All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Revenge Comback : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aurora I stared at him, at those impossibly dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, at the sharp, sculpted features of his face. The man sat so casually in front of me, one leg crossed over the other, his arms resting lazily on the armrests of his chair, like he owned not just the room, but the whole damn world. His gaze was fixed squarely on me, and there was an air of lazy amusement around him—as if he was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. “You have to take responsibility, Ms. Aurora,” he had said just a moment ago, his deep, slow voice pulling me into some kind of vortex. Responsibility? Me? Take responsibility? For what? I frowned, confusion written all over my face as I sat frozen in my chair. Why would I need to take responsibility? I didn’t do anything……that drastic. Right? My gaze involuntarily lowered, he was wearing a crisp white shirt now, the kind that looked absurdly expensive. But the faint red marks trailing along the base of his throat was

Aurora “Now you have to take responsibility for making me hard,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down my spine. His hungry soft lips crashed into mine before I could respond. My breath hitched. His kiss was fierce, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. My fingers naturally wrapped around his neck as I drew him nearer while returning his kiss just as desperately. Our tongues met, battling for dominance, but it was a losing fight for me. He had complete control, and I could feel it in the way his hands gripped me, one on my waist and the other sliding up to the back of my neck. His fingers pressed lightly against my skin, keeping me in place as he devoured me. I let out a moan as when I felt him press into me. His hard length could be felt through the fabric separating us. The sensation sent a jolt of heat through my body. And I found myself drawing him nearer by entwining my legs around his waist, locking him closer. His grip on me tightened, his hands

Aurora “I’m not interested in your money. What I want is simple—marry me.” I blinked, his words echoing in my mind like a bad joke that had just landed flat. Surely, I misheard him. Of course I misheard him. What sort of responsibility was that? We didn't even go all the way and he was asking me to take responsibility for what? Touching him? Was his body made up of glass, or what? “…Excuse me?” I asked, my voice sounding slightly higher than usual. “You heard me,” he replied, his tone cool and indifferent, as if he hadn’t just said the most absurd thing I’d ever heard in my life. “I asked you to marry me. I will be your husband and you will be my wife.” Huh? Did this handsome man hit his head or something? Because he was clearly spouting nonsense, talking like marriage was the easiest thing in the world. I didn’t even know him. He was a complete stranger. For fuck’s sake, this was only the second time we’d met. I let out a short, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of my

Aurora “I need information on two people. Elena and Jayden." A low, seductive chuckle rumbled in my ear “Oh, the Joneses? Elena and Jayden.” Christopher’s voice held a hint of mockery. “I knew they were stupid and proud, but I didn’t know they’d be dumb enough to dig their own graves. What did they do to get on your bad side, sweetheart?” “They drugged me last night.” I said, flatly. There was silence on the other end of the line, it was just long enough to make me wonder if I’d lost him. Then he laughed. A deep, full laugh that sent shivers down my spine and irritation straight into my chest. “Are you seriously laughing right now?” I snapped, gripping the phone tighter. “You have no idea what I went through yesterday because of them.” “Oh, I know you’re fine,” he said, still chuckling. “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be calling me to dig up dirt on people. Your two scary brothers would have already murdered them by now. I still remember the day Noah came to London and saw

Aurora The room fell silent. All eyes turned toward me, shock etched across every face in the room. People turned to each other, whispering something too hushed for me to make out, but their wide eyes said everything. I didn’t need to go that high, but I did, and it was worth it because the expression on Elena’s face was a feast for my eyes. I leaned back in my chair, sitting like a queen. The dark suit and tailored trousers made me look like a grim reaper from hell. “F-fifty million?” the auctioneer stammered, his voice cracking as he stared at me like I’d just announced the end of the world. His hand shook as he adjusted his glasses, clearly trying to process what I’d just said. “Are you sure, madam? This is fifty million we are taking about.” My lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk. “Of course, or can the young lady go higher?” Everyone turned their attention to Elena, who sat in the front row, her face twisting into a fury. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. He