilt hit me hard and cold like something stabbing straight through my chest. I gave him hope. I let him believe something that was never going to happen.“I’m sorry,” he murmured quietly, clearing his throat as he took a step back.Apologizing should be my job. “Martin—”“Don’t feel guilty for me,” he cut in quickly, he certainly didn’t want me going there. “I chose to be the man you know. And I’m happy that I helped… in a way.”“You’re more than just a help to me, Martin.”His smile stayed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His fingers tig

Ricochet pulled me into another elevator and pressed the rooftop button, leaving Sharon behind looking like she needed immediate medical attention.I knew I hated the way she treated me, hated how she always looked at me like I was never worthy enough, but still… I wasn’t heartless enough to wish something worse on her.“Don’t you think we should call someone to help your mom?” I asked quietly, lifting my head only to find him glaring blankly ahead. “She might have a weak heart.”“Don’t worry about her. She’s a bad weed.” He finally looked down at me and flashed a genuine smile. “She’ll live.”I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. “Is that seriously your reaction after all that?”“No, but is that your reaction after I told you I’m gonna marry you?” he retorted immediately. “I was expecting tears, maybe you hugging me tight, kissing me like you wanted to eat me alive, and telling me I’m the best thing you’ve ever had for dessert.”I scoffed and smacked his arm lightly. “Can you be seriou

“But the beige dress looks better on you.” Adriana pushed it toward me, already snatching the plain white one I was holding without even listening to my complaint. “It has embroidery, flowers—oh, and it would look best with the bag.”“Addie, we’re just going out. Nothing fancy. I don’t have to look too ‘fab’,” I pointed out, quoting her slang in the air. “With all these... things, I think you’re preparing me to walk a runway.”“Mom.” She widened her eyes at me as she swatted my hands away from my hair, which she was still busy fixing. “It’s a date. Mind you, your fiancé is a billionaire, and he is Ricochet freaking Rosewood.”“Watch your mouth,” I strictly uttered, pointing at her through her reflection in the vanity mirror.“Sorry.” She pouted dramatically before quickly shrugging it off and grabbing the mist spray she’d been talking about earlier. “It’s just that this is going to be the last time you’ll meet him as your fiancé, because he’s going to be your husband soon...” Her grin

A moan slipped from my lips as I welcomed his feverish kiss. It was hot, wet, and needy—exactly like Ricochet Rosewood.Those naughty hands knew where they belonged. They knew where to touch, to caress, to pinch.He told me this day should end beautifully.After taking me from place to place, answering a question that had sat in my chest for months, we were now about to spend the rest of the night together.“You know, we should’ve just done this after the wedding. On our honeymoon,” I muttered between kisses.He suddenly spun me and slipped his hand beneath my underwear.“This can’t wait till then, baby,” he whispered against my lips.He cupped my mound, making me gasp as his fingers found my already soaked clit.My knees trembled instantly at his touch when he began rubbing slow, teasing circles.Reaching back, my fingers tangled in his hair and tugged lightly. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips trailed wet kisses down my neck, licking over every place he sucked.I leaned my head bac

I placed a hand over my belly as I took the deepest breath I could manage—not just because my nervousness was close to killing me, but because this corset was slowly crushing my lungs after the little weight I gained.“That’s right, my daughter. Breathe in, breathe out. Calm yourself,” Mom uttered beside me, motioning her hand dramatically in the air while showing me how to inhale and exhale properly.I tried using my veil to fan myself, but quickly earned a slap on my knee.“Don’t do that! You’re going to ruin your dress,” she quickly chided. “This is the most important day of your life. You have to be the most beautiful woman on earth, best dressed. You won’t achieve that if you wrinkle yourself before even entering the church!”I tightened my grip around the bouquet.My wedding.It was finally happening.Not for show. Not for appearances. Not for a causr Not because we had to.It was real. So real that I genuinely thought I might collapse before reaching the altar.“Oh, Maria, give