บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Island Bargain: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Emily POV“What rubbish are you saying?” Cade’s mother shouted, her voice sharp with disbelief.“It’s not rubbish, Mother,” Cade replied firmly. “I told you I was in love with someone. Emily is that woman. We got married a week ago. She is not my mistress.”“But what about Isabel?” his mother cried. “She has waited for you her entire life! She loves you. She would cherish you until her last breath. How could you do this to her?”“I have never loved Isabel,” Cade said coldly. “I made that clear to everyone long ago. Stop blaming me for following my heart.”Mother and son glared at each other, the tension thick enough to choke on. Then Cade took my hand and pulled me toward the stairs.“This is madness, Cade!” his mother hurled after us. “Complete madness!”A loud slap echoed through the hall. Cade’s mother had struck him across the face.“How dare you still ask for your father when you’ve brought this into our home?” she hissed, glaring at me with pure contempt.“My wife is not a ‘thin

Emily POV“Choose now, Emily,” Cade said coldly. “I don’t have all day.”“How do I even know my parents actually went on this so-called holiday?” I challenged.Without a word, Cade pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and put it on speaker. On the third ring, I heard my father’s voice.“Good evening, Mr. Wilburn. I just wanted to check if you arrived safely.”“Of course! We’re already at the hotel. They even gave us the bridal suite,” my father replied cheerfully.“And how is Mrs. Wilburn? Is she resting as the doctor ordered?”“She’s sleeping right now. The nurse you hired is taking excellent care of her.”Cade ended the call and looked at me. “Do you believe me now?”“You sent them on a trip when my mother hasn’t even fully recovered?” I whispered in disbelief.“It’s the best way for her to relax and heal,” he replied flatly. “Now make your choice. Good terms or bad terms?”Knowing he was more than capable of making his threat a reality, I felt my resistance crumble. I nodded slow

Emily POV“Are you sure you hate me, Emily?” Cade whispered against my ear, his voice low, dark, and dangerously seductive.A shiver ran down my spine. His breath was warm against my skin, sending unwanted sparks through my body.“I… I…” My words dissolved into a soft, traitorous gasp as his lips brushed the sensitive pulse point on my throat. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and far too knowing. Heat flooded my veins, pooling low in my belly. I had never felt anything like this before — this overwhelming, dizzying rush that made my mind go blank.My fingers instinctively tangled in his thick black hair, pulling him closer before I could stop myself. A quiet sound escaped my throat — half protest, half plea. For one dangerous moment, I forgot why I was supposed to hate him. I forgot everything except the feel of his mouth on my skin and the solid weight of his body pressing me into the mattress.But just as the heat threatened to consume me completely, Cade pulled back.He hovered above

Emily POV“It hurts so much,” I kept whispering as David carried me toward the mansion.“This won’t do,” he said suddenly. He gently set me down on a large, flat rock and lifted my injured leg onto it. “Hold still.”“What are you doing?” I asked, alarmed.“Your ankle is dislocated. I’m going to pop it back into place. It’ll hurt for a second, but then the worst of the pain should ease.”“Don’t— Ahhhhh!”A sharp, excruciating pain shot through my leg as he expertly twisted and pushed the bone back into alignment. I clenched my teeth, tears springing to my eyes. A few seconds later, the intense throbbing subsided into a manageable ache.“How about now?” David asked, watching me carefully. “Does it still hurt badly?”“Not as much… just a sprain now, I think. How did you know how to do that?”“Just some techniques I’ve learned over the years,” he replied with a modest shrug.He didn’t wait for permission. He simply lifted me into his arms again. “Let me carry you the rest of the way. You

Cade POVI watched as Emily limped toward David, who was still standing frozen in the kitchen doorway.“It’s you!” she said brightly, her face lighting up with a warm, genuine smile. “I didn’t get the chance to thank you properly yesterday for saving me. Twice, actually.”David glanced at me briefly before returning her smile, though his was more cautious. “Oh, no need. I did it out of good faith.”Emily tilted her head, studying him with that curious expression she sometimes wore. “I doubt that. You don’t strike me as the type who helps people purely out of the goodness of his heart.”David’s lips curved into a slow, charming smile. “Ah… so what type do I strike you as?”I clenched my jaw so tightly it ached. The easy, playful banter between them felt like nails on a chalkboard. Emily was smiling at him — actually smiling — in a way she rarely did with me.“You look more like the type who helps so you won’t feel guilty later,” Emily replied playfully, her tone light.David chuckled,