The Billionaire's Unexpected Soulmate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

After smiling drunkenly for a few minutes, Serena burst into tears. "How could you, baby? How could you kiss me with your lips tasting like blueberries? You know I love blueberries." She jumped on Owen, pushing him into the room. The force of her push made him stumble, reaching out to grab the toilet as he fell. He had been in the shower when he heard her knocking, and all he had on was a towel, now lying on the ground. His bare, slender body was exposed. "Serena, wait," Owen tried to protest, his voice strained with concern. But Serena, still in her drunken state, grabbed him by the balls and pulled him toward the kitchen, navigating every nook and cranny of his house with alarming precision. "Serena, you need to stop," Owen said, his voice a mix of confusion and urgency. "We can't do this. Not like this." Serena, her tears mixing with a look of fierce determination, ignored his words. "Why did you leave me?" she slurred, her grip tightening. "Why did you leave us? You promised y

Owen's heart raced, anger and confusion battling within him. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get into my house?" he demanded, trying hard not to wake Serena, who was sleeping peacefully upstairs. The woman turned around slowly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Oh hi, my love," she replied casually. "I made breakfast. Let's eat, and I'll answer all your questions." Her tone was nonchalant, but her actions were anything but. She adjusted her shirt, pulling it up just enough so that her bare bum was exposed, adding an unsettling layer of seduction to the already bizarre situation. Owen's jaw clenched as he tried to maintain his composure. "I don't know who you think you are, but you need to leave," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but firm. The woman ignored his warning, taking a step closer to him. "Come on, Owen. Sit down. Have some eggs. We can talk this out," she purred, her eyes glinting with a strange mix of amusement and menace. He took a deep breath,

I was about to get into my car when I saw her. She was dressed in a long, flowy gown that hugged her figure gracefully, held in place by a thin string of fabric around her neck. Her bare back was exposed down to her waist, and her hair was styled in a fancy low bun that concealed most of her thick, black hair. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow on her, making her look like a goddess.Everything faded into the background as I focused on her. I was about to run towards her when I noticed the person walking just behind her. It was the guy from the store earlier, his face serious and alert. He was holding a large package, properly sealed on all sides, and his eyes were scanning the area suspiciously. As far as I knew, she didn’t have a bodyguard.He looked straight at me, his gaze sharp, and grabbed Serena by the waist, pulling her closer to him. His hand moved down her bare back, resting just where the fabric stopped covering her bum. Serena looked momentarily startled but quickly

Damian That night, I tried reaching Serena, but each time I called, it was sent straight to voicemail. Anxiety gnawed at me, but I tried to focus on other things. After a quick shower, I planned to call again later. Just as I was about to sit down, my phone rang. It was Fiona. She sounded urgent and asked to meet for a drink as soon as possible. I agreed, knowing that I could use the distraction and some company. As I got ready to head out, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung over me. I grabbed my keys and headed to our usual spot, a cozy bar downtown where we often met to unwind. When I arrived, Fiona was already there, nursing a glass of wine. Her face was tense, and she looked as if she had been crying. "What's going on?" I asked, taking a seat beside her. Fiona took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. "It's about Serena," she said, her voice trembling. "I think she's in trouble." My heart sank. "What do you mean? What kind of trouble?" Fiona explained that sh

OwenThe first light of dawn filtered through the curtains as I watched Serena sleep peacefully. Her breathing was steady, and the color had started to return to her cheeks. I had done what I could to keep her safe through the night, but I knew she needed more care than I could provide alone. Carefully, I scooped her up in my arms, her body light and fragile against me, and carried her out to my car. She barely stirred as I settled her into the passenger seat, fastening the seatbelt around her.The drive to her home was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the engine and the occasional murmur from Serena. Her house was a modest, two-story building nestled in a quiet neighborhood. The flowerbeds in front were meticulously cared for, which showed her mother's love for gardening. I parked in the driveway, took a deep breath, and gently lifted Serena from the car.Her mother, Mrs. Johnson, opened the door before I could knock. Her eyes widened with worry as she saw Serena in my arms. "