All Chapters of The Devilish Billionaire I Hooked On Valentine : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

VALERIE I could barely form words, my chest heaving. “I… I’m not—” I tried, but the sharp bite against my neck stole the rest of my sentence, replaced by a mix of frustration and heat that left me trembling.“You like testing my limits,” he murmured low, his lips brushing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You think you're so smart little wife.”My heart thudded, erratic, reckless, because the danger in his voice mixed with the nearness of him, and every nerve in my body was screaming for me to push, to pull, to fight, and yet I was trapped in the exquisite tension of it all.“You’re intentionally trying to rile me up,” he whispered, his hand sliding deliberately down my side, tracing along the curve of my waist, the pressure firm and controlling. I wanted to move, to fight, to scream, but the strength in his grip left me powerless and aware of every burning nerve.I could feel the tingle in my body winding tight, I was so close to snapping, and he sensed it, always one step ahead. H

VALERIE If it wasn’t for one of the maids spotting me wandering like a confused tourist I probably would’ve gotten lost for an hour. “Dining room is this way, my lady,” the maid said kindly, guiding me down another hallway.“Thank you,” I said honestly. “I would’ve ended up in the basement at this rate.” She smiled softly but didn’t comment. Eventually we reached a large set of double doors and she opened them for me. The dining room was enormous.Long dark table in the center. Tall windows letting sunlight pour in across the polished floor. And at the head of the table sat Dominic Cantrell looking exactly like the cold ruthless man the world knew he was.His face was calm. Emotionless. In front of him was a tablet which he was working on with sharp precise movements. Standing just behind him was Mr. Hawthorne, his assistant, holding another tablet while reading something quietly.It looked less like breakfast and more like a business meeting. I sighed softly and walked over before t

DOMINICThe pesky girl was still coughing on the floor when security arrived. Two men in dark suits stepped out of the elevator within seconds, professional and silent. They didn’t ask questions. They didn’t look surprised either, why would they? These stuff happens all the time. It's hard to find a hardworking young lady that doesn't wanna know what it feels like to be bedded by me. Do I blame them? Yes. Because if you cannot differ sexual pleasures from business then you're not worth my company. I watched as my black clothed men grabbed her by the arms and lifted her to her feet. “Please— Mr. Cantrell—” she choked, mascara already smudging beneath her eyes.I didn’t answer. I was already walking away. Her voice followed me down the hallway as security dragged her toward the elevator. Pleading. Crying. Promising she would behave better.None of it mattered. People made the mistake of believing power meant cruelty. It didn’t. Power meant rules. And I had very few of them. But the on

VALERIEThe Cantrell villa felt too big when I walked in.Too quiet in that suffocating way that made it feel like even your footsteps had to behave. The kind of place where nothing was ever out of order because someone always fixed it before you could even notice it was wrong.And Dominic still wasn’t back. That was the first thing I realized but the second thing… was worse.I was disappointed.It hit me like a small, annoying truth I didn’t ask for. I stood near the entrance for a second longer than I should’ve, heels still on, watching the long hallway stretch out like it was mocking me.I clicked my tongue under my breath. “Ridiculous,” I muttered.Behind me, the maids were already moving. Bags were being brought out and clothes sorted. Everything I had bought today was being carefully packed like I wasn’t just going on a trip, but being relocated like property.Honeymoon.Still sounded stupid in my head.I turned slightly, watching them fold dresses, place jewelry into velvet box

VALERIEWhen we finally made it inside, I didn’t unpack. Not a single thing.I stood right in the middle of the room like a protest, arms crossed tight over my chest, staring at the massive bed, the glass walls, the ocean stretching out like it was trying to tempt me into forgetting why I was here in the first place.The room was ridiculous.Huge. Bright. Expensive. So maddeningly expensive that I could barely believe it was real. White sheets, soft rugs, furniture that looked like it had never been touched by normal human beings, and right in the middle of it—me, still in yesterday’s attitude, refusing to fit into any of it.I watched Dominic's men move as fast and as controlled as possible. Zippers opening. Drawers sliding. My suitcase being touched. “Stop.”Everything paused. I didn’t even turn around at first. “I said stop touching my things.” Silence followed.Then a soft voice. “Mrs Cantrell we are only—”“I don’t care,” I cut in, finally turning my gaze cold. “Leave it.”They