All Chapters of RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THIRD PERSON POVRegina stormed into her room, almost in tears, her emotions barely contained beneath light make up, her face had turned red as she packed her hair in front of her mirror. The conversation with Tessa had had her feeling a type of way. It had reminded her of how unrewarding being Pedro’s sweet and obedient little sister has been. The door hadn’t even closed properly before Franco followed, shoving it shut behind him with a force that vibrated the walls.At first she flinched at the sound of the banged door, she turned to face him, crossing her arms, her chest rising and falling, struggled with controlled breaths.“My love, This is the only time I could come,” Franco said, his voice low, urgent. “Any moment now, I’ll be leaving with Don Pedro and Tessa for their honeymoon.” “And you expect me to be fine with that?” Regina fired, taking of her ear ring and jewelries.Franco sighed, stepping closer to her. “It’s not like I have a choice, Regina.”She scoffed, shaking he

It was roughly a seven-hour flight to the Virgin Atlantic Island.It had left me drained, but the rough landing was the final blow. My stomach stirred as we touched down, my body rebelling against the turbulence. It was my first time in a flight but somehow I managed to act like I was a regular traveller.I tried forcing myself to stay composed as we stepped off the jet. My legs felt like they had given up, I had sat all through the flight.I had heard Pedro mention over the phone that we were going to a beach house.I had a few moments of solitude to process my thoughts. I had questions that begged for answers.The drive to the beach house felt endless. The cold early morning air pressed against my nostrils, the faint scent of saltwater drifting through the open car window. I kept my arms folded, robbing the back of my arms. Don Pedro, ever the sweet picture of ease, scrolled through his phone, not even sparing a glance my way, I presumed he was stressed by the flight as well.

I stared at the bag, then back at him. “Where are we going?”Pedro leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. “You know I Don't like it when you question me right? It’s a couples’ gathering at the lounge.”I blinked my eyes to be sure I heard correctly. “A what?”“A couples’ gathering,” he repeated. “Now you are making me repeat myself, It’s an event for couples.” His voice was teasing and I hated it.Couple’s gatherings were supposed to be for actual, what was this man up to again?I scoffed. “And why do we need to be there?”“Because we’re married, why else? and I also want to have breakfast,” he said flatly. “Now, hurry up. I don’t like waiting.”I held the bag tighter. “You do realise we’re not a real couple, right?”Pedro’s lips formed an inverted ‘U’, narrowing his eyes at me. “Tell that to the world, my lovely wife. And hurry up before I decide to help you shower myself.”My stomach grasped at the suggestion, I would drown him in the tub, if I could. I grabbed my towel and stor

I had not seen so much food in a long time.The dinner was spontaneous—too lavish for my liking. To me, less was more.I liked the warm feeling of the dim golden lighting on my skin, a long table set with cutleries next to each plate, and servers moving gracefully between guests. Everything screamed busy.I wished I could enjoy it.Among the couples was her. Natalia.Tall, blonde, and sculpted like a fitness goddess. She was the kind of woman who could wear a potato sack and still look stunning. She also had the kind of confidence that made other women shrink in her presence, except me though, I just liked her opinionatedness.All through the dinner Pedro acted like I wasn't there with him and it was absolutely fine as I’d rather listen to Natalie than have an exchange with him. I did not contribute to the conversation because I felt it was shallow, there were so many things to talk about at a dinner party, so why did it have to be a topic that most often time judged people on wha

Author’s POV (Third Person) Tessa sat stiffly in Pedro’s arms, listening to the wind whistle outside. The thunder rumbled again, but this time, it felt… distant. Less threatening. Or maybe it was because Pedro’s warmth dulled her fear. His arms were solid around her, his chest rising and falling steadily. She admitted how strangely she felt being comfortable in his arms. But right now, pressed against him, with the world outside experiencing a raging down pour, she could almost forget why. Pedro’s hand moved slightly, his fingers tracing slow circles on her back. The touch was absentminded, casual even, but it sent an unsettling warmth meandering through her stomach. “Better?” he asked softly. Tessa hesitated. “A little.” “You can admit when you need me, you know.” She scoffed, shifting slightly, but he didn’t let go still. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Pedro giggled. “You say that a lot.” “Because you always need to be reminded.” His grip on her waist tightened slightly