Todos los capítulos de THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Eleanor rolled her eyes dramatically, taking a slow sip from a chipped porcelain mug of instant coffee Teresa had given her earlier."Oh, please, Jane, don't look at me like I'm the villain," Eleanor said smoothly, setting the mug down. "Here is the short version: I hired a private investigator to do a thorough background check on you the exact moment my stubborn fool of a son started kissing you in his executive suite.""Mother!" William barked, his jaw clenching tightly."Come on, William! If I hadn't done that, I would never have known I had a grandson!" Eleanor countered, crossing her legs with regal grace. "My investigator brought back photos of Jane’s family. The second I looked at that little boy’s face, I wasn't looking at a stranger—I was looking at a four-year-old version of you, William. I was so shocked I nearly fainted in my parlor!"Eleanor gestured toward Jane’s frozen mother. "I quietly reached out to Marie, befriended her, and learned the timeline. Leo was born four

Six months later, the soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun glinted across the turquoise waters of a secluded tropical coast. A gentle ocean breeze carried the sweet scent of crushed white gardenias, jasmine, and fresh salt water across the powdery beach, where a carpet of crimson rose petals led straight toward a massive floral arch overlooking the rolling waves.The atmosphere was an exquisite blend of high-society elegance and joyful, uninhibited celebration.In the front row, Allan was practically hyperventilating into a silk handkerchief, looking fabulous in a custom pastel-pink suit alongside his handsome boyfriend, who gently patted his arm. Right beside them, Emma, Julia, and Mia from the VIP department were giggling and snapping photos, while Mr. Miller and a contingent of senior executive partners traded relaxed, warm smiles in their linen suits—a far cry from their usual rigid boardroom attire. Even Victoria and Mike Cavill sat together near the front, sharing quie

Ten years. For ten long, agonizing years, Mike Cavill had pursued Victoria. Ever since their university days in London—since God knows when, because she couldn't even remember a time when he wasn't hovering in her orbit—he had been there. In the beginning, she had dismissed it as a fleeting, playful crush. A wealthy, charming British heir playing his usual games. But then the roses kept coming. The obscure poetry, the sudden appearances at her favorite cafes, the quiet, protective shadow he cast whenever she entered a crowded room. And then, slowly, subtly, he had shifted. He stopped sending the flowers. He stopped dropping off her favorite dark chocolates. He began casually dating high-society women, ev

Mike's jaw tightened, a rare flicker of dark intensity passing through his features. "Why?""Bring me somewhere else... somewhere, Cavill!" Victoria choked out, a furious, hot tear finally slipping down her temple into her hairline as she reached out, clutching the lapels of his wet suit jacket with trembling hands. "Bring me somewhere I can hate you even more!"“Somewhere?” He asked. The sharp London rain tapped against the glass of the town car as Mike stared down at her flushed, tear-stained face."You are drunk, Vic. You don't get to tell me that," Mike rasped, his voice thick with a decade's worth of suppressed frustration. He dragged a hand through his damp hair, his amber eyes burning into hers. "Ten years... ten bloody years you never looked at me. You ignored me, you pushed me away, and now you are asking me to—goddamn it, Victoria!"Underneath the sudden surge of irritation, a dark, electrifying spark lit up in his chest.It worked.The ridiculous plan Jane Pascual had prop

He didn't pull away. He couldn't. Instead, his large hands came up to wrap securely around her waist, anchoring her flush against his chest, holding her tight as her subconscious body settled into his warmth."Mike..." The word slurred, barely shaped, but his name in her mouth stopped him mid-turn.She reached for him. Her fingers found his shirt instead and pulled, she was pressing up against him with the single-minded insistence of the thoroughly intoxicated."Make love to me." The whisper scraped raw against his throat where her lips found skin. "I want you."Her hips rolled. Through the layers of her lace and his wool and cotton, he felt the heat of her, the deliberate friction as she sought pressure against the ache she clearly felt. Mike's breath caught hard in his chest. His hands found her shoulders—meaning to push her back, to create distance, to restore some boundary—and instead his fingers curled, gripping, holding her exactly where she was."Victoria." Her name came out b