After The Affair: Falling Into A Billionaire's Arms Mga Nobela at Kwento

Scandal " Hot topic today The Heiress of the Lanston Hotel Cindy Montreal is the lover of Giovanni Monforte, her sister's fiance" The news in the entertainment industry. Cindy is just sipping her champagne on the yacht while watching the beautiful sunset on the ocean. " What a pity!" She giggled as she put down her champagne on the mini table on her side. Cindy gets her phone and immediately dials Giovanni's number. " Darling!" She greeted him in a sad tone.

“It’ll work out, Rae. Fingers crossed.” Before I could respond, Amelia one of Claire’s friends came over. Her eyes were sparkling like she had some big news. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered dramatically, leaning close, “who would’ve guessed you were having an affair with a hot billionaire?” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” Claire tilted her head. “An affair? With who?” Amelia waved her phone. “You’re all over the internet. Haven’t you seen? Look!” I grabbed her phone, heart pounding. There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed

He treated it like currency, like a weapon. And she had given him everything. Until the night she learned the truth. Elara closed her eyes, the memory crashing into her mind with brutal force. Her father… Her gentle, loyal, devoted father had not died of “unexpected cardiac failure” as Damien once claimed. He had been ruined. Financially, Publicly and Systematically. Destroyed by the very man she married. Damien Hale. The man she once loved so quietly, so fiercely, that it hollowed her from the inside.

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

Edward, who was following behind them, felt tense, but tried to maintain a calm demeanor. Melinda began to execute her plan with a carefully crafted story. She told him about Afgan being in the hospital and his serious condition. “Did you know that Afgan was having an affair behind my back?” she asked in a flat voice. Adelia stared at the cunning woman without showing any emotion. “What do you mean?” Melinda folded her arms under her chest. “Afgan was having an affair with a nurse at the time we put him in the hospital because of his unhealed leg.”

“Are nesting. You’re literally nesting in a mansion, pregnant with a billionaire’s baby, surrounded by hot testosterone, and that one butler that looks like he walked off a Calvin Klein ad.” “That’s Carlos. He’s the head of security and Alexander’s assistant.” She blinked. “Jesus. I need a lie-down.” ..... Katie and I curled up on the patio with thick blankets, hot chocolate, and a bowl of Kayla’s ginger cookies between us. The Irish sunset was melting across the sky in streaks of soft gold and rose. “So... this baby. Unexpected?” Katie asked gently. I nodded. “Completely. I didn’t plan this. I didn’t even know if I wanted kids after... you know.”

“Ended? Why? Weren't you the one who desperately defended him, even when I forbade your relationship? We've already planned the engagement, and the invitations are out.” Tears started streaming down Cassandra's cheeks. “Because he had an affair with Selene.” Maxian paused, his jaw hardening. “I caught them together, and they didn't even feel guilty. They just got more blatant. Alaric chose Selene and wanted to get engaged to her.” Cassandra continued, almost sobbing. Maxian swore under his breath, his facial expression full of anger. “From the start, I didn't like you being friends with those random women. But why are you still crying over them now?”

She had hoped their paths would never cross again, but here they were, and Stephanie hadn’t changed one bit. Stephanie smirked at Elarie’s reaction. She was clearly pleased that she had struck a nerve. “What? No witty comeback… sister?” she taunted. “I mean, I always knew you’d end up as nothing. But this?” She gestured toward Elarie’s expensive new outfit. “Who are you sleeping with to afford this? I mean, it’s obvious you’ve had to turn to prostitution to survive, right?”

There’s no time to do my hair so I’ve let it fall in loose waves around my shoulders. Neal is standing by the door, looking flawless in a tailored overcoat thrown over an immaculate three piece suit. His hair is messy and it pinches me to imagine Agatha running her hands through the soft golden locks. He looks every bit the badass billionaire with a penchant for leaving broken hearts everywhere he goes. “Are you okay? You look pale,” Louis steps closer to me and begins fussing over my appearance. “It’s probably the black dress,” I mutter, not taking my eyes off Neal for even a second.