Todos los capítulos de The Maids Triplet For The Cold Executive: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 25

Sienna’s POV I pressed my spine against the icy concrete pillar, biting my lower lip to keep my ragged breaths silent. The bank paper in my pocket felt heavy against my ribs, a ticking bomb waiting to explode. "Sienna." Damon’s voice didn't shout. It was low, flat, and absolute...cutting straight through the dark basement corridor. His boots clicked against the floor, unhurried, steady, and relentless. He wasn't searching. He already knew where I was. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, squeezed my hands into tight fists, and stepped out from behind the pillar. Damon stood five feet away. His hair was damp from the shower, his dark gray dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. In his hand, he held the black keycard holder I had stolen from his nightstand. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a lethal mix of fury and raw, possessive tension. "Give me one good reason why you are down here," Damon said, taking a slow, delib

Sienna’s Point Of View The evening of the Sterling Charity Gala came with huge crowds, bright lights, and loud music. The whole estate ground was completely transformed. Big glass lights hung from high white tents in the yard, soft music played near the water fountain, and hundreds of rich guests in black suits and fancy dresses walked across the grass. Upstairs in the big master bedroom, I stood in front of the tall mirror on the wall. My breath felt short and tight in my chest. I wore a long green dress that reached all the way to the floor. It was a gift from Damon. It fit tight around my waist and fell smoothly down my legs. Bright diamonds sparkled around my neck, but to me, they felt like nothing more than a cold metal chain. The door opened, and Damon walked into the room. He looked big and very handsome in his sharp black tuxedo. His dark hair was brushed back neatly. But his dark eyes had that same cold, hard look they always carried. He walked right up behind me, stepping

Damon's Point Of View The grand ballroom of the estate was cleared in less than ten minutes. I stood on the stone terrace, my hands gripped so hard against the railing that my knuckles turned completely white. Down on the lawn, the bright party lights were shut off one by one. Rich guests hurried toward their expensive cars in total shock, whispering among themselves about the sudden attack. My shirt was still unbuttoned at the throat where I had ripped off my black bow tie. The smell of gun smoke and damp earth still hung heavy in the night air. "Damon," Carter said, stepping out onto the dark terrace with a heavy tablet computer in his hand. His face was grim, carved from hard lines and deep worry. "The perimeter sweep is done. The intruder climbed over the west wall and disappeared into the state forest before our backup could cut him off. He left nothing behind except a broken branch and footprints in the mud." "That is not enough," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, vibra