Todos los capítulos de Don’t Beg for Love : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Dinner was served a few minutes later.The table stretched long enough to seat twenty people comfortably, and yet every inch of it seemed covered. Steam curled up from a dozen different dishes at once, roasted meats glazed dark and glossy, a whole fish laid out on a bed of herbs I couldn’t name, delicate little pastries stacked into towers, bowls of something rich and slow-cooked that filled the whole room with the smell of garlic and thyme. Servants kept emerging from a set of double doors near the back, each one carrying another tray, another dish, setting it down with careful hands before disappearing again to fetch more, as if the kitchen itself had no intention of ever running dry tonight.I stared at all of it, a little dazed, wondering how many people they’d expected to feed.“Eat, eat.” Andrew’s mother was already piling more onto my plate before I’d finished the first helping, her spoon moving with the kind of determination that left no room for argument. “We made sure to pre

Something felt wrong.I couldn’t place it exactly, whether it was the way she’d looked at me right before pulling back, or the way she kept withdrawing the second things got too close. We’d been tangled together on that hospital bed not even twenty minutes ago, and now she sat pressed against the far door of the car, arms wrapped around herself, silent in a way that had nothing to do with sleep.If this were the first time I’d seen this particular silence from her, I might have blamed Tania. Might have assumed her best friend had said something to plant doubt. But I’d seen this exact retreat before, more than once, and it always came from somewhere deeper than anything anyone else could have said to her.“Annie, what’s wrong?”Nothing. Not a word, not even a glance in my direction.I studied her from the corner of my eye. She wasn’t asleep. Her eyes were open, fixed on nothing, both arms curled protectively around her stomach.I reached forward and hit the button that raised the parti

Annalise’s POVThe silence inside the private room pressed against me from every direction.I felt it settle deep into my bones, a heaviness that had taken root somewhere in my chest and refused to loosen no matter how many times I told myself to just speak. Aurelia sat across from me, unbothered, taking a slow sip from her wine glass, watching me with the same effortless composure that made her the most sought-after name in the entire industry. Elegant didn’t even begin to cover it. She looked like she’d been carved for rooms exactly like this one.I second-guessed the question sitting on my tongue for the tenth time in as many minutes. What if it ruined everything between us? Someone at Aurelia’s level didn’t need to steal from anyone. She’d built an empire from nothing. Why would she risk any of it on someone like me?Aurelia broke the silence first, one eyebrow lifting with faint amusement. “Did you invite me here just to admire my dress, or was there actually something on your m

Andrew’s POVShe kissed me like she was trying to punish me with it.Before I could fully process the shift, she’d climbed over me, straddling my hips, fingers already working the buttons of my shirt loose one by one, rough and impatient. There was nothing gentle in the way she moved. She bit down on my lower lip hard enough that I tasted copper, and I let her. I let her do all of it, every rough press of her mouth, every mark she left trailing down my neck and further, because I understood exactly what this was.This wasn’t desire. This was hurt looking for somewhere to go.I stayed still beneath her, absorbing it, letting her take whatever she needed to take.Then she leaned close to my ear, breath hot against my skin, and whispered a single word.“Womanizer.”Something in me snapped clean in half.I flipped her beneath me before she could react, pinning both her wrists to the mattress, hovering above her with my chest heaving.“Wrong,” I growled, and kissed her before she could arg

My head throbbed like something had cracked open inside my skull, a deep, pulsing ache that pounded in time with my own heartbeat, radiating from somewhere behind my eyes until even blinking hurt. My mouth tasted like chemicals, dry and bitter, and for a long moment I couldn’t make sense of anything beyond the pain itself.Then my vision started to clear, and the space around me came into focus.Towering stacks of crates rose up on every side, some wrapped in plastic, others left open with straw spilling out over the edges. The ceiling stretched high above, metal beams crisscrossing through shadows that swallowed the light from a few bare bulbs strung haphazardly overhead. The air smelled of dust and motor oil, cold enough to raise gooseflesh along my arms. A warehouse. Somewhere far from anything familiar.I tried to shift and immediately felt the rope biting into my wrists, then my ankles, pulled tight enough to leave my hands numb.My stomach dropped straight through the floor.I’