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BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son
BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son
Penulis: Goodluck Charm

Chapter One

Penulis: Goodluck Charm
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-09-08 15:57:22

FLORA'S POV

     I had spent nearly the entire day in the kitchen, sweating over a stove. This wasn’t just any meal; this was the Kensington family memorial feast. Cooking was my therapy, my happy place—unless I was doing it for people who saw me as the human equivalent of a smudge on their designer shoes. But this time, I was determined to blow their heads off, even if they would probably still complain that the soufflé wasn’t fluffy enough.

Jayden’s family began to file into the dining room, taking their places around the long, intimidating table that looked like it belonged in some Gothic castle. Today marked the first anniversary of Mr. Kensington’s passing, Jayden’s grandfather. The old man had died of heart failure, though, knowing this family, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had faked it just to escape their company.

The Kensingtons were loaded—like, "buy a small island without blinking" loaded—and they had never accepted me as anything more than the gardener’s daughter who somehow fumbled her way into their precious family. Why? Well, out of all the perfectly groomed sons-in-law and daughters-in-law they had, I was the black sheep, the odd one out—the one who made them choke on their caviar when I walked into a room. My marriage to Jayden was the result of an unfortunate series of events, mainly involving a scandal that rocked their pristine reputation. It was less of a romantic union and more of a "damage control" situation.

Jayden never loved me. I, on the other hand, had fallen for him harder than a clumsy waiter with a tray full of drinks. From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I was a goner. So, for three years, I lived in this marriage, holding onto hope and enduring their cold shoulders because I was too stubborn to let go of the dream.

Everyone had arrived, including some of the family friends who I was convinced were just there to gawk at the poor, unfortunate soul who dared marry into the Kensington clan. Everyone, that is, except Jayden. Of course, he wouldn’t miss his grandfather’s memorial. He had already missed our third wedding anniversary last week—oh, and when I reminded him, he said I was nagging. Classic. I stared at my phone, debating whether I should call him or just text him. 

Just as the first course was served, Jayden sauntered into the room. My heart stopped immediately. It didn't stop because of Jayden, but because of the person beside him. He walked into the room arm in arm with his ex, Melissa Pembroke.

Melissa—the woman whose name sounded like a designer perfume and who looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. She was the daughter of one of Jayden’s grandfather’s business partners, and they had been an item before my "unfortunate incident" happened. Melissa left shortly after our marriage, but now she was here again like a bad sequel.

“Oh, my, oh my,” Lisette, Jayden’s mother, gasped, her voice dripping with fake delight as Jayden led Melissa to the table. “Look at you!” She practically launched herself out of her chair to hug Melissa, who was grinning widely.

I grabbed a glass of water and downed it like it was something stronger. The whole family treated me like I was the gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe, but Lisette—oh, Lisette—she took it to a whole new level. She hated me with the intensity of a thousand suns. I could hear her voice in my head, her favorite insult: “Even a college certificate doesn’t make you worthy.” She reminded me of this every time we met, which was probably why I had the urge to pour the water over my head and cool off.

“Oh, mother,” Melissa cooed, her voice like syrup poured over sugar, “You look as beautiful as ever.”

Lisette glowed as she kissed Melissa’s cheek like she was her long-lost daughter. And Jayden—oh, Jayden—smiled as he pulled out a chair for Melissa right next to him, like they were filming some twisted rom-com. Not even a glance my way. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to keep my composure. Was this the reason he had slipped out of the memorial service early? To fetch Melissa, his golden girl?

“When did you get back, honey?” Lisette asked as soon as they were seated, her eyes practically shining with admiration.

“Oh, I’ve been back for a while,” Melissa replied, waving a perfectly manicured hand dismissively, as if her absence had been no big deal. “I went abroad for my master’s degree after the...unfortunate incident.” She gestured in my direction, clearly marking me as said "incident." “But now, I’m back and ready to run my father’s company. Jayden and I are partnering together.”

“Wow!” Lisette clapped her hands together. “You two always were a perfect match.” Her voice practically dripped with satisfaction, as if she had just discovered that diamonds grow on trees.

“Thank you,” Melissa replied with the grace of a pageant queen, her eyes doing that subtle side-eye thing that made me want to throw my drink in her face. And then there it was—the smirk. The kind that said, "I’m back, and I’m better than you."

The time had come to eat, and I waited with bated breath, secretly praying that someone would choke on their food—not fatally, just enough to make them rethink their life choices.

Jayden’s aunt, Lydia, was the first to break the awkward silence. “Did you make this, Flora?” Her tone was skeptical, like she was asking if I had tried cooking with actual ingredients this time instead of, say, cardboard.

“Yes, I did,” I replied, forcing a smile so wide I could feel my cheeks twitching.

Lydia made a face that suggested she had just tasted something from the depths of culinary hell. “Well, it’s... interesting. Not quite what we’re used to.”

I felt the sting of disappointment, like a slap to the face with a wet fish, but I plastered on another smile. “I can bring something else if you don’t like it.”

Jayden’s cousin, Jason, snickered, leaning back in his chair like he was king of the table. “Yeah, maybe something edible next time.”

And that’s when the table erupted in laughter, like he had just told the funniest joke in the world. My eyes stung, but I blinked back the tears. I glanced over at Jayden, hoping for some kind of support—a nod, a smile, maybe even just a raised eyebrow. But no, he was too busy laughing with the rest of them, his shoulders shaking as if he had never heard anything funnier in his life.

I had slaved over that meal. Every bite, every dish was my attempt at proving to them that I was more than just the gardener’s daughter who somehow married into their prestigious family. I glanced around the room and noticed that despite their snide comments, everyone else seemed to be enjoying the food. But Jayden’s family? Oh, they would always find a way to make me feel like I was serving up reheated leftovers.

“I’m so sorry if this isn’t up to your taste, Melissa,” Lisette said, her voice dripping with false concern. “We should’ve hired a professional chef.”

Yes, they should have. But no, they didn’t, because, in their eyes, I was the help. Ever since I married Jayden, I had become the family’s personal chef by default—just like my mother before me. They didn’t see me as a wife, just as someone who could whip up a good soufflé when needed.

I began to fill my plate with food. But before I could even take a bite, Lisette, my ever-so-lovely mother-in-law, chimed in. 

"Salad, dear," she chirped, her eyes twinkling with faux concern. "Stick to the salad." 

I blinked, wondering if I had misheard. "Excuse me?" 

   "Wouldn't want to expand that waistline any further, would we?" Lisette said to the air, blatantly ignoring my confusion.

I sighed in defeat and dropped the plate, filling another plate with salad, and started stuffing it into my mouth. 

The party dragged on, and I watched Jayden play the perfect host with Melissa draped over his arm like she was a designer accessory. They greeted guests together, laughing and smiling like they were lovers. Meanwhile, I stood in the shadows, the invisible wife. Most people didn’t even know Jayden was married—he didn’t wear our wedding ring, so why would they? And I had to endure all this because of the benefits this marriage gave to my family.

I’d had enough of watching their little reunion tour. I needed to tell Jayden the good news, hoping it would shift his attention back to me, even if only for a moment. As I approached him, his smile faded, and he looked at me like I was a mosquito buzzing in his ear, just waiting to ruin his perfect day.

“Jay, I need to speak to you,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the knot of nerves tightening in my stomach.

“Flora, I’m busy right now. Whatever it is, it can wait,” he replied, not even bothering to look me in the eye.

"Jay, I'm pre—"

“Oh my God!” Melissa exclaimed, clutching her stomach like she had just been shot.

Jayden’s attention snapped away from me as if I had suddenly vanished into thin air. He rushed to her side, his hands on her shoulders, his voice full of concern. “Are you alright?”

“I think something I ate didn’t agree with my stomach. Ouch!” Melissa winced, making a show of it, her face twisted in pain.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Jayden said, his voice dripping with concern as he hovered over Melissa like she was a fragile piece of china about to shatter. “Do you want me to take you home?” His words were all gentle and sweet. 

Meanwhile, I stood there, watching the drama unfold. I knew Melissa was putting on a show, milking the situation for every ounce of Jayden’s attention. She was as sick as a cat lounging in the sun, but try telling that to Jayden.

"Jay, I need you to listen to me—"

Jayden whirled around to face me, his eyes narrowing as if I had just suggested something outrageous, like serving pineapple on pizza. “Can’t you see she’s sick?” he snapped, his voice low and venomous. “Must you make everything about you? You don’t always have to show how vile you are. Melissa is a friend I haven’t seen in years. Let me catch up with her,” he growled through clenched teeth, his frustration radiating off him like heat from a furnace.

With that, he turned his back on me and led Melissa away, leaving me standing there like I was the villain in some twisted soap opera. I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill, refusing to let them see me break. Instead, I plastered on a fake smile and walked back into the party, pretending everything was fine—because what else could I do? Scream? Throw a cake at someone? Tempting, but not today.

After what felt like an eternity of pretending to enjoy the festivities, I realized I hadn’t seen Jayden or Melissa for a while. My gut twisted with suspicion, but I pushed it down, telling myself not to jump to conclusions. Maybe they were just talking. Maybe he was explaining how much he loved his wife... right?

Yeah, right.

Exhaustion hit me like a freight train, and I decided it was time to call it a night. After all, I’d been on my feet all day, even after discovering this morning that I was pregnant. A little rest sounded like heaven. But as I climbed the stairs and opened the door to our bedroom, what I saw made my blood freeze in my veins.

There they were. Jayden and Melissa. On our matrimonial bed. They weren’t naked, but the way they were tangled up in each other’s arms, lips locked. On. Our. Bed.

For a split second, Jayden’s eyes met mine, and I saw the flicker of guilt in them. But whatever excuse he was about to spit out, I didn’t want to hear it. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I slammed the door shut and ran. I ran like my life depended on it, tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision.

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Blessings Ezekiel
I can’t be with a cheater
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Dark Mage
I hate cheaters. Makes me want to get my damned axe. Please don't call the cops on me!!!
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Serenity love
cheaters makes me sick. if you don't love someone anymore, y not tell them.
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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Two

    FLORA’S POV The next morning, as soon as I opened the door, there he was—Jayden, standing like an angry statue by the doorway. His face was twisted in fury, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack. Before I could even say a word, he barged into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “What was the meaning of that last night?” he barked; his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. I stared at him like he had just sprouted a second head. Seriously, had he finally lost it? Folding my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, Jay. Why don’t you tell me?” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “You left the party and locked yourself in here just because you saw me and Melissa in the room?” I couldn’t help the sarcastic chuckle that escaped my lips. “Oh, you make it sound so simple, Jay. I walked in on you and your ex making out on our matrimonial bed. What did you expect? For me to hand you both a round of applause?” “If you had let me exp

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Three

    FLORA’S POV "Well, well, if it isn’t the Kensington housewife," Melissa sneered, leaning against the wall like she owned the place. Her designer outfit screamed sophistication, and that smug expression plastered on her face made me want to disappear into the floor—or better yet, shove her into a broom closet. "What are you doing here, Flora? Delivering Jayden's lunch like a good little servant?" I clenched my fists, mentally counting to ten. Reacting to Melissa was like giving a toddler a sugar high—she thrived on it. "I’m here to see my husband," I said, my voice calm and composed, though inside, I felt like a shaken soda can ready to explode. Melissa’s eyes gleamed with malice as she straightened from the wall. "Husband?" she scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "Oh, honey, is that what you call him after you trapped him in that pathetic excuse of a marriage? Everyone knows you’re nothing more than a glorified nanny in his life." My cheeks burned with embarrassment, bu

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Four

    FLORA’S POV “What the fuck!” Jayden’s voice sliced through my sleep like a sharp blade, jarring me awake, but I kept my eyes closed, hoping if I stayed still long enough, he would go away. But he started tapping my leg, each tap more insistent than the last. With a sigh, I finally opened my eyes and met his gaze—his face was a mix of fury and disbelief. “You’re still sleeping?” His tone was harsh, almost accusatory, like I had committed some great crime by daring to stay in bed by this time. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow. “What is it, Jay?” I asked, even though I knew exactly why he was waking me up. “You should be awake, picking out my outfit for work.” His words were clipped, the frustration evident. “I told you I’ve got an important meeting today, Flora.” I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling a knot tighten in my chest. I knew what I was about to say wouldn’t go over well, but I was done letting it slide. “You didn’t tell me an

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Five

    JAYDEN’S POV ‘I want a divorce.’ Those four words had been running laps in my head all morning, like some mental marathon I didn’t sign up for. Since Flora dropped that bomb on me, I couldn't shake the thought. How? How could she want to walk away from everything now? I paced my office restlessly, trying to piece together what the hell went wrong. This wasn’t just a personal mess—it was a business nightmare waiting to happen. If things got ugly, it would blow up in our faces, and the company would take a hit too. I couldn’t afford a scandal at this moment. My mother would disown me before she let that happen. And, honestly, I wasn’t ready to lose Flora. She had grown on me, like an old habit I didn’t know I would miss until it was gone. I hadn’t exactly been eager to marry her at first, but after three years, marriage does something to a man. Flora—well, she’s a good woman. Obedient, hardworking, humble. She’s never in my way, never seeking the spotlight, and most importantly

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Six

    ALEX’S POV “I’m just tired of these women thinking they can snag a piece of my fortune. Do they even marry me for love?" I grumbled, heading over to my wine storage. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pulled two glasses down, and started pouring. “Three divorces in four years. I mean, come on, that’s insane, right?” David, sprawled out comfortably in front of me, grinned like he found my misery somewhat amusing. “Your fantasies are what’s crazy, man. These women aren’t lining up to be subdued, you know?” I handed him a glass, shaking my head. “I’m not forcing them into anything.” I poured generously into my own glass. “I lay it all out, upfront. They know exactly what they’re signing up for. So why do they bail after just a year? It’s like they hit an expiration date.” David knocked back his drink in one go, barely tasting it. “This is exactly why I’ve stayed single. I’m not getting dragged into that kind of circus.” David had been my closest friend for as long as I can remember. Eve

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Seven

    FLORA’S POV I was downright baffled when someone from Le Jardin—one of the most expensive restaurants in Rockshire showed up at the Kensington estate with a food delivery. Apparently, it was my husband’s order. Now, I had never had the pleasure of tasting their gourmet meals, though I had always been curious. Maybe I even daydreamed about it. I almost texted Jayden to ask why the servants were suddenly arranging and decorating the dining table like we were hosting royalty. And why he felt the need to drop a small fortune on restaurant food when we had a fully staffed kitchen. But then I remembered—he stopped replying to my texts ages ago. Honestly, why bother? For all I knew, it could’ve been another Kensington family dinner, where everyone gets together to blatantly judge the rest of Rockshire. Frankly, I wasn’t up for it tonight. I was already preparing to fake an illness, maybe something dramatic enough to keep me locked away in the bedroom while they critiqued the world on

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Eight

    FLORA’S POV The next morning, I woke up later than usual, dragging myself into what had once been our room—mine and Jayden’s. I needed to gather a few things before I finally walked out of the Kensington estate for good. Thankfully, Jayden wasn’t in there. The last thing I wanted was to face his half-hearted, “I’m sorry, babe” apology attempt, which would barely qualify as an apology. Last night, I had locked myself in the guest room, cried until I fell asleep. And not those cute, single-tear movie sobs either—it was the ugly kind of crying that leaves you exhausted. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I cried so hard. Maybe it was because I knew it was the last time I would shed any tears over my soon-to-be ex-husband and his unbearable family. Even though I was the one asking for the divorce, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I had loved Jayden for so long—aside from my dad, he was the only man I ever truly cared for. And yet, here I was, realizing he had been cheating on me with

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Nine

    FLORA’S POV The harsh brightness of the room hit me the moment I opened my eyes, making me wince and squeeze them shut again, waiting for the ringing in my ears to settle. For a brief moment, I felt like I was floating, weightless, but my entire body ached like I had been thrown down a ten-story building. Something warm touched my arm, and then I heard a voice—a voice I knew too well. “Oh my God, you’re awake. You made it.” I blinked a few times, staring up at the ceiling, slowly piecing together where I was. My head felt heavy, but I managed to turn it to the side and saw my mom, her bittersweet smile tinged with tears. She rubbed my arm gently, like she was trying to ground me back to reality. “Mom?” I croaked; my throat dry. “What are you...?” My voice trailed off as memories flooded back. The last thing I remembered... I glanced down at my body, panic creeping in. Then I looked at my mom, her eyes silently pleading with me to stay calm. She nodded, trying to reassure me. “Yo

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  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Seventy

    JAYDEN’S POV Melissa was sitting by the vanity table when I walked back into her bedroom. She looked like she had a good cry. Good, because she would be shedding more than tears soon. I couldn’t believe all that Levi had told me, and all that I had found out in these past few days. After Levi spilled the truth, I didn’t waste a second. I dragged him straight to Oregun to confirm it. I had contacted my lawyers mid-flight. My security team had flown with us too, just in case Levi tried to pull something. The whole way there, I expected him to back down; to admit he was lying just to get money out of me. But no. if anything, he looked excited to expose her. Melissa glanced at me through the mirror, then quickly looked away like she wasn’t ready for any conversation with me. I had left Rockshire for days without telling her, after all. “You’re back,” she muttered, voice low. “Mhm,” I responded, not moving from where I stood. I was still trying to figure out where to start with her. I

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Nine

    MELISSA’S POV “You’re just good for nothing, aren’t you?” my father’s voice boomed through the phone. His tone was razor-sharp. “Why do you always act so impulsively? Did you expect me to hand you a round of applause after this nonsense?” I gritted my teeth, holding the phone tighter than necessary. “You wanted this,” I snapped back. “I just grabbed the opportunity!” “Can you hear yourself?” he shot back with disdain. “What about your damn wedding to Jayden? This was supposed to come after the wedding. You’re supposed to marry him first, then bring them down. Now you’ve gone and thrown the whole plan out of order!” That was when it hit me, like a slap across the face. I had screwed up. Big time. I had been so consumed by my obsession with ruining Flora that I completely forgot the wedding was supposed to come first. I shut my eyes and let out a shaky exhale as reality sunk in. How could I have been so stupid? Jayden wasn’t even going to talk about any wedding until this investigat

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Eight

    FLORA’S POV I had completely lost track of time. Curled up in the corner of the sofa, as far from the window as I could get, I hugged my knees and tried to untangle the storm raging in my mind. I was confused, devastated, and absolutely terrified. My phone had been ringing nonstop until I finally turned it off. Right now, the only thing I crave is peace and quiet. I had cried so much that my tear ducts seemed to have staged a protest. Now, all that was left was this hollow ache in my chest as I stared blankly into space. My mind was running a marathon, a thousand thoughts vying for attention, but none of them was helpful. A loud bang at the door jolted me out of my thoughts. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest, and I scrambled off the couch, my pulse racing like I had just heard a gunshot. I quickly glanced at the video doorbell screen. Two men were struggling by my door. My stomach dropped. I inched closer to the door, my hands trembling. When I listened closely, I realized one

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Seven

    ALEX’S POV I sat in my car, parked across the street from Flora’s apartment, my knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel. Reporters flooded the place like predators waiting to pounce on their prey. My pulse was pounding hard enough to make my head throb. This entire situation was a nightmare, ridiculous, fabricated, and blown completely out of proportion. This was precisely what I had wanted to avoid, the reason I insisted on keeping our relationship discreet for now, until she had stood her ground enough. But here it was, splashed across every news outlet, feeding the public a story so salacious it didn’t even matter if it was true. Flora was no “siren” seducing her way up the corporate ladder, as they so gleefully painted her to be. Yes, she had worked as my assistant, but Bennett Fashion wasn’t even under my direct control, it was my mother’s domain. Vicky had been the one to see Flora’s talent, to recognize her brilliance, and to reward her hard work with opportuniti

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Six

    MELISSA’S POV I perched on the twin couch next to Lisette in the living room, feigning interest in her endless parade of wedding decoration samples. Her overly polished nails pointed at floral arrangements and seating charts while my thoughts danced gleefully elsewhere. My heart wasn’t racing from nerves, it was a pure mixture of excitement and triumph. Finally, Flora Roberts was getting the heat she deserved. And better yet, she was going down faster than I had even dared to dream. “Are you even listening?” Lisette’s sharp tone snapped me back to the present. I turned to her, unable to suppress the smug grin spreading across my face. “Have you seen the news this morning?” Lisette’s perfectly carved brows furrowed slightly. “Does it have anything to do with Kensington?” “Kind of, but it isn’t in a very bad light," I replied casually, savoring the moment. "It’s about Flora. The media’s tearing her apart, calling her out for the manipulative gold-digger she is. This is the per

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Five

    FLORA’S POV I stepped out of the cab, clutching my handbag, and crossed the street toward our apartment building. Mom had called earlier to let me know she was off to work, so I knew I would have some quiet time to myself before heading to the office. It was a little past 8:00 a.m., on Monday morning, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I recounted my weekend with Alex. It had been a memorable weekend indeed. To think I had been skeptical when Vicky announced I would be going to the business conference in the company of Alex. I was practically dreading it. Now, I wish every work trip could be just the two of us. Business and... well, pleasure. The familiar dingy reception area greeted me as I walked in, exchanging pleasantries with the elderly caretaker before heading upstairs. Our apartment was on the first floor, making the elevator unnecessary, but as I climbed the stairs, my phone buzzed incessantly. I fished it out of my handbag and saw Jolly’s name flashing on the screen. Sighing

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Four

    JAYDEN’S POV The city lights shimmered like scattered stars outside my hotel window. I leaned against the glass, my forehead pressed to its cool surface as I tried to untangle the mess of emotions. Sleep was very far from me tonight. Seeing Flora again wasn’t supposed to feel like this, like a sharp knife twisting in the wound of my own mistakes. How could I have been so blind? If only I had seen her potential back then. If only I hadn’t let class, status, and my family’s obsession with appearances dictate my choices. Flora could still have been my wife and the most celebrated, rising designer standing by my side tonight. The way people fawned over her tonight made me realize I had truly lost a good thing. But the way she smiled at me tonight gave me a ray of hope. Should I pursue her more? Maybe persistence would make her see me again. But regretting losing Flora was one on the list of my problems right now. I sighed heavily, looking back towards my bed where my laptop sat

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Three

    FLORA’S POV Alex planted soft kisses on my forehead after another mind-blowing lovemaking session. I was thoroughly and completely spent, my body was a blissful heap, and I loved every second of it. Now, he held me in his arms, cuddling me. I couldn’t even tell how long we had been here, lost in each other. “Do you feel good, flower?” Alex murmured, his voice tender as he brushed his lips against mine. I nodded, as a lazy smile tugged at my lips. “I feel great.” “It’s time to take proper care of you,” he whispered into my ear before slipping out of me and getting out of bed. “Come,” he said, extending his hand. I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me upright before scooping me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, anchoring me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. Tonight had been intense, and my body was exhausted in the best way possible. Alex seemed to understand everything I was feeling without me needing to say a w

  • BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son   Chapter Sixty-Two

    FLORA’S POV “Can you untie my hands now?” I asked as Alex pulled away from the kiss, leaving my lips tingling with the aftermath. “Your hands stay tied,” he murmured. Then, he spread my thighs. He withdrew the vibrator, the slick sensation sending a shiver coursing through me. His finger trailed up the sensitive line of my core, and a jolt of pleasure rippled through me, scattering like sparks into every nerve. I slumped forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder, my heart pounding. "You’re drenched,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The deep timbre of his voice felt like a caress all its own. A moment later, his finger plunged into me, coaxing a gasp from my lips. “You want me, don’t you?” His finger slid out, only to return with an intensity that made my legs tremble. “Answer me, baby girl,” he demanded, his voice tinged with a rough edge that sent a thrill through me. “Yes, I want you,” I panted against his shoulder. He groaned in satisfaction

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