บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire From Her Worst Night : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

Washing the dishes in the kitchen, she heard the door open, and a deep voice followed. “I’m home.” Norah stepped out of the kitchen immediately. “S...Sir…” The man turned and the moment his eyes landed on her, his face lit up. “Ahhh!! Norah!” he called out, his voice filled with genuine happiness. Before she could react, he walked up to her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. “You’re back,” he said, looking at her properly like he needed to be sure she was real. “How are you? How were your studies?” Norah felt something soften in her chest. “I’m fine, sir… I’ve completed everything,” she replied politely. “Good, good,” he nodded proudly. “I knew you would do well.” Behind him, his wife stood still, her brows slightly furrowed. Her gaze shifted from Norah… to her husband. The man suddenly brought out his phone and typed something. Her frown deepened. Something felt off. ‘He does this every day with her… who is he always texting?’ she thought. But before she could ask, he slip

A hand suddenly grabbed hers, making Norah flinch out of fear. “Are you okay?” Sisi’s whispered, her voice was soft… almost caring, with a smile that didn’t even reach her eyes. Norah turned to look at her and sighed. Her vision was already unstable, but she could still see that smile… so fake. Norah slowly shook her head, her fingers curling into tight fists. She was set up!! Her gaze shifted weakly toward the tray of cake. Her eyes narrowed as everything began to connect. Those who took slices earlier didn’t take from the front… only from the back. A cold wave ran through her body. No matter how she tried to fight it, the drug was stronger than her. Sisi’s grip on her hand tightened. “Come,” she whispered close to her ear. “There’s a room upstairs. You can rest.” Her voice sounded gentle, but the way she pulled Norah was so harsh. “I’m very sure you will love it.” Norah stumbled as she was dragged along, her legs already losing strength. The music downstairs faded i

Her inner walls fluttered weakly around him in the aftermath, little aftershocks that made his jaw clench. She was breathing in shallow, shaky pants, face still turned into the pillow, hair sticking to her damp neck. The scent of her which smelt like vanilla and arousal, that faint innocent sweetness was everywhere. It coated his tongue, his lungs, his fucking sanity. He should pull out, roll off and end it, but instead, he braced himself on one hand and started sliding in and out slowly. She moaned softly, she was surprised she already had a sensitive place that drove her crazy. He felt her clench involuntarily around the base of his cock and something primal roared awake again. “Fuck,” he breathed against the shell of her ear. “You’re still so tight… still gripping me like that even after you came twice.” He gripped her waist, pulled it back to meet his movements. Norah’s fingers curled into the sheets. “Ahh…” A tiny, helpless sound escaped her. “Yeah…” she almost demanded more!

The moment Norah stepped into the house, the atmosphere felt off! She paused as her eyes wandered around the living room. Her adoptive mother was seated on the couch, her expression cold. Sisi wasn’t there yet, but the tension in the air made it obvious, as something bad had already been said. Her adoptive father, Mr Matthew, stood by the side, his face not as warm as before. That alone made Norah sigh helplessly. How would they believe it was their daughter who set her up! “Where are you coming from?” the woman asked sharply the moment she saw Norah. Norah glanced at Mr Matthew. “I…” she hesitated. ‘Should I tell them the truth?’ she thought. But with the situation, she decided not to. She swallowed as her fingers tightened around her bag. “I stayed over at a friend’s place.” “A friend?” her mother scoffed, leaning back in disbelief. She may not like her, but she knew her very well! “Which friend?” She didn’t even believe her. The only friend she knew was Liam. Norah sighed h