Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Heiress: yes, Use me : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The silence in the boutique was no longer peaceful; it was suffocating. Isabella Thorne stood among the racks of silk and lace like a predator in a flower garden. Her emerald eyes were fixed on me, filled with a cold, calculating triumph that made my skin crawl. The folder she had dropped on the glass counter sat between us like a live grenade, its contents threatening to blow apart the fragile world I was building.Xavier didn’t move. He stood like a statue of granite, his hand still resting possessively on my hip. The heat from his body was the only thing keeping me from shivering. "You’re treading on dangerous ground, Isabella," he said, his voice a low, lethal vibration. "Coming into my space, threatening my partner... it’s a move you can't take back.Isabella laughed, a sharp metallic sound that echoed off the high ceilings. "Partner? Oh, Xavier, let’s not play pretend. You’ve always had a taste for the dramatic, but this little game with the Crestview girl has gone too far. You’

The midnight air at the old docks was thick with the smell of salt, rust, and the metallic tang of an approaching storm. Far from the polished marble of the Vane headquarters, this was the underbelly of the city a place where secrets were drowned and bodies were forgotten.I sat in the passenger seat of Xavier’s darkened SUV, watching the flickering streetlamp outside a dilapidated warehouse. Beside me, Xavier was a silhouette of lethal focus. He hadn't spoken since we left the war room; he was simply a predator waiting for the right moment to strike."There they are," I whispered as a silver sedan pulled up next to a stack of shipping crates.Tiffany stepped out first, looking shivering and out of place in her designer coat. A moment later, Isabella Thorne emerged from the shadows, her blonde hair glowing like a ghost in the moonlight. They stood together the desperate stepsister and the vengeful socialite a partnership born of shared hatred."I have the flight logs," Isabella’s voic

The high-resolution monitor in Xavier’s private study was the only window I had into the world I had fought to save. On the screen, the jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Swiss Alps stood like silent sentinels around a secluded white villa. I watched as a figure in a thick wool coat moved slowly across a sun-drenched terrace.It was her. My mother.She looked smaller than I remembered, a fragile silhouette against the vastness of the mountains, but she was upright. She was breathing air that didn't smell of the damp, suffocating rot of the Crestview cellar."The doctors say her vitals are stabilizing, Lara," a soft voice said from the doorway.I turned to see Adriana leaning against the frame. Xavier’s sister had a way of appearing exactly when the weight of the silence became too much. She walked over, placing a steadying hand on my shoulder. "Sarah sent a message through the encrypted channel. She’s managed to divert the last of Arthur’s private investigators toward a false lead in Lo

The morning after my "invasion" of Vane Global, the city felt different. The headlines were a chaotic blur of my face and Xavier’s shadow. “The Crestview Phoenix,” one tabloid called me. “The Vane Obsession,” whispered another.I stood in the center of Xavier’s sprawling kitchen, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of a skyline that looked like a jagged crown of glass and steel. I was wrapped in a silk robe the color of midnight, a cup of bitter black coffee in my hand. The "Ice Queen" was still there, beneath the surface, but the silence of the penthouse allowed the cracks to show."You're thinking too loud again," Xavier’s voice rumbled behind me.I didn't turn. I didn't have to. I could feel the heat of him moving toward me, a gravitational pull that I couldn't resist even if I wanted to. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against his broad chest. He was dressed for the office charcoal suit, crisp white shirt but his touch was anything but

The air in the private Gentlemen’s Club a sanctuary of dark mahogany, heavy velvet, and the cloying scent of aged scotch was thick with the unspoken rules of power. This was where the city’s elite came to settle debts that the law was too clumsy to touch. The lighting was dim, designed to hide the faces of men who moved markets with a whisper, but it couldn't hide the tension radiating from the center of the room.I stood in the shadows of the mezzanine, my fingers gripping the cold brass railing. My heart was a frantic, trapped thing, hammering against my ribs with a rhythm of pure dread. Adriana had intercepted a ping from Isabella’s phone—a file sent directly to Xavier’s private, high-security server. I knew exactly what that file contained. It was the "staged" footage from the Diamond Luncheon.From the angle Isabella had filmed, it didn't look like Julian Sterling was threatening me. It looked like he was worshipping me. The camera had caught the moment he leaned into my personal