Todos os capítulos de Hiding The Devil Billionaire's Daughter : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Warm sunlight slants across my face, pulling me from sleep. I blink awake, disoriented, and scan the room—my heart lurches when I find the space beside me empty. Panic claws up my throat. Was last night a dream too? Did I imagine finding him? I start to throw back the covers to search for him when the bedroom door opens. Helios steps inside carrying a tray laden with food, and a soft smile tugs at his lips when he sees me awake. “Breakfast,” he says simply, and the breath I’d been holding rushes out of me in relief. “I was so scared for a second,” I admit as he sets the tray on the bedside table. “I thought… I thought none of it was real.” He sighs, crossing to where I sit and taking my hand. He helps me to my feet, guiding me to the table, and pulls out my chair before settling beside me. “Eat,” he insists, cutting off a slice of bacon and bringing it to my lips. I don’t resist—just open my mouth and chew, the savory flavo

Prologue SERAPHINA'S POINT OF VIEWWARNING: This story contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Discretion is advised."L-Lucian! O-Oh!"A moan tore through me as his hand closed over my breast, sudden and possessive. I tried to push him away, to still his fingers, but every touch was a spark, igniting a fire that spread uncontrollably through my skin, betraying my protests."Your body responds to me so beautifully," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine, as his hand glided down my left thigh, caressing and claiming.My breathing hitched, growing heavy and ragged, my senses overwhelmed. I wanted to stop him, to regain control. I needed to see the look in his eyes, to understand what he was feeling. But my limbs had turned to water, and darkness was all I'd known since the accident that stole my sight, trapping me in a world of shadows and echoes. This man my husband only by contract was the one who'd taken me in, offering me a haven I

Chapter 2 SERAPHINA What was that noise? Why were people running, shouting? I furrowed my brow as I pried my eyes open—but only darkness greeted me. I waved my hand in front of my face, straining to see anything at all. Nothing. Just endless black. “W-What happened?” I whispered to the empty air. My head throbbed, every muscle in my body aching. I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt heavy as lead. Oh god—am I dead? Did I get hit by a car or something? I racked my brain, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered. Car? What was I even doing before this? I touched my forehead, then my eyes—they were open, I could feel it. So why was everything so dark? Slowly, fragments of memory clicked into place. The old woman. The knife. The van. Right. I fought with Mama this morning—she told me to drop out of school, but I left anyway. I was walking to campus when I saw them drag her into the van,

Chap 4 THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW Sera stirred awake, the cool air of the room pricking her skin. She pushed herself up, voice slipping out in surprise before she could stop it. “Shit—why is it so dark… oh.” She pressed a hand to her forehead, a bitter smile touching her lips. “Right. I’m blind.” She was about to speak again when a soft laugh rang out—warm, but just mischievous enough to make her grimace. “W-Who are you? Where am I? And what happened to the man who—” “Calm down, my dear. Don’t you recognize my voice?” The woman cut in, her laughter fading to gentle warmth. Sera furrowed her brow, confusion knotting in her chest. How can I recognize her if I can’t see her face? “I-I’m sorry. I can’t see you, so I don’t know who you are.” She spoke politely, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Oh… of course. That was thoughtless of me.” Sera focused on her surroundings, picking up fa

Chap 6 THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW “Hnngh… ahh… s-stop that… there…” “Here?” “Y-yes—just let me do the other side—ah!” Lucian swore under his breath, a litany of curses racing through his mind. For fuck’s sake. His body was rigid, every nerve ending on fire from the soft gasps and whimpers spilling from Sera’s lips. He hadn’t seen this coming. He’d thought washing her would be a simple task—necessary, per the contract—but he’d never imagined how sensitive she’d be to his touch. Even as she tried to hold back, his sharp ears caught every little sound she made. His hand glided down her waist, the softness of her skin pressing against his fingers through nothing but thin fabric. She was in her underwear now, and the heat radiating from her body seared through him. Earlier, she’d tried to wrestle the body wash from his grasp, but he’d been stubborn—using the contract as leverage to keep helping her. It was