Inside Affair Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Emmeline's nails dug so hard into her palms the skin nearly broke. The implication was clear, designed to make her feel like just another temporary body in an endless parade of conquests. But the sheer audacity of the woman standing before her ignited a vicious spark of defiance. "You know… I've read a lot of books about priestesses." Emmeline tilted her head, raking a slow, deliberately unimpressed gaze over Elainna's flawless figure. "They're usually described as holy. Pure. Above the sins of the flesh." Elainna's serene smile remained, though her eyes sharpened.

Then it’s just us gathering papers, the air thick with everything we’re not saying. “You’re impossible,” Promise says quietly. I look up. His professional mask has cracked. “Am I?” I rounded the table, stopping just close enough to see his pulse hammering in his throat. “Or do I just want things you’re too afraid to reach for?” His jaw tightens. “This isn’t about…” “Isn’t it?” My voice drops. “We’re not talking about markets anymore, Promise.” His breath catches on his name. “Mateo…” The door swings open. Jennifer from Accounting, apologizing, grabs a folder. Promise moves past me so close his sleeve brushes mine, and I catch his scent, cedar, that’s been driving me slowly insane for months.

Opening it silently, I strained for signs of anyone else in the hotel who might recognize me or who I may know. Throwing caution to the wind, I stole down the hall, my feet lightly pattering on the marble floor as I hurried down to the bookshop. I looked around and found one I thought was fitting for the occasion: Lady Chatterley's Lover based on the title because I felt I could relate with her but half not trusting myself not to give in to the lust-filled pages and half gleeful with excitement, I chose the book and headed back to my suite. Shutting myself in the bedroom, I curled up on the oversized chair again and got lost in its pages.

I was used to the chaos, the noise from my landlord whenever he came back home, Amy coming in at early hours just to give me a gist of what I hadn't experienced yet. I grabbed my phone from under the pillow, time to call Amy. She picked up on the second ring, her voice thick with sleep. "Amy” “Dumb ass, what the hell? Who calls someone at 3:00 AM?” she said. “Whatever, I'm in a mansion. Like inside. You need to see this place.” I rolled on my tummy, dragging the sheets. “ Guess what? Levi's slate is Sexy as fuck!! That man is a walking sex. Like illegal hot. The media don't do justice to him.

I tore my concentration away from her fingers, back to my book. Before I could register what it was she was trying to do, she already had her fingers inside shirt, palm flat on my stomach, her other hand steady on my waist. I gasped at the contact, not exactly sure why I was reacting to her like that. She caught me. “God... Jade, what are you doing?” My voice came out breathy, on edge, so on edge. “Reading a book, you?” She said calmly like she wasn’t setting my whole skin on fire, like she had no idea what she was doing to me. The innocence in her voice only made me hotter and frustrated.

Once we’re inside my private wing, I kiss her hard against the wall, hands slipping under her hoodie to find warm bare skin. “Wait,” I say, forcing myself to pull back before we lose control completely. “I want to show you something first.” I lead her through the rooms like I’m handing her pieces of myself. The bookshelf crammed with worn novels and old naval maps. The leather chair I collapse into when insomnia claws at me. The balcony where the city lights blur into something almost peaceful. She trails her fingers along my desk, then picks up the half-finished pencil sketch of a rose I doodled during a mind-numbing council session.

Minutes later, I could hear sound from the room and I knew something was going on already. I told my friend everything he has been doing, though she suggested that I inform my parents, but I insisted, because I need no stress They walked out of the room, their faces flushed and their clothes disheveled, I pretended not to even see them, to avoid any interaction. "Darling, is this the lady you were forced to marry?" The woman in which Nathan brought in, asked. "Yes, she is the one, she looks weird right?" "Yes, very, I can't wait to be staying in with you"

“Oh, come on, Jane. Don’t pretend to be all noble and innocent. We both know that your father wasa petty thief, and Matthew bought you as his little trophy wife to free your dad. That’s how you ended up here, isn’t it?” My jaw tightened, and I struggled to keep my composure. “You don’t know anything about me or my family,” I snapped. “So stop acting like you do.” “Oh, but I do,” she said, her voice low and dangerous now. She took another step closer, until she was right in front of me, her eyes boring into mine. “I know exactly how women like you operate. You play the innocent, devoted wife, but deep down, you’re just trying to secure your place in this family. But let me make something very

Aaron snapped. My face hardened as I muttered chillingly, "A filthy man like you who is desperate to catch his wife having an affair while he proudly flaunts his mistress doesn’t have any shame anyway. So, take your mistress with you and get the hell out of my sight right now." I stepped inside the room shutting the door firmly behind me. I strode towards the bookshelf and pressed the switch hidden behind the books. A soft click echoed through the room. The bookshelf rumbled as it slid aside, revealing a concealed door. I pushed it open.

And I was even more impressed when I opened the contents of the book. “Wow... I didn’t know you would go this much into detail. This is kinda impressive.” I commended as I read through the file. On the paper were different pictures of ladies and their personal information such as name, occupation, and even their body structure information. I was astounded by the intricate details being displayed by each lady and I couldn’t help but wonder how Enrique did it. “Damn... you sure put a lot of effort into this. Why didn’t you join the security agencies?” I asked but he laughed and scratched his head embarrassingly.