The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard Novels & Stories

I sat down and level my face to the man, one of my bodyguard. "You are crazy. She is the only heiress and I am very aware that the girl you saw have an exact features Caitronia has. You must be kidding." I said. I am waiting for my bodyguard to tell me that he is just joking but I am just fooling myself. This man is not like that. This bodyguard of mine is telling me a very important thing. "But ma'am, I am telling the truth." He insisted. "Don't let Caitronia leave the underground. Together with her mother. Got it?" I asked to the bodyguard who is still kneeling in front of me.

His possessiveness, ignited by the passionate night they had shared, surged within him like a tidal wave. "No one else can have her. She's mine.!" The intensity of his feelings both surprised and overwhelmed him. He has never experienced such a visceral reaction to someone before, and he couldn't fathom the idea of someone else claiming her affections. He called James, one of his bodyguards. "I need to know where she is, now!" His voice, usually composed and commanding, now held a note of desperation. His bodyguards, seasoned professionals who had witnessed their employer in various states, recognized the gravity of the situation. This wasn't just about protecting their billionaire boss; it

She tapped the article, bringing the high-resolution photograph to the center of her screen. It was Xavier. He was dressed in an immaculate, custom-tailored black tuxedo that emphasized the sheer, imposing breadth of his shoulders. He looked terrifyingly handsome, his expression a mask of cold, untouchable authority. But it wasn't him that made Hazel’s chest physically ache. It was the woman standing next to him. She was breathtaking. She wore a shimmering silver designer gown that clung perfectly to her statuesque figure. Her dark hair was swept over one shoulder, and she was smiling radiantly at the cameras. The article identified her as the heiress to a massive telecommunications empire.

I know she's definitely wondering if this is the Liam she met yesterday. He took another puff and directed his attention back to me, his blue eyes gazing at me in ways I can't fathom. It feels like a deadly gaze, at the same time, it looks seductive and emotionless. This guy keeps me wanting more; he's like a mystery box with different wraps that I was eager to open, but the more I open, the more wraps I encounter. "Billionaire Heiress Isabella Sinclair appointed popular Pop star Rage as her new bodyguard," he said boldly while maintaining his usual deadly glare at me.

"I am going to ask you one question. And you have to answer me even though it might sound like the craziest thing ever." He leaned closer, staring at her eyes in the close gap. "Are you my bodyguard, Vic?" he asked. Her knees shook uncontrollably. Since she assumed Victoria's body and got back together with Martin, she had one simple desire. She hoped Martin wouldn't realize who she really was. But now, he stood before her, asking the one question she dreaded hearing. Victoria looked down, her lips parting as she softly uttered, "No, that's not true. You must be mistaken to think that I, the heiress of the Red family, would be just a bodyguard."

Steffy replied worriedly. The young man on the bed had quite a good reputation, but he did not want him to be the next Alpha Don. His master, the heiress, should have all the rights. He vowed before the young girl’s mother that he would protect her little daughter, thus, he was so much willing to go with her even to the ends of the earth. “Your friend was kidnapped.” Tiffany was not able to maintain her composure now. “Fuck!” she cursed loud enough to make George’s ear burst.

In one swift motion, I slide an arm beneath her thighs and another around her back, scooping her up effortlessly. A sharp yelp escapes her lips as she wriggles in my arms. “What the hell are you doing? Put me down, you grumpy bastard!” She squirms, her body pressing against mine, but I hold her firmly as I stride down the hallway. "If you don't put me down, right now—." "Or what?" I tease as I glance down at her. "What're you going to do, Heiress?" When her lips press into a thin line, I chuckle lightly. "Don't make empty threats, Heiress."

I guess she must be desperate to get married to him. I mean, who won't? But sorry for them, because he belongs to only me. They can only claim him with words, but I already claimed him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. “ That applies to you. Just take a look, your bodyguard is staring at you with such loving eyes. Who would have thought that you would be sleeping with your bodyguard and also want to claim what's not yours?” I assumed through the look in her bodyguard’s eyes. His eyes were only fixated on her alone.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

Humiliated, the bodyguard left the spacious living room in a rush. Chris and Ms. Leila glanced at each other. With the look on their faces, it's like telling each other that Ms. Heidee's attitude is really disgusting. Not minding the two anymore, Ms. Heidee quickly sat down, fixing her blonde long hair. Her big dangling earrings are dazzling with gold stones. Her denim skirt is already short but she pulled it up to show her long and flawless legs. But she didn't stop there. She removed her oversized cardigan to show off her doll-like upper body. In a tight sleeveless top, her sexy figure is perfectly emphasized, revealing her big breasts, seductive curves and snowy skin.