All Chapters of MY BODYGUARD, MY LOVER : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Blake leaned back in his leather chair, his gaze steady on the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond his office windows. The lights twinkled in a faint fog that clung to the streets, casting the city in a muted glow. It was a view he had always loved, a testament to ambition, to power, to victory. Tonight, though, the satisfaction he felt had nothing to do with the towers of glass and steel he controlled and everything to do with the slow, delicate unraveling of his oldest rivalry.He poured himself a glass of scotch, swirling it thoughtfully as he considered his next move. Tyler had once been his closest friend, a brother in every sense but blood. They had known each other since childhood, weathered the competitive storm of adolescence together, and entered the corporate world as fierce allies. But somewhere along the way, the friendship had frayed, then snapped, leaving only shards of resentment and rivalry in its place. Tyler was the golden boy, always one step ahead, forever gr

The air outside was cool and refreshing, the perfect escape from the crowded, bustling event inside. Emily wrapped her arms around herself, watching the city lights shimmer in the distance, her mind drifting back to simpler times.She heard footsteps approaching and, turning, found herself face-to-face with Blake, who flashed her a familiar, easygoing smile.“Well, if it isn’t my favorite runaway,” he teased, holding out a glass to her. "Thought you could use a little break."Emily’s lips curled into a smile as she took the glass. “You know me too well, Blake.”“Let’s just say I know a fellow escapist when I see one,” he replied, chuckling. He clinked his glass against hers, his gaze warm and relaxed. “Besides, you always seem to find the best view.”They stood in silence for a moment, taking in the glittering skyline before them. There was something comfortable about the quietness between them, as if they’d known each other much longer than they had.“So, what’s going through that br

Emily tossed and turned all night, her mind looping back to the evening with Blake. His touch, his words....everything had felt so effortless, so unguarded, that it had taken her by surprise. And yet, here she was, lying in bed, wrestling with her own resolve.The memories of their conversation were fresh, lingering in her thoughts with an intensity she hadn’t expected. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so freely, the last time she’d allowed herself to feel anything beyond the walls she had meticulously built around her heart. But she couldn’t ignore the pang of guilt that tightened in her chest, reminding her of Tyler.She sighed, running a hand over her face as she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The room felt quiet and still, almost too empty. She reached for her phone, instinctively drawn to Tyler’s contact, but hesitated before dialing. What would she even say? The last thing she wanted was to stir unnecessary drama.But why had she let Blake g

Celine stood in the dim light of her bedroom, surrounded by the remnants of a life she felt was crumbling around her. The remnants of her recent clash with Roy echoed in her mind, his angry words replaying like a broken record. “I regret marrying you.”The bitter taste of humiliation mixed with her frustration as she threw clothes into her suitcase with hasty movements. Each piece of fabric was a reminder of her failed marriage, a marriage she had been so desperate to cling to, only to be pushed away by the very person she thought would be her ally.As she zipped up her suitcase, a wave of anger surged through her. Roy had been nothing but a disappointment. She had sacrificed so much for him, and what had it earned her? Late nights alone, a husband who came home drunk and bitter, and the realization that she was married to someone who would rather drown in a bottle than face her. “What a pathetic excuse for a husband,” she muttered under her breath.With one last glance around the roo

Ava stormed away from the set, her heart pounding in her chest. The vibrant chatter of the crew faded into a dull roar as she stepped outside, seeking refuge from the chaos. She leaned against the cool brick wall of the building, taking deep breaths to steady herself. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the city, but all Ava could see was the lingering image of Emily’s smug smile.How dare she stand there and act like she’s superior? Ava thought, clenching her fists at her sides. I won’t let her win.The confrontation had thrown Ava off balance. She was used to being the center of attention, the one everyone admired. But Emily, with her effortless charm and confidence, seemed to steal that light with ease. Ava needed a plan—a way to remind everyone, including Tyler, just who she was.Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from her mother.We need to talk. Your father is getting impatient about your marriage plans.Ava sighe