All Chapters of CAPTIVATED BY THE SEDUCTIVE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

...GENEVIEVE I felt a rare sense of calm and warmth as I walked hand in hand with Roman through the bustling office. My fingers entwined with his, his grip was firm yet gentle, a silent promise of protection and devotion. He held me close, his other hand occasionally brushing against my back as we navigated through the office halls. The staff occasionally glanced our way, some with subtle nods, others with smiles, all sensing the undeniable chemistry between us. I felt an air of confidence beside Roman, an anchor of strength and sophistication that resonated in every step we took together.When we reached his office, Roman guided me to the plush leather couch by the window, where I made myself comfortable. He sat at his desk, reviewing a few last-minute details before his upcoming meeting. I watched him with quiet admiration, noting the way he effortlessly commanded authority, every movement precise and efficient. Before he left, he looked over at me, a faint smirk on his li

...GENEVIEVE I walked through the dimly lit hallway, the faint chill of the night air brushing against my skin as I tightened my robe around my shoulders. My throat was dry, and the silence of the house made each soft footstep echo as I entered the kitchen, my mind already half-drifting back to bed.As I reached for a glass from the cupboard, a faint shuffle from the other side of the room made me stop. I turned, my gaze settling on Catherine, who stood by the counter, her hands loosely clasped. For a moment, I felt irritation rise, but I pushed it aside, deciding to ignore her presence. I poured myself a glass of water, savoring the coolness as I took a sip, hoping Catherine would simply leave.Instead, Catherine shifted and cleared her throat. “Genevieve.”I glanced at her but said nothing, waiting to see if Catherine would continue or take the hint to leave.Catherine took a step closer, her tone softer than usual. “I… I wanted to talk, if that’s okay.”I sighed but didn’t

...GENEVIEVE I stepped out of the car, glancing up at the grand estate that was my father’s house. The familiar architecture, with its sprawling columns and stately façade, brought back a wave of memories. I tightened my grip on Roman’s hand, drawing a sense of strength and comfort from his presence beside me. His fingers entwined with mine, grounding me in a way that made me feel like I could face anything — even the people inside this house.As we walked in, the cool marble floor echoed softly beneath our steps. The moment we crossed the threshold, a flurry of polite nods and smiles greeted us. The house staff, always respectful and welcoming, acknowledged me with warm smiles, some even murmuring, “Welcome home, Miss Genevieve.” I returned their greetings with an appreciative smile, feeling a surprising warmth in being back here, despite the complicated relationships that loomed within these walls.Before I could even take a full breath, I heard a familiar voice call my n

...GENEVIEVE I wrapped herself in my robe, my damp hair falling loosely around my shoulders as I made my way down the hall, determined not to enter the bedroom where Roman was undoubtedly stewing in silence. I wasn’t ready to face him again; my anger was still too fresh, and I needed space to calm down. Instead, I settled in the living room, sinking into the plush couch and crossing my arms, my mind replaying the disastrous dinner in a loop that only added fuel to my irritation.After a few minutes, I heard footsteps behind me, and I looked up to see Catherine entering the room. Catherine’s face was a mixture of curiosity and concern as she took in my tense posture and the unmistakable storm in her eyes.“What happened?” Catherine asked, settling into the chair across from me. “You look like you’re ready to kill someone.”I exhaled sharply, brushing a hand through my still-damp hair. “It’s Jaden,” I muttered, bitterness coloring my voice. “He’s marrying Olivia.”Catherine’s

...ROMAN The morning sun cast a gentle glow across the room, warming the air and illuminating the tangled sheets in which Genevieve laid, her body curled up in the quiet aftermath of an exhausting night. I leaned up on one elbow, my gaze tracing over her with an expression that mixed possessiveness, pride, and the kind of deep affection I rarely allowed myself to feel. Her bare back, marked with the evidence of our passion, rose and fell with each soft, steady breath, and I felt a familiar thrill at the sight of her like this—unguarded, deeply asleep, and entirely mine.We’d barely gotten to sleep before dawn, wrapped up in each other until the early hours when sheer exhaustion finally overcame us both. Now, as the morning passed us by, I was wide awake, but I didn’t mind. Watching her sleep, feeling the warmth of her against me, I was content to stay in bed all day if it meant keeping her close like this.I let my hand drift down her back, my fingers light against her skin, ca