All Chapters of Don’t Beg for Love : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

An Hour Later.The car slowed before a pair of towering wrought-iron gates.They swung open soundlessly.Our chauffeur drove through, following a long cobblestone driveway lined with perfectly sculpted hedges and ancient oak trees whose branches arched overhead like a natural cathedral. Soft golden lamps illuminated the path, their warm glow dancing across marble fountains and carefully tended flower gardens.Then the mansion came into full view.I found myself sitting a little straighter.The estate looked as though it had been lifted straight out of another century.It was an imposing German manor, built from pale sandstone with steep slate roofs, ornate gables, and tall arched windows framed by intricate carvings. Ivy climbed parts of the ancient walls, adding a timeless charm rather than neglect. Balconies with black wrought-iron railings overlooked expansive terraces, while warm lights spilling from every window softened the grandeur of the historic architecture.It wasn’t flas

Everything inside me went still, my fists clenching involuntarily.For one dangerous second, I wanted to look up.To meet his eyes.To ask him what kind of game he thought he was playing.It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to remain where I was, my gaze fixed on the glowing screen still displaying the translation as though the words meant nothing to me.I forced my fingers to loosen.Then I breathed once.Twice.I silently handed the phone back to Linda, behaving as though I had never seen the translation.As though I hadn’t just heard the most absurd sentence Andrew Hale had ever uttered.My future bride?What a ridiculous joke.…The rest of the evening unfolded in a way that only confirmed my suspicions.Mr. Hoffmann’s attitude toward me changed completely.The guarded businessman who had carefully weighed every condition only hours ago suddenly became unusually accommodating.After dinner, he personally led Linda and me through different wings of the estate.The mansi

Annalise’s POV The taxi drove through towering wrought-iron gates that opened onto an estate unlike any I had seen before.A broad stone driveway curved gracefully through immaculate gardens filled with date palms, jasmine, and blooming bougainvillea. Marble lanterns lined both sides of the path, their intricate carvings casting delicate patterns across the ground even beneath the afternoon sun. In the distance stood an enormous mansion, its creamy sandstone walls glowing warmly beneath the Egyptian sky.The architecture blended traditional Arabian elegance with modern luxury.Towering arches framed the entrance. Delicate geometric carvings decorated the walls, while vast floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the gardens surrounding the estate. Domed rooftops rose behind the main building, and slender palm trees swayed gently in the warm breeze, softening the grandeur of the place.The taxi came to a stop before a circular courtyard.At its center, a magnificent marble fountain sent cr

Andrew’s expression didn’t change, the empty space echoing his words.“If I were here to play,” he said evenly, “I would’ve stayed home.”His eyes never left mine. His voice remained calm, almost conversational. “I left an entire business empire behind and followed you across countries. Do you really think I came all this way for amusement?”Before I could answer, he took another step closer.The distance between us disappeared.Without warning, his fingers caught a loose strand of my hair that had escaped my veil.He slowly tucked it behind my ear.The gesture was so gentle that my body reacted before my mind did.I stiffened.“You remember the promise we made ten years ago.” His voice dropped lower, his fingers lingering for only a heartbeat before falling away. “I haven’t gone back on mine. And I won’t tolerate you going back on yours.”A promise?I searched my memory.There had been so many promises. Childish ones. Hopeful ones.The future had seemed so simple back then.Before I

Andrew’s POVFor the tenth time, I glanced at my wristwatch.It had been thirty minutes.The plane should have landed long ago.I drummed my fingers once against my knee.Jonas wasn’t incompetent. If he hadn’t returned yet, either he’d somehow missed her, or something else had delayed them.Neither possibility improved my mood.My patience wore thinner by the second.Just as I reached for the door handle, the revolving glass doors of the arrival terminal turned,And she walked out.My hand froze.She wore a simple ivory blouse tucked neatly into charcoal wide-leg trousers, the clean lines emphasizing her taller, leaner frame. Her long dark hair rested loosely over one shoulder, moving gently with each step. There was nothing extravagant about her outfit. Nothing that begged to be noticed.Yet, People noticed.Years ago, she’d been softer. A little rounder in the cheeks. Cute, in fact. The kind of girl who made people instinctively want to smile back.Now, The softness had sharpene