The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He had to stood tall even though his heart hurt so much. "Are you sure you can continue the journey alone?" "Yes. I'm not an ordinary girl. I'm Emily Harper, the heiress of the Savior Group, a girl who is admired by many men, and I have minimal sins. Luck is always with me. Even if there is danger lurking, it won't be able to touch me. Even if it's not you, there must be someone else to save me. Besides, I myself am capable though." Prince swallowed. His head nodded slightly. "Okay, then ...."

“Oh, I’m more than okay. I’m slapping myself to make sure that all this is not some kind of daydream, fantasy or imagination “ I replied and she smiled politely. “Madam Selene asked me to accompany you to go shopping when you have rested and ready, “ said the house manager . “Oh , I don’t feel like resting and I’m absolutely ready. Let’s go “ I said to her and she nodded her head “Let me inform the team to be ready “ she said, bowing a little before quietly disappearing and coming back shortly with 10 hefty men in black suits strolling behind her. The sight made my heart skip a beat as I stepped back flashes of my traumatic past coming to my head. The. Bodyguards reminded me of Alpha Aiden’s

He tried to pull back his hand, screaming, "Let me go! You're just some stupid bodyguard! You dare to offend the esteemed heir of the Mendoza family, you're seeking death!" 'Some stupid bodyguard'? Alexander's expression remained unchanged, his palm still tightly holding Hansley's wrist, his voice indifferent, "Mister Mendoza, you seem to have misunderstood. I am indeed a bodyguard, but I am not an ordinary one. I am the head of security of the New Chesire Group, and also one of the top executives of the group. All the details of this business negotiation have been entrusted to me by Miss Chesire." "Most importantly, Miss Chesire is the mother of my daughter and my lawful wife!"

The crisscrossed silver cords barely concealed her breasts, the peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin material, drawing the eye irresistibly. Three guards stationed along the path stiffened as she approached the main mansion. "Can't believe she's the same person who sent the Red Dragon's heiress to the hospital," one murmured, his voice hushed with awe. "She looks so soft, so fragile... not a single muscle in sight. Way better than those lifeless skinny slut slaves in the cells they provide us with." His eyes raked over her hungrily, his grip lightening on his rifle as if to steady himself.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

She slapped her head immediately, what the hell was wrong with her, she should be focused on the competitions and not ogling his body. " I'm sorry but they're not for hire, they're MY bodyguards, you should find someone else to be your bodyguards" Raven said strongly as she eyed the two heiresses. " Who are you to tell us what to do, we want them and we're going to have them, even if we want to hire you as a maid, we can easily afford it" One of the heiresses said with a snort. " Exactly, so stay the hell out of this!"

Sebastian had built his entire professional life on the principle that the body told the truth a person's mouth had learned to manage, and the woman currently posing as his fiancée had a body that told an entirely different story than the one circulating in this morning's press. It started with small things, he might have missed if he hadn't spent eighteen months learning to read Isabella Ashworth with the same forensic attention he brought to a balance sheet not because he distrusted her, exactly, but because trust, in his family, had always been a thing you verified before you extended it. Isabella turned her engagement ring inward when she was nervous, a habit she'd had since the day he'd

The billionaire heiress touches Celeste's arm like she belongs there. I notice her immediately — because I notice everything, because noticing things is how I've stayed alive in rooms full of people who would happily watch me drown. She's young, maybe twenty-five, with dark hair and a smile that's been polished by the best surgeons money can buy. Her hand rests on Celeste's forearm like a claim. Her body angles toward Celeste like gravity. And I hate her instantly. Which would be easier to explain if I weren't supposedly running a con.

Go. I hiss, but he still does not take the hint, so I look over his shoulder and give a slight nod of my head. I am, after all, the Bratva Principessa. The guy shouts in shock as beefy hands grab him and yank him away from me. Then he finds two huge muscled bodyguards staring down at him, 'The Principessa told you no dickhead.'