روايات وقصص ضمن After The Affair: Falling Into A Billionaire's Arms

“You will get used to it.” “Will I?” she whispered. He didn’t answer. --- That evening, she sat on the edge of a massive bed, staring at the marriage certificate lying on the bedside table. Her name beside his. She pressed her face into her hands. What have I done? The door pushed open. Adrian entered, suit jacket gone, towel tie loosened around his waist.He looked less like a billionaire now, more like a man, hidden in shadow. “You will move your things here tomorrow,” he said. “I will send someone to collect them.”

I like that I had someone to call DAD. “I have news, my girl,” he said, sitting on the bed beside me. My eyes lit up, and I watched him, waiting. “I found the connection you were looking for,” he said, and I nodded enthusiastically. “It seems affairs are quite rife here.” he shook his head, and those words startled me even though I tried to maintain a calm composure. The kiss I had shared with Blaine could not be considered an affair, right? We were both in the process of getting a divorce from our spouses.

I sat on the bed, staring at my trembling hands. "Baby, talk to me! Whatever you think you heard, I swear it’s not what it seems!" Lies. All of it. "I love you!" His voice cracked. "Please, don’t do this." I squeezed my eyes shut. Eventually, the knocking stopped. I heard him sigh heavily before murmuring, "We’ll talk tomorrow." Tomorrow. There was no tomorrow for us. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and started packing my suitcase. Then I took a hot shower, let the water wash away the filth of tonight, and cried myself to sleep.

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist—only the steady rhythm of his breathing, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the sheets, and the way his arm draped over her possessively, as if even in sleep, he refused to let her go. Then, the sharp vibration of a phone shattered the peaceful morning. Adrian groaned, his face still buried in the pillow, as he blindly reached for his phone. Sophia, still drowsy, watched him with a lazy smile until he suddenly stiffened. His brows furrowed, the sleep clearing from his eyes as he stared at the screen. "What is it?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow. Instead of answering, he turned the phone toward her. "Billionaire Adrian Blackwoo

Her tone was overly friendly, almost saccharine. Relief washed over Emmeline. It turned out Yuna didn't know about the affair - yet. Before Emmeline could even begin to formulate an excuse to get the hell out of there, Yuna closed the distance between them. She rose on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Zavian's neck and pulled him down into a rough, demanding kiss that had Emmeline's stomach plummeting straight down to her feet. Because inexplicably, instead of shoving his wife away like any decent man would when caught red-handed having an affair, she saw Zavian anchoring Yuna in place as he returned the liplock with undisguised hunger.

Six months and two million dollars and my family's debts gone and then I walk away with more money than I had ever seen in my life. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw my arms around this cold, blunt, unfairly handsome stranger and scream because this morning I had been standing in a bridal suite in a lilac dress I hated crying about a life I was losing and now— I raised my head to look at him. He was looking at his phone, completely unbothered. The kind of man who had just arranged someone's entire life over a fifteen-minute car ride and found it mildly administrative. Six months, I thought. Six months and then two million dollars and freedom. He has absolutely no idea what he just signed

I felt conflicted as I tried not to text him back, my hands clicked away on the keypad wanting to tell him where I was when the TV came up showing his engagement with a young heiress. His smile was so wide that I clenched on the phone. Thorns pierced through my heart, wriggling it in until I slammed the phone against the TV, making sure it had a dent on his face. My hands slipped on my stomach when it ached. He had never smiled at me that way, he had …my eyes went dim when I felt a trickle down my leg and a shriek raced out of my lips as I dropped to the ground, darkness enclosing me.

His made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the room. That night, he spent an obscene amount of money on me. We talked for hours, his eyes never leaving mine. "I’ve fallen in love at first sight," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I want to marry you, Sasha." I couldn’t believe my luck. Even though I came from a rich family and already had a fiancé, the idea of marrying a billionaire was intoxicating. Andre was charming, and his attention made me feel like I was living a fairy tale.

he closes the distance between, and I am praying to the big guy up there that Romeo doesn't notice the secret smile he is sending my way. "What's this?" Romeo asks, reaching out for the file. "Goshen Grande has a little bit of undone projects and I wanted to let you go through the files before I'll either cancel it or continue from where he stopped... that's if you think it's a brilliant idea." He explains, and Romeo is too busy flipping through the file to notice how the dude is staring openly at me. I used to believe that one-night-stands remain buried in the memories of a drunken night. So why exactly is the guy I fucked a month ago standing right here...with me and Romeo?

She let out a yell. "God! Fannie Nobody could sabotage my professional reputation. It was nothing more than a kiss, and a kiss certainly won't end my career, "I retorted, feeling annoyed. "After that, there will no longer be a problem with that. How many warnings have I been given in total?" "Are you familiar with the gentleman you kissed?" Fannie wanted to know what was making my forehead scrunch up. "Why should it matter to me who he is?" Incredulous, Fannie hissed and scoffed at the assertion. "His name is Inigo Dusk, and he is widely considered to be one of the most successful billionaires in the entire world."