All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING DREAMS: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Nash's POV The room was too quiet when I opened my eyes. My arm swept across the mattress, expecting to find soft, warm flesh, but I met empty sheets instead. I sat up abruptly, the duvet falling to my waist. The king-sized bed was empty. "Damn it," I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. Her scent lingered everywhere—sweet vanilla mixed with the dark, heavy musk of the hours we’d spent tangled together. It was infuriating. No woman had ever walked out on me. They usually lingered, waiting for a phone number, or a grand gesture or money. They always wanted money and I had enough to go around. But she had vanished completely, no note, no nothing. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, my muscles tight and aching in a way that reminded me vividly of how hard I’d taken her last night. She hadn't given me her name, and in the heat of the night, I hadn't cared. Now, it was driving me insane. I remembered her curvy full hips, the soft flesh of her thighs, and t

Nash's POV "The community board is stalling, Mr. Waylon, but the demolition permits are secured," Viktor, my lead director, said from the other end of the table. "If we press the city council on Friday, we can raze Oak Street Kindergarten to the ground by next week." I sat at the head of the boardroom table, a glass of cold water untouched in front of me. Every word out of Viktor’s mouth felt like nails on a chalkboard. My mind wasn't on the multi-million-dollar deal, nor was it on the board's projected profit margins. My mind was entirely consumed by Noelle Grayson. I could still feel the imprint of her soft thighs when I gripped her in my hands against the elevator walls. I could still smell the lingering vanilla scent on the lapels of my jacket. I had spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, consumed by an addictive, terrifying hunger to bend her to my will until she surrendered completely. "Mr. Waylon? Should we proceed with the council briefing?" Viktor asked, adjust

Noelle's POVMy heart was still hammering against my ribs, echoing the terrifying events of the past twenty four hours. I sat huddled on the edge of the plush leather sofa, my fingers trembling as I clutched a warm mug of tea I couldn't bring myself to drink.Just yesterday, the police had marched in with an arrest warrant, accusing me of stealing half a million dollars from the school's purse. The scandal had exploded across the internet overnight. News networks called me a thief, posting my picture next to headlines that shattered my reputation. Nash’s legal team had managed to stop the police from throwing me into jail, but the public damage was done. My career, my passion, and my name were completely ruined.The elevator chimed and Nash stepped out, looking towering, broad, and fiercely dark. He threw his suit jacket on the chair and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, rolling his sleeves up to reveal his thick, muscular forearms. His dark eyes locked on mine, filled with a terrif

Fire.Noelle's POVThe cold, howling storm outside the small cabin made the room feel warm and safe. Nash lowered me gently on the sofa near the unlit fireplace and followed me closely, blocking out the rest of the cold world.He didn't rush. For the first time since I met him, the terrifying, ruthless billionaire had completely dropped his cold armor. His dark eyes were filled with a soft, raw devotion that made my heart race."You're shaking, sweetheart," Nash whispered, his deep voice thick with emotion.He sat beside me and reached down, carefully removing his soaked suit jacket and wet shirt, exposing his sculpted body I'd come to adore so much. Then, with shocking gentleness, he pulled the damp blanket off my shoulders and dried my wet hair with a soft towel from the bathroom. His large, warm hands moved over my shoulders, my neck, and my arms with a tender care that made tears of relief pool in my eyes."I thought I lost you," he rasped, leaning down to press a soft, lingering

Noelle's POV Cold, damp air woke me from the heavy darkness. My head was pounding violently from the chemical smell, and my throat felt bone dry. I tried to lift my hands to rub my aching eyes, but a sharp plastic edge bit into my wrists. I was sitting on a cold concrete floor, my hands bound tightly behind my back. I opened my eyes, blinking away the blurriness. I was inside a massive, abandoned warehouse. Dust motes danced in the dim light streaming through broken high windows, and the smell of rust and old oil filled the air. "Look who finally woke up," a cruel, mocking voice echoed off the high walls. I turned my head quickly, my heart hammering against my ribs. Saul was standing a few feet away, wearing a sharp grey suit, holding a silver tablet in his hand. Beside him stood three towering men in full gear, carrying heavy automatic rifles. He looked every bit like Nash. So identical you could mistake one brother for the other. But that was for someone who didn't know t