Lahat ng Kabanata ng RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

AUTHORS POVIt was on days like this that she missed Sergio. It was as if the long travelling hours had dried up the blood flowing through different parts of her body.Sergio would have given her a therapeutic body massage to ease the tension coursing through her, but then the thought of him as she sat alone in the bedroom—angered her. He had no place in her thoughts.She would rather think of her job instead, she thought to herself, surrounded by stacks of unattended work files.She missed the life she had before Pedro, before the wedding and more so, before the so‐called cursed honeymoon on the Virgin Atlantic Island. The soft rustle of papers as she schemed through them, and the steady ticking clock filled the quiet atmosphere as she worked through the backlog, trying in vain to regain some sense of normality, but it did not work one bit, there was just so much work to do.Her mind, however, was not on the files. She searched her mind for what could be missing as she remained re

AUTHORS POV Tessa was making her way down the quiet hall way when she nearly collided with Franco. Whatever she was thinking was rudely interrupted as she became aware of her consciousness, and she barely managed to steady herself as she met his eyes. “Franco,” she said, her voice edged with irritation yet curious to know where he was heading to, “where are you hurrying off to?” Franco paused, looking around as if expecting prying eyes. “I’ve got a few errands to run for Don Pedro,” he replied. His eyes held a tinge of emergency, and for a moment Tessa wondered what could be so pressing that he’d nearly bump and crashed into her. “Errands?” Tessa asked, narrowing her eyes. “Then could you at least point me to the kitchen? I need to sort out something” Franco frowned slightly, a hint of surprise passing over his initial features. “The kitchen?” he repeated. “What exactly do you need there?” Tessa hesitated before speaking. “Dame Rossa has asked me to cook dinner,” she said in a

“Tessa, kindly Leave the serving to the chef. You are too clumsy for such delicate work,” Dame Rossa said, her voice icy and as a matter of factual. Tessa stopped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m trying,” she protested softly. “Enough please, I dont want to loose my appetite,” Dame Rossa snapped. She cleared her throat and then addressed the entire table, her voice rising in a commanding tempo. “The purpose of this dinner is to have a heart-to-heart while we enjoy a proper meal as it appears that all we do is eat. With all of this generational wealth, all we do is eat—but not once have any of you children of my late brother and his wife in blessed memory, thought about preparing for the future. How will you produce the next generation if you never care to bear children?” A unassuming silence swept across the table. Dame Rossa’s gaze landed on Regina. “Regina, tell me, has your womb turned to rocks? Are you unable to have children, or are you simply unlucky at finding

AUTHORS POV It was past 11pm, and the lorenzo mansion had settled into silence except for the patrol guards and security dogs hovering around under the floodlight poles. The only sounds in Don Pedro’s bedroom were the faint rustling of bed sheets and the soft creak of the bed as Tessa moved around it, touching it. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, it was his room after all, what was it suppose to smell like? Fresh night breeze drifted in from the open balcony doors, except for the curtains that separated the balcony from the room.. Franco and his men had just finished moving her belongings into the room, and now that she was alone, so she thought, she looked around to see how she can make out her own space, somewhere to set up her own mirror and wondered at the possibility of sharing a room with her environmental hazard of a husband. She stood still in the centre of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes darting between the enormous bed and

AUTHORS POVFranco grinned, his eyes roaming over her body. "I had to make sure everything was perfect for my grand entry," he said, stepping closer and pulling her face into a soft kiss, and then he lowered down to his dick, motioning her to suck him as he pressed his dick on her lips. He had planned this night for days, and he wasn't going to rush it. He wanted to savour every moment, every touch, every taste of her.“I want to do wicked things to you to night” He said as he drew in deep breaths, enjoying the warmth and sweet sensations that seemed to envelop him.Regina raised an eyebrow, her smile widening as she sucked on his hard dick. "And what exactly did you have in mind, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with perpetual lust.Franco's grin turned wicked. "I want to fuck you so hard, Regina," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to eat and fuck your vagina until you scream my name. But becareful with the screams though, you definitely don’t want to bring down the roof"