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Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet Fifty nine
Belle's POV I couldn’t sleep.No matter how much I tossed and turned, pulling the covers tighter around me, sleep refused to come. My mind wouldn’t shut off. It was like a tangled web of thoughts, each one more confusing than the last. Zane. The wedding. Kamille and Amanda. My family. It was all swirling together, a constant reminder that I had run away from everything, but it had followed me here, clinging to me like shadows in the dark.With a frustrated sigh, I threw off the covers and sat up, feeling the cool air hit my skin. The hotel room was quiet, but the silence felt suffocating. I needed to get out, even if just for a brief stroll. Maybe the cool night air would help clear my head.I slipped into the hotel’s provided robe and padded barefoot to the door, stepping into the hallway. It was dimly lit, with the occasional flicker of light overhead. I walked aimlessly until I found myself at the end of the corridor, where a small balcony overlooked the city below. I stepped outs
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Dave's POV It was another day, but it still felt like hell. No amount of alcohol or distractions could drown out the harsh reality staring me in the face. Millions of dollars were lost, and it was all because of one person: Zane Caruso. First, Belle humiliated me by leaving me at the altar, and now, with the drug shipment gone and the warehouse reduced to ashes, the situation was spiraling out of control. Investors were jittery, questioning the stability of our operations. The emergency stakeholders meeting was looming over me like a guillotine.I stood at the base of the grand staircase, straightening my tie in the mirror before making my way up. The house felt cold, like it had been stripped of its warmth and soul. My mother was waiting at the top of the stairs, already dressed in her sharp, tailored corporate suit—a sleek black blazer that hugged her narrow frame, matched with a pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, her makeup fl
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Belle's POV The balcony suddenly felt too hot and too small with Zane standing there. It wasn’t the balcony itself, but the air between us—heavy, charged, suffocating. My chest tightened as I tried to blink back the tears that wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to cry, not now, not in front of him, but it was like a dam had broken inside me, and I had no control anymore.Zane watched me, his dark eyes full of concern, and I hated how much I wanted him to fix everything, even though I knew he couldn’t. This wasn’t something anyone could fix. I felt raw, exposed in a way I hadn’t expected. I thought running would solve everything, that distance would make it easier to forget, to move on. But seeing him here, in front of me, only made my feelings for him sharper, more painful.More intense and fucking uncontrolable.“Belle,” he continued, his voice low and gentle, but I shook my head, pressing my lips together to stop another sob from escaping. I couldn’t bear the softness in his tone, the wa
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Zane’s POV“I’m sorry, Belle,” I whispered, the weight of my words heavy in the quiet of the night. “I’ll leave you be for now. I didn’t mean to make things worse.”My voice sounded hollow, even to me, and I hated how much it felt like defeat. But what else could I do? I had already done enough damage. I turned away from her, my heart pounding as I walked toward my room. Each step felt heavier than the last, like I was trudging through mud.The VIP section was eerily quiet, more than usual. It was a stark contrast to the storm raging in my mind. Maybe that’s why I noticed it—how still everything was. It gave me too much space to think, to question whether I’d said the right things or if I had just messed up everything even more. Did she hate me now? Had I pushed her too far, saying things that made sense only to me?I reached my door, fumbling with the key card, trying to slide it into the reader while my thoughts swirled in chaos. I told myself that I’d just pretend to sleep, maybe g
Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet Sixty three
Belle's POV Zane's lips on mine felt like a spark igniting something deep within me—something I hadn’t known I was missing until this very moment. The world seemed to blur, leaving just the two of us, wrapped in each other's warmth and longing. His kiss was tender yet urgent, his hands gripping me as though he was afraid I might vanish again.Without breaking the kiss, Zane lifted me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, holding him as tightly as I could. My fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth moved against mine, sending waves of warmth coursing through me. Every inch of my body hummed with a desire I had tried so hard to suppress, but now it was impossible. This was real. He was real.I felt the soft fabric of my nightwear hike up beath the robe I wore over it as he carried me, his strong arms supporting my weight as if I weighed nothing at all. My heart raced, not out of fear, but anticipation. The door to his room was already ajar, and he nudged it ope
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Zane’s POVI felt Belle’s breath against my neck as she gently shifted on top of me. My pulse raced, a mix of desire and disbelief settling deep in my chest. After everything we’d been through, the moment was undeniably ours. Her soft fingers trailed along my arms, her touch light, yet electrifying, and I felt a slow smile tug at the corner of my mouth. It was impossible not to feel the tension melt away, replaced by a heady anticipation.“What did you just say?” I asked with my voice bearing a gentle humorous tone.Belle leaned closer, her lips brushing against mine with a teasing softness, and I couldn’t help but reach for her waist, grounding myself in the feel of her skin under my hands. But then, she pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, a hint of confidence I hadn’t seen before glimmering in those depths."It’s my turn," she whispered, her voice low and husky. The sound sent a ripple of excitement down to my groin, yet I held back, wanting to savor every second
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Belle’s POV The soreness in my body made itself known the moment I stirred awake, a dull ache spreading through me, but it was a reminder of last night—of the passion we shared, of Zane’s touch, of how perfectly we fit together. I couldn’t help but smile, letting the memory of it wash over me like a warm, comforting wave. Still half-asleep, I reached out to snuggle into the heat of Zane’s body, only to find cold sheets next to me.My eyes fluttered open, instantly searching the space beside me. He wasn’t there. I sat up, a rush of worry flooding my chest. Where is he? I scanned the room, my heart beating faster with each passing second. The space was quiet, too quiet, and I suddenly felt a knot form in my stomach.Had he left?I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet touched the cool floor as I stood, and my eyes caught sight of the robe from last night lying discarded nearby. I quickly picked it up and wrapped it around my body, tying the belt
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Zane’s POVThe cool air of Paris brushed against my face as Belle and I stepped out of the hotel and into the sun-dappled streets. The morning was alive, vibrant, and buzzing with a low hum of activity. A strange mix of excitement and calmness settled inside me as I glanced over at Belle, her golden hair catching the morning light. She looked radiant, more at ease than I’d seen her in a long time, and the sight of her like this—happy, comfortable—made my heart swell.We walked down the cobblestone streets, and I let my hand casually brush against hers, the simple touch enough to remind me that this moment was real. We hadn’t talked much since that electrifying shower, but it felt right. Words didn’t seem necessary when we were so perfectly in sync.As we rounded a corner, a quaint restaurant caught my eye, its name written in elegant cursive Le Petit Amour. The place was charming, tucked into a cozy corner of the street, with small tables arranged outside, each adorned with a vase of
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