Blue Angel Villa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Survival instincts kicked in, and she jolted away from him, hissing. "Ah, ah, ah." His fingers whispered over her cheek as she met his gaze. "I'm not going to hurt you, Sapphira. Although, I'd love to know why the heir to Venelia is hiding in Bridgewater."

and Luca's hand found the small of my back, light but sure, guiding me toward the car, and the words just died somewhere in my throat. The villa complex sat scattered along a cliff above water so blue it looked fake, whitewashed buildings with dark wood shutters, the kind of quiet that isn't empty so much as expensive. A woman in crisp linen met us at the check-in pavilion, all soft voice and softer smile, already scrolling through something on a tablet. "Villa Fourteen for you both," she said. "Ocean-facing, shared terrace, the honeymoon suite configuration you requested... very private, no one above or beside you for the whole stay."

Valentina looked like she wanted to smile again, but she held it back with irritating professionalism. As the jet began to move, I opened the Villa Miravento file on my iPad. An aerial photo appeared: Los Angeles hills, a distant line of ocean, a large white building with a terracotta roof, a long rectangular blue pool, a wide backyard, a curved driveway, tall iron gates. Villa Miravento. Modern Mediterranean. Beautiful. Too beautiful. The kind of house that made people say “intimate gathering” for an event with sixty guests and eight photographers.

“No interruptions. No work. No family drama. Just you and me for the next ten days, baby. I’m going to fuck you in every corner of this island until you can’t walk straight.” His filthy promise made my thighs clench instantly. I leaned back into him, feeling the hard outline of his cock already stirring against my ass through his linen pants. God, this man. The villa was pure decadence—a stunning cliffside masterpiece perched above the sea. White marble floors cooled my bare feet, floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered uninterrupted panoramic views of the endless blue ocean, and an infinity pool seemed to spill right into the horizon.

The villa stood at the edge of a cliff, modern and commanding, its glass structure reflecting the horizon. The details were introduced slowly. A private beach, dual pools, rooftop lounge, underground vault, and development potential. Silence filled the room at this moment. They all understood that this was not just an island. This was power. The host spoke again. “This asset is open for acquisition.” The first bid came quicker than anyone expected. Then another followed, and then another. The numbers rose again, faster this time. Even more aggressively. Mercy sat quietly, her attention fixed on the screen, then on the people bidding. She could feel the tension in the room. She turned her hea

JUNO Bora Bora, French Polynesia Over-water villa. The flight had been endless, but the second the seaplane touched down on that impossible turquoise water I forgot every ache in my chest. Rhett carried our bags like they weighed nothing, grinning the whole speedboat ride while I stared at the little row of villas on stilts, each one glowing like a lantern over the lagoon. Our villa was the last one, completely private. Glass floor panels, infinity pool bleeding straight into the ocean, king bed draped in white linen facing nothing but stars and water.

Not to a car, but to a waiting helicopter, its blades whipping the air around us. We lift off, the glittering lights of the wedding fading below us, and he points ahead to the dark silhouette of a private jet. We land in Jamaica as the sun begins to paint the sky in hues of rose and gold. The resort is a vision of white stone and lush greenery, perched over water so clear it looks like glass. And it’s his. Ours. Silvan carries me over the threshold of the most breathtaking villa I’ve ever seen, a palace of open air and ocean views. He sets me down gently in the center of the room, the early morning breeze carrying the scent of salt and frangipani.

Just peace. Our villa was a dream. Spacious and airy, with floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto a private terrace overlooking the beach. Two large bedrooms with hammocks and private tubs. The living room had soft couches and a big screen. The decor was minimal, natural materials, soft whites and blues, perfectly complementing the turquoise color of the ocean beyond. Naomi’s eyes widened as she took in the view, a small gasp escaping her lips. She dropped her bag by the doorway and looked around.

This time around, her intentions were pure and she wanted to make up for those six months they've lost. Alice looked around and was mesmerized with the superb interior design of Enzo's Villa. It has change from what she used to know, although this was not the room the stayed before. The interior colour palette drew on aquas, blues, neutrals and soft silver greys which suited Enzo well, the very masculine aura. Then she giggled at her own naughty thoughts. Floor to ceiling windows of the living areas made a strong design statement. But the biggest piece of art was the view looking out across the Gulf and the City's skyline which she bet will look so glinting at night.

I said and held her hand “okay. It's fine by me. But where is it?” “Vitalis Villas in Ilocos Sur Mirrors Magical Island here in the Philippines” “why is the name that long?” “I didn't even complete the name” “what? Complete it then” “Vitalis Villas in Ilocos Sur Mirrors Magical Island of Santorini Greece in Philippines” he said “I'll just stick with Vitalis Villas ” she said and we laughed * * I led her to the room and removed my hands from her eyes. She gasped and covered her mouth