บททั้งหมดของ The CEO’s Replacement Bride: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Aria’s POV We finally left the restaurant, and I inhaled the fresh air like it was some kind of escape from the mental shackles I held myself in over Sophia’s stupid earrings for the past hour. “Drop me off at the country club,” I said, buckling my seatbelt. Nathan glanced over, brow raised. “Why?” “Because I want to enjoy the scenery, Nathan. Is that a crime now?” “Since when did you like going to a country club? I the never seen you in one, I thought you hated it” “I hate a lot of things Nathan, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate good landscaping every once in a while.” He didn’t look fully convinced, but he let it slide, probably too tired from dealing with my earlier meltdown to argue about my sudden love for shrubbery. The drive was quiet, comfortable in a way I was still getting used to. When we pulled up to the entrance, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I felt a knot in my stomach. It felt really good. His lips on top of my head felt

Aria’s POV My phone buzzed against the nightstand, dragging me out of sleep I’d managed to get after last night’s spiral. Liam: Found something, brace yourself. Brace myself? Oh, I’m not going to like this. My heart immediately kicked into overdrive. He sent me a photo. I opened it before my brain even fully caught up, and there it was. An old photo, probably around the time Alexa and Nathan got engaged based on Alexa’s haircut, grinning at the camera at what looked like a dinner. And there, dangling from her ears, catching the light, were the exact same earrings. I sat up so fast I nearly gave myself a head rush. I freaking knew it. I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t spiraling over nothing. I was right, I was right from the beginning. Sophia is with Alexa’s earrings. I texted Liam back, replying that it was the same earring. Liam replied almost immediately asking what happens next. Good freaking question. Now what? Now I had actual proof that Sophia was w

Aria’s POV "Nathan" I groaned, I had this aching feeling in my core, I needed to feel something. He was teasing me. I needed to feel something, I just wanted to cum. "Yes, love?" He chuckles. "Please" Nathan latches his lips on my clit sucking greedily. He hummed against me, the vibration rolling straight through my clit, and I saw stars. His hands locked around my thighs, holding them open when they tried to close on instinct. “Keep them open,” he said, voice rough, lips still brushing me. “I want to see every single thing I do to you.” I forced my legs wider, trembling. He lapped on my clit wildly, dragging his tongue on my clit, circling it slowly as I thrashed around. “You’re shaking already,” he murmured. “Look at you.” "Touch me please, please I need to feel something" I whined. He sticks his finger in my mouth, coating his finger with my saliva. "Can you take it?" He asks, his thumb still brushing over my clit. "Take what?" "I'm going to pu

Aria’s POV “Absolutely not,” I said, backing away from the boutique entrance. “You need new nightgowns,” Nathan said, completely unbothered, already holding the door open. “I have nightgowns.” “You had nightgowns, past tense.” This asshole tore my favorite one. “That’s your fault.” “I’m aware.” He didn’t even have the decency to look guilty about it. “Get in the store, Aria.” “Make me.” He raised a brow, and something about the way his eyes flickered made me immediately regret my choice of words. “Don’t,” I said quickly, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t you dare.” “I didn’t say anything.” “You were thinking it.” “I think a lot of things.” “Nathan.” He just smirked and walked in, leaving me standing outside like an idiot, debating whether my dignity was worth staying out here in protest or whether curiosity would win. Spoiler alert, my curiosity won, because five seconds later I was following him inside, muttering under my breath about controlling husba

Aria’s POV I was curled up on the couch, halfway through a bowl of ice cream that tasted too good, when my phone buzzed. Mom. I stared at the screen for a solid five seconds before answering, bracing myself for whatever fresh chaos this family was about to hand me. “Hello?” “Aria.” My mother’s voice sounded tired, softer than I remembered it being in months. “Can we talk?” My mum wasn’t mean to me or anything when I was growing up, but, like my father, her world also revolved around my sister. Alexa. Their perfect daughter who could do no wrong. Perfect my ass. Hey, stop that! Fine. “Depends, are you calling to guilt trip me into making Nathan fund Dad’s business? Your husband already tried and told him no, and that answer hasn’t changed.” “No, sweetheart. Nothing like that.” Sweetheart. She hadn’t called me that since I was a kid. “Okay,” I said slowly, sitting up straighter. “I’m listening.” “I want you to come over and talk, just the two of us. Your