บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Unwritten Promises: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The next morning, the chaos didn’t just wake me up; it practically vaulted onto my rib cage.I was barely conscious, tangled in my sheets, when my bedroom door creaked open. In bounced Leo. He was freshly bathed, smelling like my mother’s lavender baby soap, and wearing a ridiculously cute t-shirt with a giant British flag plastered across the front. He took one look at my bed, let out a silent, joyful gasp, and began scrambling up to jump right next to me.I smiled, rubbing my eyes—until I saw where his wide, curious eyes were drifting. He was staring at the walls. Specifically, the walls of my childhood bedroom.Oh, shit.In the absolute madness of yesterday's arrival, I had completely, catastrophically forgotten to take down the relics of my youth. There they were. Poster after poster. Sean looking smoldering in a leather jacket from his first blockbuster. Sean holding a smoking gun from his sequel. Sean’s face, blown up to life-size proportions, staring directly back at his actu

By the time the sun began to dip behind the historic townhouses, painting the London sky in dusty shades of amber and violet, my feet were absolutely screaming. My family and the neighbors had finally drifted ahead, Liam leading a sleepy, biscuit-stuffed Leo by the hand while my parents argued with Lana and Julius about which pub had the best Sunday roast.I fell back, dragging my feet, my chest heaving with a long, exhausted sigh.Sean noticed immediately. He slowed his long strides, falling into step right beside me. He had finally pulled the pink mask down to his chin, letting the cool evening air hit his face, though the ridiculous fuzzy hat remained firmly on his head."Tired, love?" he teased, his deep voice sliding effortlessly back into that smooth, gravelly London accent. He nudged my shoulder with his. "I thought a proper British girl would have more stamina for a stroll through her own territory.""I have plenty of stamina, McGregor," I muttered, crossing my arms and refus

Victoria was Sean’s high-powered, ruthless talent manager—the kind of woman who wore six-inch stilettos to breakfast and treated everyone like peasants. She was also, quite famously in my personal mental diary, the absolute bitch who had been trying to eat Sean for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the last three years. She hid her predatory instincts behind a veneer of "brand management," but I knew a vulture when I saw one.I let out a long, exhausted sigh and slid the bar to answer, bracing my central nervous system. "Christy. It's Lyka. We're currently mid-flight—""Lyka, thank God, I don't care about the altitude," Victoria’s sharp, grating voice sliced through the speaker before I could even finish my standard professional greeting. She sounded frantic, but with that annoying, calculated edge she always used when she wanted to assert dominance. "Put Sean on. Right now. We have a massive, catastrophic situation with the autumn schedule, and the studio is threatening to pull the

"No! Sean," I hissed, leaning across the desk the second the judge stepped back to chat with Marcus. I poked his chest, ignoring the way his tailored suit jacket felt beneath my fingertips. "We agreed to never involve my family in this madness, remember? I don’t want them thinking this is some sweeping, true-love romance. They’re already naming my nephew after you! If they find out about a marriage—even a civil one—they’ll be planning a renewal of vows at St. Paul's Cathedral by Tuesday. No. We are not telling them about this contract."Sean rolled his eyes, a thoroughly amused smirk on his face. "Lyka, your mother already treats me like I’m her long-lost son. I don't think a piece of paper is going to change her aggressive hospitality.""You don't know the Forth family when a wedding is involved," I warned, though the heat in my face wouldn't die down.We officially signed the papers, the scratch of the fountain pen finalizing the one-year deal. After that, the tension broke into a

A sudden, frustrated spike of adrenaline hit my chest. The gold ring on her finger was supposed to mean something, even if we had signed a contract. If she could get jealous over a staged lipstick mark in a trailer, why was she looking at me right now like I was a stranger standing at a bus stop?A petty, reckless thought took hold. If she wanted to play the detached, professional PA, I was going to push her buttons until she broke."Actually, Victoria, I think the collar is fine," I said, my voice dropping into a smooth, charming register that I knew carried across the quiet set. I didn't pull away from her hand. Instead, I leaned in slightly, flashing Christy a lazy, devastating smile. "And Aya, you look spectacular. How was your shoot?""Oh, it was exhausting, Sean," Aya squealed, instantly taking the bait and wrapping her hand around my bicep. "You absolutely must come to the wrap party tonight. I told the producers you'd be my guest.""Is that so?" I chuckled, deliberately lettin