All Chapters of An Affair with the Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Wait... it's Mr. Corrigan, isn’t it? I’ve always thought the way he looks at you is different. Cold to everyone else, but with you, his eyes—it’s like he wants to devour you."Emerald’s spine went cold. *She actually guessed it!*"Ember? Is your silence a confirmation?"Desperate to escape the situation, Emerald gasped for air as Alaric finally released her lips. She stammered in response, "Y-yes, it’s him."Alaric was visibly pleased with her answer and wasted no time. His hand, which had been under her neck, slid lower, brushing against the soft fabric of her thin cotton pajamas.His warm hand met her bare skin, and Emerald nearly gasped at the sudden, intimate touch.His hand continued its slow journey down to her waist, moving gently but with intention, while the warmth between them grew steadily more intense…The Next Day.Birds were singing in pairs on the branches, and the air was filled with the unique scent of mountain plants.In her sleep, Emerald rolled over and fell off t

After reading the message, Emerald almost dropped her phone. This wasn’t like Alaric’s usual joking tone; it felt more like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, watching her every move, ready to strike at any moment and swallow her whole.She’d been in situations like this before back in school. Some men, unable to accept her rejection, had spread her number around. As a result, Emerald had been bombarded with disturbing messages and calls, even after reporting it to the police.For people like this, it seemed like they had nothing better to do or maybe they got some twisted pleasure out of disturbing others. It was like swallowing a fly—disgusting and out of her control.Eventually, she had to change her number and limit her social interactions. But when she started dating Ethan, these issues gradually disappeared.Her first thought was Lance, the person who knew her best. But that seemed impossible; he'd just confessed his feelings to her. Why would he turn around and do something

“Aiden?” Mr. Santos sneered. “Such tenderness. If you care so much about kids, Teacher Greene, why don’t you become his mother? Then we can call it even.”A loud clap of thunder boomed in the sky. The room darkened as the wind howled, shaking the branches outside and casting menacing shadows across the walls.Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the man’s face—his deranged grin and the scar on his forehead looking even more menacing.Just like that rainy night when Emerald had been pushed into the small woods.One of her shoes had fallen off, and her leg was scratched by branches and rocks, blood trickling down her skin.Heavy rain poured down, soaking them. The man cursed under his breath, tightening his grip on her slender ankle.Desperate, Emerald grabbed a rock and smashed it against his forehead.Blood splattered onto her white dress, staining it with vivid red blooms.But Mr. Santos only became more frenzied, pinning her down and tearing at her dress.Her tears mingled with t

Emerald felt warmth spreading throughout her body. Amid the rising heat, she heard the gentle chime of a bell breaking the silence. A cool sensation brushed against her ankle, prompting her to open her drowsy eyes to take a look.From her angle, the sight was enchanting.Her legs were lifted by the man, Alaric kneeling between them. He bent his head, thick lashes shadowing his eyes, his lips drawn into a faintly focused line. His steady hands carefully placed an anklet around her ankle.At first glance, Emerald was captivated.The anklet was crafted from seven glass-carved lotus flowers, each petal crystal clear, free of impurities. This was a high-quality jadeite; if it had been a complete bracelet, it would be worth a small fortune. Delicately carved with a few tiny bells, the anklet held a refined elegance, lively yet graceful as it lay against her fair skin, making it appear even more luminous."Is this the gift you mentioned?" Emerald bit her lip. "It’s too valuable, I—"Alaric's

She held a cigarette between her lips, biting it lightly before lighting it, shielding the flame with her hand the way she had seen Alaric do. The glow played across her face, accentuating the patch of ointment on the slight swelling of her forehead.A few strands of hair fell over her face, giving her a slightly tousled but alluring look—not the pristine, prim image seen at school, but a blend of vulnerability and charm.Once the cigarette was lit, Emerald took a drag. With her left hand resting on her right arm, she held the cigarette between her right index and middle fingers, a hint of red glowing at the tip.Her expression was relaxed and nonchalant as she exhaled the smoke slowly from her red lips. In a deep, slow voice, she said, "It’s getting cold. The Santos family should go bankrupt."She turned to Alaric with a grin, "How was that? Not bad, right? That’s classic domineering CEO style. Now you try it—just like I did."Alaric’s eyes remained on her, captivated by her playful