Tempted By My Best Friend's Billionaire Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 37

ARIAMy breath came in ragged, uneven shards. I lay on the marble floor for several minutes, my skin sticking to the stone, watching the ceiling blur and refocus. My muscles hummed with a dull, heavy ache that radiated from my core to my fingertips. I tried to pull myself together, to find the center of the girl who had walked into this penthouse an hour ago, but she was gone. There was only this, this wrecked, shivering version of myself, coated in the evidence of Julian's possession.He picked me up like I weighed nothing. I didn’t ask where he took me. I just … can’t let myself go from his command.Julian brought me toward his bathroom, a space of white quartz and polished chrome that felt more like a sanctuary than a washroom. The bathtub was an obscene piece of luxury, a sprawling basin of carved marble that could

ARIAThe air in the lobby smelled of white tea and cold ambition. It was a cavern of polished travertine and soaring glass, a space so vast it made the people within it look like ants in a cathedral of capitalism. Julian walked three paces ahead of me, his stride claiming the territory before he even stepped on it. This was his newest venture, a hotel that didn't just promise luxury, but an engineered sense of exclusivity.He stopped abruptly in the center of the atrium, gesturing to the seamless transition where the indoor garden bled into the lobby. "The psychology of the entrance is everything. Most hotels want you to feel welcomed. I want my guests to feel judged. If they don't feel a slight tremor of inadequacy the moment they walk through those doors, the price point is too low."I ran my hand over a waist-high slab of black obsidian. "You don't just want their money. You want their submission."Julian turned, a thin, predatory smile touching his lips. "Submission is the highest

ARIAI stepped through the front door of the house, the familiar scent of coconut sunscreen and expensive candles hitting me like a physical blow. I felt like a stranger in my own skin, a ghost returning to a haunt I no longer recognized.Mika didn't even let me set my bags down. She launched herself from the sofa, a whirlwind of blonde hair and tanned skin, nearly knocking me backward as she wrapped her arms around my neck."You're back! Tell me everything. Right now. Every single, filthy detail."She pulled back, her eyes wide and shimmering with a manic energy. She didn't wait for me to answer; she practically dragged me toward the kitchen island, where two oversized iced teas sat sweating on the marble."First, you need t