The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m yours completely, Bodyguard Daddy. Guard my womb every night. Own me in every risky place. I’ll beg for your cum forever.” He kissed me fiercely, eyes dark with final, unbreakable possession. “Good. Because this is our new reality, Sofia. Protected. Bred. And completely mine.” The glittering city watched silently as my dangerous bodyguard claimed his princess for good.

“You asked what I am doing here and why I called you? It’s because the man I love is here tonight, too. I mean, he has always been by my side, protecting me for years. Who would have thought that a spoiled heiress like me would fall for her bodyguard?” “Your bodyguard?” I asked, and she nodded in response. ”A man with no title, Aurora. A man my father would never accept,” she said, her eyes shimmering with a sudden, raw vulnerability. “So you see? I am not here because of the goodness of my heart. I am here and helping you because if you and Leon can break the rules—if a human and a Prince can make everyone talk so much about them—then there is a chance for me, too.”

This was my world, the world I'd abandoned to be loved by a man who never loved me back. "There are the Blackwells," Adrian murmured, appearing at my side like a shadow. "Front and center, just like you wanted." I followed his gaze and there they were. Damien in his best suit, looking uncomfortable and out of place among real money. Margaret dripping in jewelry that probably cost more than she could afford now, her financial troubles already beginning to show. Jessica was pouting in a dress that tried too hard. And there she was. Victoria. She was stunning in red, standing too close to Damien, with her hand on his arm.

she said, her voice dripping with faux curiosity. “That’s none of your business.” Her smile faltered, but she recovered quickly. “Is it because of her?” I stiffened, my eyes narrowing. “Her?” “Yasmin,” she said, almost accusingly. “Is she the reason you’re so obsessed with this partnership? The heiress in Las Vegas—you think she’s like Yasmin, don’t you?” The mention of Yasmin’s name was a slap to the face. I snatched the whiskey glass from her hand, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. “Leave.”

Countless well-trained bodyguards dressed in black suits stormed the Stone residence, surrounding John, Nancy, and Belinda at top speed. The lead bodyguard stepped forward and slapped Belinda hard across the face. "Shut up! Do you even know who you're talking to, you evil woman? The man standing before you isn't some ordinary steward—he's Wilson Quill, the sole heir to Quill Group!"

I snatched the gun, pointed to Carlos and fired without even aiming. I, Emily Arquette! The billionaire heiress, noble daughter of a noble businessman Timothy Arquette... Had just shot my business partner to be. All for a bodyguard.

After a long moment, she pretended to be calm and raised her arm, reaching out to grasp the shoulder of the bodyguard in black. She appeared composed, but the bodyguard in black, whose shoulders she was clutching, could distinctly feel Miss Jian's tremors. The black-clad bodyguard recognized Miss Jian Tong - he couldn't believe, that the woman in front of him, now so disheveled and low, was the once proud and vibrant heiress of the Jian family. Rising on her tiptoes, Jian Tong's ashen lips, trembling, moved closer to the lips of the black-clothed bodyguard before her...

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

My body belongs to only my husband now so how. As I looked at the picture closely, I noticed that there was something odd. The body was a bit smaller than mine and the lady had a tattoo on her back. I don't have any tattoos on my body so this can only mean one thing. I raised my head and stared at John in anger. He had a smirk on his face and I needed no one to tell me that he did this. He's trying to make me look bad in the presence of grandma so I won't be qualified for the position of heiress and I won't let him succeed in his stupid plan.