The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard Mga Nobela at Kwento

Before the bodyguard could say anything, she said, "How do I look?" The bodyguard answered honestly, "Like a pretty ghost." "Fuck you." Everly ran off without looking back. The bodyguard chased after her. "Ms. Hilton, you're not going to jump off another building, are you?" "Didn't you hear? I have a date with my best friend. Tell that bastard Henry that I'm heading out. If he insists on keeping me inside, I'll slit my wrists." The bodyguard was at a loss for words. He didn't understand why Henry would fall for such a headstrong woman.

The little girl replies, is not a true rejections or curt at all, but rather it was a determination from her. She is trying to reach the book that she wanted by herself, Duchess Cassi Gust is a sensible person and also have a very keen eyes, and she knows for sure that the little girl identity is not common at all, because she is not only dressed nice, but also, she had a Tier 3 bodyguard that were watching over, and that bodyguard has a constant looks on her, and noticed the Duchess approach on the little lady. Yet the Bodyguard instantly knows that the Duchess would not bear harm to the little lady and let her be.

"Yeah, a mad housekeeper who stole her boss' clothes! You're nothing! Mr. Kissinger's orders. Try anything funny, and we break your legs! Don't get in the way if you know what's good for you! Now scram!" The bodyguard grabbed my hair and tossed me onto the asphalt outside the backdoor. For some reason, the chill of the ground sobered up my chaotic mind. I was the heiress of Oliviero International, not some poor woman any bastard could push around. I would make them pay right now. I didn't even want to wait for my dad.

into her seat and handed her coat and bag. "Just stay here and watch." I kicked off my high heels and used two clean chopsticks from the table to secure my hair. I casually glanced at the group of bodyguards. "Are you planning to take me on one at a time, or all at once?" The bodyguards were momentarily taken aback by my boldness. Once they realized I was mocking them, they quickly closed in. Margaret Blackwood shouted, "If you take her out, I’ll reward each of you a million dollars!" She had wanted to get rid of me for a long time, especially after hearing from Isabella Blackwood that Dominic Blackwood seemed to have some feelings for me. She would rather have blood on her hands than let a

“Not Ambrose.” “HA!.... Rum…,” I sighed and shivered as he slid out a bit—. And slammed down, hard and strong. “Not fucking Giles!” He lifted my butt and rammed in once more. “NO ONE!” And pleasure exploded inside me, gripping me hard. ***** I stared at the beautiful heiress. Despite the demure dress she was wearing, her hair pulled up into a sophisticated ponytail, she looked like she had claws instead of human hands. "G-Good afternoon, Miss Goldie —."

His build covered mine, a sense of protection that I never knew existed settled in my heart. And of course, this was seen by everyone there. I was protected and cherished by the billionaire Shaw. Their greedy eyes shone and they quickly extended their claws to me, wanting to take a piece if I let them. They would break me and leave me without a shell just for their gains. But never again! I was here to trample on them like ants. “Mrs. Shaw, you are so beautiful.” “Of course, she is! She is a King heiress and Mr. Shaw’s wife. She can't be less.”

How could there even be a question of love? “But Yvonne, she was willing to risk her life for me before she even knew who I was. How could I not be moved by such pure love?” For a moment, I almost believed him. As the heiress of a prominent family, I had always been calculating and pragmatic. I had to consider my parents, my family, and my responsibilities. I certainly wouldn’t risk my life for anyone on a whim. But we all overlooked another possibility. Even if Victor had been unconscious from the car accident, the custom-tailored suit and Patek Philippe watch he was wearing would have been more than enough to show his wealth and status.

Gabert did not react at all, completely unaware that I had already removed his clothes. The comments said that in this story’s setting, the male lead would only fall for a vicious heiress. In that case, all I had to do was become one. [Splash cold water on him to wake him up later, then whip him until he kneels and begs for mercy, got it?] [Then, step on his face and make him admit he is your dog, understand?] I was taken aback. However, I nodded. I had been given a second chance, and this time, my role was a vicious heiress. I could do it!

Now he came for the nest itself. The moon illuminated the yard brighter than the lamps ever had, bathing the surroundings in a silvery cast. Rage simmered in a controlled heat under my skin. Deep down, I’d known this was coming. Known the heiress wasn’t as innocent as she’d tried to lead me to believe, but I’d fallen for her pillowy lips and silky soft folds. Seeing her in that getaway car was only shocking for the first few seconds. Then I burst out laughing to the surprise of my men, slapping a palm over my forehead at the ridiculousness of it all.

From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist. Up close, the illusion fractured. Her shoulders were tight. Her smile—when she offered it—was carefully rationed. And every few minutes, her gaze flicked instinctively toward the raised dais at the center of the room, where her stepmother presided like a queen over court. Margaux Laurent was radiant tonight. She always was. She wore crimson, the color of conquest, her blonde hair arranged perfectly, her laughter ringing loud enough to command attention. Executives clustered around her, men twice her age nodding eagerly as she gestured