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2025-02-23 21:20:57
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Billionaire's Choice Misplaced Panic
Gabriel’s POV The ride home was silent. Aria had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, curled up in the passenger seat with my jacket wrapped around her. She looked exhausted. Frail, even. But at least she wasn’t shivering anymore. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other adjusting the jacket over her every now and then, making sure she was warm. My driving was slower than usual—not just because I didn’t want to wake her, but because I didn’t want her panicking again. I’d seen it happen before. I wasn’t about to let it happen again tonight. As I pulled into the mansion’s driveway, my phone buzzed in the cupholder. Grandma. I exhaled sharply before answering. “You’re home?” she asked, skipping the pleasantries. “Yes.” I cut the engine. She sighed. “How is she?” “Sleeping.” I glanced at Aria, who was still motionless in the seat beside me. “She had a panic attack.” There was a pause. “I heard,” she said, voice quieter. “Jonathan called me.” Of course, he did.
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25Billionaire's Choice A Taste of Vulnerability
Gabriel’s POV The second Aria landed on me, I knew I was in trouble. It happened so fast. One second, she was pushing at my chest, demanding I put her down, and the next, she miscalculated her step, her balance betraying her. Instead of landing on the bed, she crashed into me. Neither of us moved. My hands shot out, gripping her waist instinctively as she landed on my lap, knees on either side of my thighs. A sharp breath left me as I looked up at her, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hands clutched my shoulders for balance, fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt like she was anchoring herself. She froze. So did I. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe. The warmth of her body, the soft press of her weight against me—it sent a dangerous jolt through my system. A feeling I hadn’t allowed myself in years. Something dark curled inside me. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to claim every shaky breath, every hesitant gaze, every moment she spent not realizing wh
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25Billionaire's Choice His Mark
Aria’s POV This was the second time I’d gone to sleep on the couch and woken up in the bed. Gabriel had carried me. Again. I glanced around the room, half-expecting him to be standing there, watching me like the control freak he was, but he wasn’t. Where had he gone so early this morning? Well, at least this meant I could have a moment to myself. I sat up, pushing the blanket off me, and glanced over at the couch. It was empty, like I had never been there in the first place. No pillow, no blanket, nothing. He hadn’t just moved me, he had made sure there was no trace of my stubbornness. My gaze flicked to the nightstand, where a tray of food sat next to a bottle of pills. Scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. Neat and intentional. Next to it was a small folded note. I reached for the note, unfolding it with slow fingers. It read: “Eat. Take your meds.” A part of me knew I should just eat the damn food. I was hungry. But the other more stubborn part of me still
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Billionaire's Choice Stay Here
Gabriel’s POVThe scent of damp concrete and stale air filled the basement beneath my private villa. The room was dimly lit, a single overhead bulb casting shadows against the rough walls. The man we had caught; Aria’s stalker, was tied to a steel chair, his wrists bound behind him, his head slumped forward. Blood trailed from his split lip, staining the collar of his shirt.Jonathan stood near the entrance, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on the prisoner. To his right, Owen, the torturer, leaned against a table lined with tools. The guard, Silas, remained by the door, hands clasped behind his back, his stance rigid.I stepped forward, my footsteps echoing. The man barely lifted his head.“Has he talked?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence.Owen sighed, rubbing his knuckles. “Not a word. Stubborn bastard.”Jonathan exhaled sharply. “We’ve tried everything. Maybe he’s just a hired hand who doesn’t know much.”I wasn’t convinced. I crouched in front of the man, gripping h
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-27Billionaire's Choice Twisted
Gabriel’s POV I didn’t knock. I didn’t wait. The second I stepped into the lounge, I found him exactly where Edward had directed me. Ha sat there lounging like he owned the world, a cigar between his fingers, a glass of whiskey on the table beside him. He looked up when I entered, not in fear, not in surprise—just mild amusement. “Well, well,” he mused, taking a slow drag from his cigar. “Took you long enou—” I lunged. The force of my punch knocked him off the chair, sending him sprawling. The cigar dropped, rolling onto the floor, the whiskey glass shattered against the table’s edge. I was on him in seconds, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the ground. His head bounced against the marble with a dull thud, but even as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, he had the audacity to grin. “So you care about her now?” he rasped, spitting blood onto the floor between us. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” I twisted his collar tighter, cutting off his breath. “Y
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-28Billionaire's Choice A Different World
Aria’s POVI woke up to the soft hum of silence, the kind that only existed in places untouched by chaos. The bed beneath me was massive, the sheets crisp and unfamiliar, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. Then it all came rushing back. Gabriel bringing me here last night, saying it wasn’t safe to stay at the mansion. The family mansion. He had always stayed there for his grandmother’s sake, but with her out of the country, there was nothing tying him to that place anymore. Nothing except me, and now, even I had been removed from it. I sat up slowly, taking in the space around me. Gabriel wasn’t in bed, we had slept together in the same bed. The bedroom was modern, with high ceilings and sleek furnishings, every inch of it screaming understated luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the room, revealing the distant skyline of San Francisco. The air here was different and lighter, easier to breathe. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.But safet
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Billionaire's Choice Wholly Yours
Aria’s POV My breath hitched. Every nerve in my body was on fire. He didn’t give me time to process what he’d just said. I barely had time to react before his hands were on me. Big palms sliding over my thighs, gripping me with a kind of possessiveness that made my stomach clench. Then he lifted me, effortlessly, like I weighed a feather, and set me down on the cold marble counter, shifting my plate aside. I sucked in a breath, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance, but he didn’t stop. His body crowded into mine, the heat of him searing through the thin fabric of my pajama top. My nipples already tightening and hardening. His hands spread over my thighs, forcing them apart as he wedged himself between them. His touch was firm, unrelenting, and then—God, then—his mouth was on mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was deep, consuming, like he wanted to swallow me whole. His lips moved against mine with raw, unfiltered hunger, his tongue sliding into my mouth like he was claim
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Billionaire's Choice At His Mercy
Aria’s POV His breath was hot against my core, making me whimper before he even touched me. Then his tongue, slow, devastatingly slow, dragged over my slick folds, making my entire body jerk. I moaned, gripping the sheets as he savored me, his tongue flicking, circling, stroking. “Fucking sweet,” he groaned, gripping my thighs tighter. I was spiraling, heat building, rising, about to explode— Until he pulled away. I whimpered at the loss, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Gabriel didn’t give me time to recover. He was on me in an instant, his mouth on mine, swallowing my ragged breaths as he settled between my thighs. I could feel him now—hot, hard, pressing against my entrance, and panic flickered in my chest. He must have felt it because he cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’m going to make this so fucking good for you.” I nodded, trusting him, even though I knew this would change everything. He positioned himself at my entrance,
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-03
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Billionaire's Choice Broken
ARIA’S POVI needed air. Space. Sanity. Something.The second I stormed out of that office, I didn’t stop walking. I just kept going. Past the hallway, past the fake smiles and curious stares, until I hit the rooftop door and shoved it open.Cold wind rushed against my skin like it knew I was seconds from losing it. I walked to the edge, gripped the metal railing, and let out a breath that trembled against the fury in my chest.What the hell was he doing here?Of all the damn places on earth. Colorado. My job. My world.And now he was standing there like a ghost that refused to stay buried.I heard footsteps behind me, and my stomach sank.“Ari…”Of course.I didn’t turn. “Don’t come near me.”“I just want to talk.”I turned then, slow, sharp. “You’ve done enough talking, Gabriel. You did all your talking with that divorce paper.”He flinched, just slightly, but I didn’t stop.“You made me leave, without a word. No explanation. Nothing. And now what? You show up here, what? You buy th
Billionaire's Choice The Takeover
Aria’s POVSofia leaned in, her voice just above a whisper. “I mean… I can’t speak on that. But apparently, the new CEO is holding private meetings with all the department heads today before he meets everyone officially. There’s no official memo or calendar update, but people are talking.”I blinked, a sudden unease crawling up my spine. “Talking how?”She tapped her phone. “From what I heard, he’s already met with Marketing and Sales. PR is in there now. Editorial is next.”“What?” I froze.Editorial. That’s my department.How am I just hearing about this now? Why didn’t I get any sort of information?I forced a smile, mumbled a quick thank-you, and nodded before heading to my desk. My chest was heavy with nerves. I really hoped I wouldn’t have to start from scratch again. I’d just begun to find my rhythm here. It finally felt like I was getting a foothold—finally stepping into the future I’d envisioned for myself. Event planning wasn’t just a job to me; it was my second chance. A wa
Billionaire's Choice The Disaster Date
Aria's POVWe’d been sitting here for a while now, settled into our booth, chatting like it was just any other evening. Dylan was easy to talk to, surprisingly so. Maybe I’d been wrong about him. He wasn’t exactly my type, but he wasn’t a bad guy. Actually, he had a way of making me laugh without trying too hard. Maybe that was a nice change.I couldn’t help but smile as he raised an eyebrow at the wine list. “How do you choose between something like this and something more... adventurous?” He gave me a teasing look, like he knew what I was thinking.“Well, you have to be in the mood for it,” I replied, leaning back in the booth, still looking at my menu. “But sometimes, it’s about taking a risk. You know?”He chuckled, the sound warm and easy. “Taking risks, huh? Yeah, I can get behind that. I’ve had my share of those.” He shrugged casually, almost nonchalantly. “Started my own company with almost no money. Almost lost it all, but it worked out. Sometimes you just have to take the le
Billionaire's Choice A Date?
Gabriel’s POV“Make sure they have the revised proposal by tomorrow morning,” I said, my voice firm as I scanned the papers in front of me, focusing on the numbers that would determine the next phase.Jonathan didn’t need reminding. He was already typing on his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen, furiously going through the details. “Already on it. They’ll have it. Anything else before we call it a day?”I leaned back, dragging a hand through my hair, and checked my pocket watch. Her pretty face stared back at me through the glass, and it took me a moment to remember why I’d pulled it out in the first place, but my gaze quickly shifted to the time: past 8 p.m. I’d been at this for hours, but the job wasn’t done yet. There was no ‘normal’ workday when you were closing deals that would change the face of a city.I hadn’t wanted to be in DC. To be honest, I hadn’t wanted to be anywhere but in the comfort of familiar things, and by familiar things, I mean being in Colorado right now. Bu
Billionaire's Choice I hated It
Aria’s POV"Ugh, I swear," Jenna groaned, tugging her hair into a messy bun on screen. "If one more designer tries to sell me a ‘reinvention of classic minimalism’ that’s just a white shirt with a pocket, I’m quitting.""You’ve said that three times this year," Liv teased, propped up against a stack of pillows in what looked like a dreamy Airbnb. “Also, that white shirt is probably $700.”"Don’t remind me," Jenna rolled her eyes. “God forbid minimalism be affordable.”Nicole gave a small laugh as she scrolled through something on her iPad. “Meanwhile, I had to convince a luxury skincare brand today that launching a ‘gritty street-style’ campaign with models in couture was not... the vibe.”Liv made a face. "What does that even mean?"“Exactly,” Nicole said. “I think they just throw buzzwords into a blender and hope for the best.”I smiled quietly, watching them talk. I didn’t say much at first; I just listened. It had been a while since we were all on a call like this together, and so
Billionaire's Choice Truce
Gabriel’s POV “You’ve got some nerve, Gabriel, coming all the way to Mexico to call for a truce. Do you really think you can reason with a man like me?” Diego’s voice dripped with venom, each word hanging in the air like a challenge. His eyes were cold, unblinking as they locked onto mine. I met his gaze with the same intensity, my voice calm and controlled. “I’m not here to fight, Diego. I’m here to talk. Nothing more, nothing less.” Diego’s sneer deepened, but I held my ground, my mind already retracing the events of the past two weeks. The eye-opening conversation I’d had with my father. The family dynamics. Diego’s past. My father had spoken of the years of bitterness Diego carried, the resentment born from how my grandfather had abandoned him and the death of his mother, a death he believed we were responsible for. But that conversation had been only the beginning. A week later, Andrew had dropped the real bombshell: documents that could bring Diego down. These weren’t
Billionaire's Choice A Fragile Fire
Gabriel's POVI didn’t say a word as the jet took off. The conversation with my father sat heavily in my mind, but I forced it aside. For now.I leaned back in my seat, exhaling slowly. The cabin lights were dim, casting a muted glow over the polished wood and leather. The hum of the engines was steady, almost soothing.Then, almost instinctively, I reached into my pocket.The familiar weight of the pocket watch pressed against my palm, cool and solid. I flicked it open with my thumb. The soft click echoed louder than it should have in the silence.And there she was, her pretty face staring back at me. My Ari, my angel. The picture was taken in our bedroom, a moment I’d stolen when she had no idea. She was in her natural state, completely unaware of the camera in my hand. Her hair was a little wild from sleep, and her eyes had that soft, distant look that made her so damn beautiful. It was a simple shot, but I loved it, because it was her, in the most authentic and unguarded way. I ha
Billionaire's Choice And Another Truth
Gabriel's POVThe silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. The air in my father's living room felt heavier than before, like the walls had closed in around us.I forced myself to breathe. To stay still. To absorb what I had just heard.Diego was family.I sat down, my body moving before my mind could fully catch up. “Explain,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.Andrew didn’t speak immediately. He reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table, poured himself another glass, and stared into the amber liquid like it held the past itself. “You think you know the Deveraux family,” he said. “But you don’t. Not really.”I said nothing.He let out a slow breath. “This goes back to Richard,” he began. “My father. Your grandfather.”I knew that name well. The man who built the Deveraux empire. The man everyone claimed was ruthless, brilliant, untouchable.Andrew continued, “Richard had an affair while on a business trip to Mexico. A woman, who wasn’t just some mist
Billionaire's Choice The Truth
Gabriel's POVTCA wasn’t new to me. I had trained here for years, stepping into the ring whenever I needed an outlet. Back then, it was about control, about reminding myself that power wasn’t just about wealth or influence, it was about knowing I could end a fight before it even started.But now, it wasn’t about control.It was about survival.I adjusted my stance, muscles coiled with tension as Cole, my personal trainer, circled me. His gaze was sharp, unreadable, assessing, calculating. There was no sympathy in his eyes, no wasted words. Just the demand for perfection."You’re too slow," he said flatly. "Again."TCA wasn’t a regular gym. It was where professionals trained; fighters, bodyguards, men who understood that losing wasn’t an option.There were no influencers shadowboxing in front of mirrors, no weekend warriors pretending to be something they weren’t. This was a place for men who needed to be ready for war.I wasn’t new to combat, but this wasn’t about street fights or bru
