Pampered By All Novels & Stories

I guess that comes with having over fifty god mothers and fathers. “She is going to be spoiled rotten,” Amari complains. “You are just jealous that you are no longer the favorite child,” I tease and she rolls her eyes. Lord, I am so happy!

Her delicate features and alluring charm effortlessly embodied the term "breathtaking." "Samantha, you're even more beautiful in person than on screen! Your elegance is truly mesmerizing," gushed another attendee. Compliments poured in like a tide, each one more lavish than the last. Samantha basked in the adulation, her pride evident as she slightly tilted her chin and flashed a confident smile. "Thank you for your kind words. It's an honor to have your appreciation," she replied graciously. To Samantha, being Alexander's companion at such a prestigious event was a clear signal of his interest in her.

“Because if I don’t get pampered soon, I’ll riot.” I agreed easily. The day blurred into indulgence: massages, manicures, hair treatments. By the time we returned home, I felt reborn. After a nap, I dressed for the evening, curious about Liam’s secretive smile. He drove us to a rooftop he’d reserved entirely for us. Candlelit tables glowed beneath fairy lights hung across the open sky, the city shimmering below like scattered jewels. We dined, laughed, teased, and flirted the way we always did best. Liam kept complimenting me, insisting I looked more beautiful than ever. Motherhood, he said, had only made me more radiant, the new curves driving him insane with admiration.

His movements were clumsier and Damian shot out a hand to steady him as he veered dangerously close to the water. ‘Didn’t sign up for this. You could have picked a nice girl from the centre of Athens, boss,’ Takis muttered, his face scarlet as he found his balance. ‘But, no, you had to go for the pampered princess guarded by the dragon. Working for you is never boring.’ Pampered princess. Damian felt a stab of guilt. Hadn’t he made the same mistake? Like everyone he’d been fooled by the image the tycoon had spun for the world. The adored wife. The much loved, overprotected daughter. The happy family.

They pampered her with sumptuous meals, ensuring she never lacked nourishment, and showered her with tokens of affection, from delicate flowers to handwritten letters expressing their hopes and dreams for the future. But not everyone within the pack shared in this overwhelming outpouring of care and attention. Velma, a woman consumed by her own desires and ambitions, had grown increasingly resentful of the attention lavished upon Claire. The whispers and sidelong glances had become too much for her to bear, gnawing at the core of her being like a festering wound.

“Everything okay, Isabella?” I nodded, but my voice was a little shaky. “Yes. Just… the view is beautiful tonight.” Jax stepped closer, his presence commanding. “You’re beautiful,” he said softly, his voice sincere but laced with desire. “Damien is a very lucky man. But sometimes… a woman deserves to be spoiled. To be worshipped by more than one person who knows exactly how to make her feel good.”

The dining hall glowed with soft amber light, chandeliers spilling warmth across the marble floors. Polished silver gleamed on linen-covered tables, and laughter rose in elegant ripples around the room. The dinner was private but lavish, filled with influential faces Liam knew well, partners, clients, associates who thrived on appearances. To them, he and Amara were the picture of sophistication: a powerful man and his stunning partner, a couple whose very presence commanded admiration.

Chapter 16 Uninvited Guest Amara's POV The morning sunlight streamed slowly through the windows, illuminating Damian’s penthouse beautifully. Everything about his luxurious home screamed wealth...from the sleek furniture to the glass floors that seemed to gleam effortlessly. But as I sipped my tea at the dining table, my mind wasn’t on the luxury surrounding me at the moment. It was all on Sisi.

"And you're the best mom in the world, you're perfect for them. And he meant it, without hesitation, without hesitation. Amaya was everything I could need, everything I could possibly need, everything I ever hoped for in life, the greatest joy and my perfect complement. Gemma, who was in the pool with her husband and son, was right to tell me that she would be the best thing that could happen to my life. He was absolutely right. —When do the other lovebirds arrive? —asked Pamela who came with a tray of mojitos and we took them.

Everyone turned their attention to him. Oh goodness, what does he want to say now? "Good evening, everyone," he began, his voice booming with authority. "First, I want to thank all of you for being here tonight. This celebration is special because it honors my daughter, Pamela." He looked over at Pamela, who sat with a faint, forced smile, still holding her cup tightly. "Pamela is not just beautiful, but strong, courageous, and full of heart. She has the power of a true Alpha's daughter, and her heart is pure, always thinking of the pack before herself."