Novel & Cerita Spicy Chapters In The Deal

SOPHIA'S POV The rest of the day passed in a blur, though I couldn’t recall anything I had actually done. I spent hours pacing my room, staring out at the sprawling Moretti estate, and running through every possible outcome of Luca’s proposition. Marry him. The words echoed in my head like a bell I couldn’t unring. When I accepted this job, I knew I was stepping into a world that was nothing like my own. But I had never imagined this—a contract marriage to a man who ruled his world with an iron fist. A man whose very name inspired fear.

I rushed into the office, grabbed the plate of spaghetti, and threw it directly into the trash. Rachel immediately made it as if she was going to grab it back, but she purposely put her hand under the falling noodles so that the steaming hot sauce would scald her hand. Then, she screamed in pain. Aaron immediately pulled her away and ran her hand under running tap water. He kept talking to her in a gentle voice, trying to calm her down. "How could you be so dumb to try and stop the spaghetti with your bare hands?" Rachel turned to Aaron with her watery eyes and said, "B-But you made me that spaghetti yourself…"

Anthonio said to Miss Mars and she nodded and went out. “Decide?” Peter squinted his eyes this time and Anthonio took out the document going through it. “Yes. I will take my time to decide if this deal presented to me is worth the company's money.” Peter's fist clenched at his side and he inhaled softly trying to calm himself. Anthonio was still going through the document slowly and Peter watched him– thoroughly. Anthonio also looked up, his eyes meeting him. “What?” Peter shook his head and turned to leave but not before he glanced over at Anthonio again.

- End Of Chapter 2: Spilled & Mafia Women -

Chapter 30: The Unraveling Evie's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the oppressive silence. The booming voice echoed through the cavern, a chilling pronouncement that sent shivers down her spine. Her desperate plan had failed spectacularly. Instead of cleansing the Wellspring's core, she had fractured it, unleashing an even more potent darkness.

"How long have you been watching me?" "That's three questions." He sounded smug. "You broke the deal." "I don't make deals with criminals," I said. "I make arrests." He smiled in the dark. "Relentless. Is Paul an ex? A fiancé?" "None of your business." "You used to be with him." The words were more statement than question. "I didn't say that." "He broke your heart." "As if." I scoffed. "You broke his." "You don't get to narrate my life, Santiago." I rolled my eyes. "And again, this isn't your business."

After all, they were legally married, so there was nothing wrong with this. Keith was waiting for her to carry on her task, however, the little bunny was having trouble with herself and his patience was wearing thin. Not having the patience to wait anymore, he put off the stick he was smoking, stood from the couch, and took a slow stride to her with eyes roaming over her body lustfully. He trailed his fingertip from her chin down to her cleavage sending shivers down her spine. Perhaps, she wasn't in her rightful senses when she struck a deal with him.

I whispered, as though to fan the flames of anticipation into a slow inferno. Daniel's gaze seemed to pierce through my own, the intensity with which our eyes caught fire making me shudder. "I have to take Arrow company papers and burn them to ashes," his words were thick with earnesty, as if conveying an image of wildfire and havoc, giving me goosebumps down my spine.

I shyly smiled, I couldn't bring myself to look at him because if I did I was going to start thinking of the things we did this morning. Looking out the window to see where we were going it looked like the rich part of town, I'd never seen so many skyscrapers in one place before. I felt a hand on my lap but it was immediately removed "Sorry I was just trying to reach for the dashboard" That little contact gave me butterflies. We finally arrived at Chikky's restaurant and it was nice and aesthetically pleasing, it looked like a five-star restaurant. We were welcomed by a waitress, it looked like Mr. Collins was a regular here because the waitress knew him and knew where to lead us to.

“Mrs. Hurlington?” Maverick explained further, “Yes. You must know about the scandal involving her ex-fiancé's cheating with her stepsister. Now, he's again bothering Victoria, so I'll get rid of him. And the key to one of the ways to do that is in your hands from your past.” “You don’t need to remember it. You just need to pretend to remember it. I’ll tell you.”