All Chapters of The Devilish Billionaire I Hooked On Valentine : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

VALERIEThat’s what he was supposed to be. But my heart didn't want just that anymore. I wanted more. I wanted real. I wanted him. When did I even start to fall for him? I had no idea. I had no idea how it why or what to do with this realisation.I wiped at my face with the back of my hand, my breathing shaky and uneven. I hugged my knees to my chest on the cold stone bench, whispering into the quiet garden. “What am I doing? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.”But I had. Deeply. Irrevocably. And now everything was so much worse.I don’t know how long I stayed out there in the sprawling Cantrell gardens, curled on that cold stone bench like a discarded afterthought. Time blurred in the darkness, measured only by the deepening chill that sank into my bones. The night air was unexpectedly very cold here, biting through the thin fabric of my dinner dress The dress itself, suddenly made me feel a little ridiculous. It was all to impress a woman with a fi

VALERIE“You confuse me so much,” I whispered, my voice still raw from crying and the cold. “One second you’re defending me at dinner. Then you rescue me, touch me, hold me. I cant figure you out Dominic. What do you want from me?” I rocked against him slowly, feeling him twitch and harden further. The jacuzzi jets pulsed around us, adding layers of sensation that made everything more intense.His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer, guiding my movements. “I’m sorry. I’m bad at putting labels to things. You scare the shit out of me, Valerie. Admitting you’re falling for me? It was too sudden. Because I…” He trailed off, choosing instead to kiss my neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. “I don’t know what to do with that. But I know I don’t want you out in the cold. I don’t want you crying because of me. I don’t want— fuck.”I moaned softly as his mouth moved lower, trailing to my collarbone and then to my breasts. The water made everything slick and hypersensitive. H

VALERIE My eyes moved to Grandmother Eleanor who was staring at me now like I was a puzzle she couldn't understand. She was probably wondering what he saw in me. The same thought I was having as well. "Are you sure about this girl, Dominic?" She asked, turning back to him. "You know I don't make wrong choices, grandma. Trust me." "Mn. Fair enough. Get dressed immediately. I've seen enough nudity for the day, thank you." She said and turned to leave the room. I was beyond stunned. I couldn't even explain what had just happened. Madeline was still shocked at what she heard. She wasn't alone anyways. But I could feel her growing hate. "You're not falling for this bullshit, right, grandma?" She asked, stopping the old woman on her tracks. "Come, Madeline. Let's go." She called but Madeline shook her head. "No-""Madeline." She calls in stern voice, cutting her off from saying any other thing. She fumes and walks out angrily. The door is finally shut close after his grandmother leaves

VALERIEMy face heated up instantly, a flush creeping up my neck. I glanced quickly at the front seats, but Hawthorne and the other man remained perfectly still, eyes forward like they were trained not to hear a thing. “That’s not the point.”“It is very much the entire point,” he countered, his hand finding my thigh under the privacy of the center console. The touch was light but intense, sending sparks racing up my leg. “I haven’t looked at anyone else since this started. And I have no plans to because my wife is quite good enough.”We went back and forth the whole drive, the argument filling the car like a live wire. “This isn’t just about appearances, Dominic. What if someone asks questions? What if they dig into how sudden this all was? Your grandmother already grilled me. The whole family is going to do the same but worse.”He squeezed my thigh gently. “Let them ask. We’ll handle it together. That’s what husbands and wives do, right?”“Fake husbands and wives,” I muttered, but t

MADELINE I stormed through the front doors of Ross Manor, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor with every furious step. I felt humiliated. Angered. Of all astonished because the bitch was actually a slut! Grandmother Eleanor made her findings herself and found out about this only to what? Not kick her stupid ass out the very second? What the hell happened to "prestigious" family name. One of the maids stepped forward with that same fake sweet smile they always wore when I returned home. Staring at me all stupid with that submissive posture.“Welcome home, Miss Ross. Would you like—”“Shut up,” I snapped, not even sparing her a glance. “I don’t need your fake cheerfulness today. Just stay the fuck out of my way. Got it?”She shrank back immediately, bowing her head and murmuring apologies as she retreated. Good. I didn’t have time for servants pretending they cared about my day or my mood. They were paid to serve, not to offer comfort. I marched straight to my father’