The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard Mga Nobela at Kwento

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.

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.

I groaned, trying to stand. Ethan smirked, he opened his mouth to say something but shut it. “One in need, to be precise. I mean, the heiress of a multi billionaire organization is lying in the arms of a mere bodyguard,” I chided, my elbow pressing against his thighs just to lift my body. He seemed to have noticed my struggling because he pulled me up, so that our eyes locked. “A bodyguard that makes her spread her legs wide on his shoulder,” he mocked, breaking eye contact with me. His tender gaze roamed my face, resting on my lips.

My next shift was the following day and I hoped she wasn't mad at me then. As per routine, we were to hold a meeting every week on better ways to protect the heiress. As the team leader of her security detail, it was my responsibility to hold these meetings. We sat in a hut-like structure in the middle of the estate, where there was a large wooden table and bamboo chairs. The estate always seemed to mesmerize me with all its elegance and the good thinking in the designs. The bodyguards of Chantelle were in attendance— Jordan, Becker, and Logan. For some reason, Chantelle decided to join in the meeting and she was making things difficult for me. I was beginning to think she still held a grudg

She inquired. " Yes, sweetheart, I have hired bodyguards to guard the place. By the way, I'd like to introduce you to your bodyguard. Ellie! Please come here first." He calls for a magnificent and tall woman with a body fit for a bodybuilder. She also approached them right away.

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.

To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business… And each must secure a fiancé from a reputable family to strengthen the Brooks name. For three months, Nina worked like her life depended on it—because it did. Sleepless nights, endless research, countless drawings. This was her chance to finally prove she belonged in the family. That she wasn’t just the adopted child. That she was worthy. But the chance had slipped through her fingers. Clara, her half-sister, had stolen her project. And now she stood there acting like a saint.

"Come. I want to show you something." She placed her hand in his, his grip firm but not warm, and allowed him to guide her toward the main sitting room, spacious, lined with tall windows that overlooked the estate grounds. Halfway there, Zade stopped as if he remembered something. He turned slowly, his attention shifting back to Ryan. His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful. "Have we met before?" Zade asked. The question hung in the air. Ryan didn’t hesitate. "Yes. I’m your fiancée’s bodyguard."

He held me tighter. “Count on it, baby.” We disappeared into the night — two people on the run, covered in each other’s scent, his cum still warm inside me, and a future that was dangerous, uncertain, and completely ours. I had started this as the protected heiress. I was ending it as the bodyguard’s woman. And I had never felt more alive.