Todos os capítulos de Unintended Bride : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Anya’s POVI ran until my lungs were burning and my legs were ready to fall off. The night air was cutting my throat. The street lights were all blurry around me. The horns were blaring somewhere behind me. I didn’t stop until I saw the steps of the building. My key was stuck, twisted, turned. I pushed the door open, closed it, leaned my forehead against the thin wood.Ragged breathing after ragged breathing ripped from my mouth. My chest rose and fell. The sweat was cold on my neck. The white shirt was sticking to my skin. The black pants were too tight, too normal, too like the girl who had just lost her last reliable source of money.I threw the purse. It landed on the mattress and slid.The phone started ringing almost immediately.I grabbed it, still trembling. There was a bold unknown number on the screen of my phone. I hesitated for a second. And then I answered.“Anya Beckett,” said the manager’s voice. “You walk out in the middle of service after destroying a tray of expensiv

Anya’s POVI raised my head. His expression was impossible to read but his hand rose again and now he grabbed my breast and his thumb touched my nipple. Once, twice. Sound escaped from me before I could prevent it. It was something between gasp and whimper.His lips curved. Almost imperceptibly. "You like it."I remained silent. Couldn't say anything. The thumbs of his hand made slow circles sending shivers down my spine and between my legs. My hips moved involuntarily and he noticed. Obviously."Take off the rest."I hooked my fingers under the waistband of my panties and pushed them down. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside with the heel that was still strapped to my foot. Now I was naked in front of a stranger in the private room in the club where I've never been before and in some part of my mind I knew that I should be ashamed but it was not shame that made my pulse beat fiercely in my throat.He returned to his place on the leather seat. He spread his knees wide. "Sit o

Liam’s POVIt was three o'clock in the morning. The ceiling hadn't changed in four years, but I continued to stare at it as if it would suddenly provide me with the answers I needed.I couldn't sleep. I hadn't been sleeping properly for weeks but this week was worse. The anniversary. Four years since the wedding that wasn't supposed to take place. Four years since I'd stood at an altar and married the wrong sister and somehow, miraculously, married the right one without realizing it until she was gone.I got out of bed and put my feet on the floor. The penthouse was quiet. Gideon had left hours ago after I snapped at him for the third time about some report that didn't even matter. He'd taken it like he always did — quietly, professionally, with that look in his eyes that suggested he was worried about me but understood that he shouldn't voice his concerns aloud.The doctor had warned me about the stress. About sleep deprivation. About the nosebleeds and the headaches and the hallucin

Nina’s POV His whole expression changed to a brighter and happier one. "I will text you the day and time. I will come to pick you up."He waved once and went downstairs. I closed the door, then headed to the window. Outside, Gabe stayed in his car for a couple of seconds. Then he raised his fists and struck the air twice, grinning like a child. I drew the curtain and smiled through it.The front door opened behind me. Frida threw her bag and took off her shoes."Why do you look like you just won the lottery?"I turned to her. "Do you promise you'll keep calm?"She lifted both her hands. “I will. I promise.” And then she got down to her knees on the floor. “See? Super calm.”I chuckled with an eye roll. “Get up, you drama queen.”“Yeah,” she said out of breath, acting like an old woman with no more energy. We both burst into laughter. I sat on the couch. Frida sat next to me, still smiling.And I said it. “He asked me out on a date.”Frida gaped at me. “No way. No freaking way. You’re

Liam's POVMy gaze never left her.Amanda was seated two seats away from the end of the long table, sitting up straight with her hands resting on the folder in front of her. Her dark hair was tied back just like Frida used to when she wanted to get serious about something. The moment I entered the room and sat down on the head chair, she froze. No blink. No breath.I started the meeting without looking at any other person."I'm Liam Hampton. As of yesterday, this company belongs to Hampton Textile Group. European Division. Conti Group is history. You're looking at the new owner."Nobody spoke. Just a few pens stopped writing. I gave them all the numbers, the new structure, the reporting lines. Production reports on Mondays. Design samples on Wednesdays. No exceptions. Once I finished speaking, I stood up and walked along the table. Each department head rose to shake my hand and give me a gift, be it a bottle of wine, a pen set, or a folder of welcoming messages. I took each of those a