All Chapters of Beyond The Time: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alina sat on the edge of the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. The room was softly lit by candlelight, and the sweet scent of jasmine filled the air, setting the perfect romantic atmosphere. Anton emerged from the adjoining bathroom, his silhouette framed by the soft light. He had changed into a pair of simple yet enticing black boxers, and the sight of him sent a shiver down Alina’s spine. His hair was slightly damp from the shower, and water droplets glistened on his skin, highlighting his muscular frame. “Wow, you clean up nicely,” Alina remarked, biting her lip as she took in the sight of her husband. Anton chuckled, “Only for you, my love. You look absolutely stunning, but I think we can make this night even more special.” He walked over to the bedside table and pulled out a silk blindfold, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Alina’s heart raced at the sight. “What do you have in mind?” “Trust me,” he replied, a teasing smile on his lips. “Let’s turn this into a night t

They stood at the edge of the dock, the sleek yacht bobbing gently in the water. Anton’s eyes widened when he saw it.“You didn’t,” he said, his gaze shifting from the yacht to her. “Alina, is this—”She grinned, biting her lip as she looked at him. “I wanted to do something special. It’s just for us, for the entire day.”Anton pulled her close, his hands resting on her hips. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”“I like to keep you on your toes,” she teased, winking.With a playful tug, she led him aboard the yacht, which was lavishly decorated for their private escape. She had prepared everything down to the smallest details—the deck was adorned with fresh flowers, a cozy lounge area, and a table set for two, complete with candles and chilled champagne.As the yacht drifted away from the shore, Anton couldn’t stop admiring the efforts she had put in. “You really planned all this?” he asked, taking her hand as they strolled along the deck.“Every bit,” Alina replied, feeling proud

Alina stirred as the morning sun kissed her bare skin, feeling the warmth of the early rays mixed with the comforting heat radiating from Anton’s body beside her. They had spent the night entwined, drifting between sleep and the pleasurable haze of their honeymoon. Anton was already half awake, his arm draped possessively over her waist, holding her close. His hand rested gently on the curve of her hip, his fingers absently tracing small circles against her skin. Alina smiled sleepily, her heart fluttering at the feel of his touch. Every time he touched her, it was as if electricity sparked between them, igniting something deep inside. Alina shifted slightly, turning to face him. Her movements were slow, languid, as if savoring the moment. She gazed up at him, taking in his strong, handsome features. His eyes were still closed, but there was a softness in his expression, a kind of peace she had grown to love. Without opening his eyes, Anton’s hand traveled up her body, brushing a

Alina sat on the plush couch in her living room, surrounded by the remnants of her honeymoon bliss. She had just returned from an incredible getaway with Anton, and now she was missing him terribly. “Ugh, I can’t believe he’s at work,” Alina muttered to herself, glancing at the clock. It had been a long morning, and she had barely spoken to Anton since they’d returned. Their reunion had been brief, just a fleeting kiss and a promise to catch up later. She sighed, curling her legs underneath her. “Are you going to sit around feeling sorry for yourself all day?” Francis asked, popping her head into the living room. She had come by to check on her, a knowing look on her face. “I thought you were going to enjoy your first day back as a married woman.” “I wanted to rest after the trip,” Alina replied, pulling a pillow into her embrace. “But now I just feel… empty without him.” “Why don’t you go surprise Anton at his office?” Francis suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m s

The evening of the business party was set in one of the city’s most luxurious hotel ballrooms, with chandeliers sparkling above and an air of sophistication settling among the guests. Anton arrived in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the successful and commanding man that he was. Alina, walking by his side, radiated confidence and beauty in a sleek, form-fitting emerald gown that accentuated her curves. The dress had a plunging neckline but remained elegant, paired with delicate diamond earrings that glittered against the soft lights of the room. They entered the ballroom hand in hand, greeting many of Anton’s business associates and friends along the way. Everyone seemed to turn their heads to look at them—Alina’s presence always commanded attention, especially when she was beside Anton. "Anton, great to see you!" one of the men approached them, shaking Anton's hand enthusiastically. "Likewise, Richard," Anton responded with a smile. "Have you met my wife, Alina?"