บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S DIRTY SECRET: A FORBIDDEN SECOND CHANCE: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

WAITINGNOELLE'S POVI heard the key in the door and my heart started beating faster.I was already in position. Black lace lingerie. Stockings. Heels. Nothing else. The lights in the living room were dimmed. I stood near the couch and waited.Roman walked in, loosened his tie, and then completely stopped when he saw me.His eyes moved down my body slowly. The hunger that filled them made heat rush between my legs.“Fuck,” he said under his breath.I walked toward him without a word. When I reached him, I put both hands on his chest and pushed him back until he was standing in front of the couch. Then I sank to my knees on the soft carpet.I looked up at him while my fingers worked his belt open. He stared down at me, his jaw tight, already breathing harder. I pulled his zipper down and freed his cock. It was already getting hard in my hand.“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I said, my voice low. “Thinking about getting on my knees for you the second you walked in.”I leaned fo

OLD FACES, NEW PEACEDEREK'S POVThe wedding was already in full swing when I arrived.Soft music played and it floated across the open garden. White chairs sat in neat rows under string lights. People laughed and talked in small groups while waiters moved between them with trays of drinks. It was the kind of clean, beautiful event that looked effortless, which usually meant someone had worked very hard to make it look that way.I adjusted my jacket and walked toward the main area. I had not planned to stay long. I was only here because the couple had ties to the company, and my father had insisted someone from the family show up. I just wished them congratulations.I expected a few polite conversations, a glass of wine, and an early exit before anyone pulled me aside for a conversation or even for a drink.Then I saw her.Noelle stood near the entrance of the reception area, speaking with one of the coordinators. She wore a simple but elegant dress in a soft champagne color. Her hair

WHILE SHE SLEEPSROMAN'S POVThe plane was quiet.Soft cabin lights glowed low along the floor. Outside the oval windows the sky had turned a deep, endless blue. We were somewhere over the ocean now, hours into the flight to Santorini. The crew stayed in the front. The rear cabin door remained closed.Noelle slept against me.Her head rested on my chest, one arm draped across my stomach, her breathing slow and even. The blanket I had pulled over us covered her bare shoulders. Every now and then she made a small sound in her sleep and pressed closer, as if even unconscious she wanted to stay near me.I did not sleep. I only watched her.My fingers moved slowly through her hair, careful not to wake her. The strands were soft. Her face in sleep was peaceful in a way I rarely saw when she was awake. The little line that sometimes appeared between her brows when she was thinking too hard had smoothed away. Her lips were slightly parted. She looked younger. Safer. Completely mine in this qu

FULL CIRCLENOELLE'S POVMorning light spilled across the white sheets.I woke before Roman. For a few quiet minutes I simply watched him sleep. His face was relaxed, one arm still stretched toward the place where I had been lying. Soft sea air moved through the open windows. Somewhere outside, a church bell rang once, then twice, the sound clear and distant in the morning quiet.Santorini.We were really here.I slipped out of bed carefully so I would not wake him, pulled on one of his shirts, and walked out onto the terrace. The stone was already warm under my bare feet. The caldera stretched wide and blue beneath a clear sky. White buildings cascaded down the cliffs like they had been poured there by hand. Boats moved slowly on the water far below. I rested my hands on the warm railing and breathed in the morning. The air smelled clean, like salt and sun and something dry from the hills.Behind me, I heard movement. A moment later Roman’s arms slid around my waist. He kissed the ba

THE QUESTIONNOELLE'S POVHe was still holding my hand across the small table. The caldera stretched out behind him in deep gold and soft purple. Lanterns glowed along the edge of the terrace. The same bar. The same view. The same man who had once been a stranger and was now the center of my life.His thumb moved once over my knuckles.“Noelle,” he said again, voice quieter this time.I waited. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat.Roman looked down for a second, as if gathering something from deep inside himself. When he lifted his eyes again, they were completely open. No walls. No careful distance. Just him.“I have spent a long time trying to be a man who didn’t need anyone,” he began. “I thought it was safer. Cleaner. I thought if I never let anyone too close, nothing could be taken from me. Then I met you.”A soft breath left me.“Those ten days were supposed to be temporary,” he continued. “I told myself that over and over. No last names. No promises. Just