Novel & Cerita Rebecca Novel Adaptations

Today wasn’t the day to stress about her feelings for Gabe and what she was going to do about it, and especially what she was going to say when she explained to him why she had to lie to him. An hour ago, Rebecca took the fake Lady Sarah out to stroll through town with one of the servants. Emmie was invited—which surprised her greatly—but she declined. How could she enjoy Brighton when her mind would be preoccupied? But now as she paced her room, she rethought her answer. Perhaps she should have gone with Rebecca and Anna after all. At least she could have had something to do besides sit, pace, and create daydreams of how things would transpire with her mother.

“She wants you, Damien. Badly. I told her she can have you… while I watch.” Damien’s cock twitched. “You’re really willing to share me with her?” Selene smiled wickedly. “I want to see you destroy her pussy the way you destroy mine.” Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Rebecca stepped inside wearing a short black dress that hugged her full curves. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were already hard against the fabric. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Rebecca whispered as Selene closed the door behind her.

Rebecca was the first person I noticed the moment I walked in, the woman that had invaded my dreams and mind. The first and last time I had seen her before she walked into my study had been at my wedding. She was just a little teenager back then, a bright little blonde girl who looked like the brand ambassador for the color pink. Her father had tried to introduce her to me, but her eyes were fixed on my wife's glass heels, she didn't spare me a glance. My late wife had found her cute and couldn't stop talking about her even though Rebecca barely said a word to her or even looked at her too.

A piece of her must feel disgusted knowing that the look is one of hungry lust from an immortal. “We’ll be down in a minute,” I promise. Beau tightens his jaw. It looks like he wants to say something else, and based on the look on his face, that ‘something else’ probably involves moving away from his new prize. Instead he gives a clipped nod and leaves. Rebecca rolls off the bed. There are a few deep bruises around her wrists and ankles from being held in captivity. They’ve had a few days to heal, however, and the color has deepened to a shade that’s reminiscent of a molded eggplant.

Blake was actually planning to murder his wife. "Rebecca, we have to call the police." "No!" Rebecca said quickly. "We can't do that." "Why not?" "Because Blake will know I told you. He'll kill me too." I looked at her closely. She seemed genuinely terrified. "Then what do you want me to do?" "I want you to help me save Adeline," Rebecca said. "I want you to help me get her away from Blake before he can hurt her." "How?" "I don't know," Rebecca admitted. "But we have to think of something. Fast."

I stopped, watching a few women in expensive gowns trade scornful looks. “Rebecca was always meant to be head curator. What right does she have to fight for it?” “Exactly! The Don and Rebecca grew up together. A perfect match. Then this little painter shows up out of nowhere and steals the fiancée spot. Rebecca hasn’t said a word, and she’s the one throwing a fit?” Little painter. My fingers tightened around my glass. “Besides, Rebecca was the one working the collectors day and night for this auction. She was gone half of last month. Who knows what she was up to.”