Todos los capítulos de THE ROSE TATTOO, The Billionaire Secret Heir: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

RYDER’S POVI stepped off the jet onto the tarmac with Andrea right beside me as the mild Paris air wrapped around us, the private cars waited in a neat line with drivers already holding the doors open. Her eyes stayed wide and bright as she took in every detail of the terminal signs written in French and the distant skyline that already promised the city she had always dreamed of. I had asked Lily on the day I asked Andrea to marry me, about her mother’s favorite place in the world and the answer came without hesitation. The surprise felt complete now that we stood on French soil together.She bounced on her toes like a child as we crossed to the first car. I guided her inside with a hand at the small of her back while the driver loaded our bags into the second vehicle. The door closed, the engine hummed to life as the convoy pulled away from the airfield and joined the flow of traffic heading into the city. Andrea pressed her face close to the window and let out soft sounds of pure

RYDER’S POVI stayed buried to the hilt inside her as her tight heat gripped every inch of my cock and her legs locked around my waist to pull me even deeper. Her inner walls fluttered around me in a rhythmic squeeze that forced a low groan from my chest, I braced both hands on the mattress beside her head while I fought the urge to move too fast. Andrea’s breath came in short pants against my neck as her nails dug into my shoulders and the soft sound of my name slipped past her lips in a needy moan that shot straight through me.I pulled back slowly until only the thick head of my cock remained inside her, then I pushed forward again with a steady roll of my hips that seated me fully once more. The wet heat of her pussy swallowed me completely, the friction dragged another groan from my throat as I set a deliberate rhythm of long deep thrusts that made the bed shift beneath us. Each time I drove back in her body arched to meet me and a broken moan escaped her that grew louder with

RYDER’S POVI stood up so fast the unfinished jeans nearly slipped from my hips as the name Elena landed like a slap. Surprise and anger collided hard in my chest because there was no reason on earth for her to be at this resort. The honeymoon location had been a complete surprise from the start. I told no one, not even the office staff, and the private jet manifests stayed sealed under my own name. How the hell did she track us here? “I had no idea she would be here,” I said, my voice tight as I fastened the jeans properly and reached for a clean shirt. “I did not tell a single person where we were going. This whole trip was meant to stay private.” Andrea’s arms stayed crossed tight over her chest and her eyes stayed hard on mine. “This is my honeymoon, Ryder Santos. I deserve to spend it without worrying about the bitch who destroyed her own marriage five years ago and now thinks she can waltz back in like nothing happened. I do not know what you are going to do about it, but I w

RYDER’S POVI kept my hand locked around Andrea’s as we moved along the sidewalk and the macaron box stayed pressed against her side. Her steps had turned shorter than before and her head kept tilting just enough to check the people behind us. She never said a word about it yet the tightness in her shoulders told me something still sat wrong with her.I started watching the crowd the same way she did. Faces passed on both sides and most of them stayed ordinary. Then I caught the same man twice in the space of one block. He walked a little too close for a stranger and one hand stayed buried deep in his jacket pocket the entire time. The other hand swung free but the hidden one never moved. His path matched ours almost step for step.Andrea’s fingers squeezed mine once without looking up. I guided us closer to a shop window so I could use the reflection. The man adjusted his pace and stayed with us. My pulse climbed. In a crowded stretch like this a hidden hand could mean anything sharp

RYDER’S POVI woke up before the sun fully cleared the horizon and the suite still sat quiet around us. Soft gray light filtered through the heavy curtains and painted thin stripes across the carpet. Andrea lay on her side with one hand tucked under the pillow and her breathing steady and deep. The sheet had slipped to her waist and the curve of her shoulder looked peaceful in a way that made my chest tighten. I watched her for a short stretch of time, counting the slow rise and fall of her back, and then slipped out of bed without disturbing the covers more than necessary. My phone sat on the nightstand. I picked it up and opened the browser while I pulled on shorts and a shirt. The search for Elena’s video returned nothing current. Every link that had circulated the day before now showed as removed or unavailable. Some pages flashed error messages. Others simply redirected to blank screens. I scrolled through the results twice to make sure I had not missed anything. Relief mixed