All Chapters of RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AUTHOR’S POV It was barely 6:30 a.m. when Tessa stirred from her sleep, she felt dry in between. The early morning sun was quite mild as it filtered through the white curtains from the balcony, casting a soft gold beam across Don Pedro’s bedroom. She turned slowly, careful not to wake him. He was still asleep, splattered around his side of the bed like a piece of used handkerchief, in split seconds, his face turned slightly to the side, he looked calm, and innocent, his breathing steady. For a moment Tessa thought about how innocent he looked while he slept, yet the amount of wickedness residing inside him was one only God could cleanse. She got out of bed without a sound and padded barefoot across the room to the closet. She managed to create her closet from his vast closet. She showered, hoping the sounds of running water would not wake him up. After showering, with a towel strapped around her chest, she went to see if Pedro was awake, he wasn't - he was still very much sleeping

Authors POVTessa and Camila arrived at Miss Rosetta, a stylish designer store Jamie had recommended earlier; one of the reasons why Monterrey has thrived was the amount of excellent talent thriving in the city. The boutique was renowned for its carefully curated selection of unique fashion pieces and accessories mastered by the one and only Rosetta Valdez, making it a favourite among the city’s elite class. The elegant displays and warm lighting created an inviting atmosphere that promised a luxurious shopping experience. Jamie was having the most fun, it was evident in the big smile lighting up his face as he welcomed them.As they stepped inside, Jamie was already waiting for them, his eyes beaming with excitement.“Ladies,” Jamie greeted with a dramatic flourish, “welcome to fashion paradise! Tessa, you must thank Camila for bribing me with the opportunity to pick a few things for myself before I recommended this place. But now, I must thank you for making my dream of shopping her

Author’s POVIt was a few minutes past noon when Don Pedro strode into the conference room at Solana Towers with so much pride and, of course, his bodyguards. The room’s minimalist décor and large floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the company’s parking lot—quite impressive, Pedro thought as he looked around. At the head of the table sat Mr. Rafael Alejandro, the CEO of Solana Towers, flanked by key members of his executive team on both sides of the table. They all wore a smile on their faces. The room was busy with quiet anticipation.Pedro paused at the door, adjusted his suit, and offered a polite yet curt apology. “I do not like to apologise, but for what it’s worth, please accept my apologies for my lateness,” he said, nodding respectfully to Rafael.Rafael smiled thinly and replied, gesturing Pedro to sit from where he sat, “No matter, Don Pedro. We are pleased you could join us. Now, let us begin.”Taking a seat at the table, Pedro’s eyes roved over the set-up

AUTHORS POVREGINAMonday evenings were for relaxation, and if Regina had an actual job, it would have probably validated her timely desire for a blissful evening indulgence at any of her favourite relaxation spots, one with Franco, of course. But that seemed impossible until he proposed some special treat. Regina had planned to spend the morning at the beauty salon; a little self-indulgence won’t hurt, she had thought. But since sweet Franco promised her a dinner in a private restaurant somewhere outside town, what better way to enjoy her evening with the man she loves? So she waited. Although he had mentioned he was going to run a quick errand there for Pedro and had an hour or so to spare. They simultaneously agreed that La Reina De Belleza Beauty Saloon and Spa was going to be their pickup point. They didn’t want any suspicions. Dressed in a simple dress and with minimal makeup, she stepped out of her room.She lowkey prayed not to run into Dame Rossa, hoping she would be fully e

AUTHORS POV When they reached the parking lot, Pablo walked ahead slightly and opened the passenger door of his car. He gestured politely for her to step in. Regina paused in her tracks for a moment, frowned, then walked to the door, shut it violently, and opened it herself. “See, I have hands, and they are working; I can open my own doors,” she rapidly said, sliding into the black leather seat. Why did he open the door for her like that? Who did he think he was, and what was he trying to prove? For what it’s worth, she could open her own doors. She had been doing it for years now—since the day her ex-boyfriend, Cedro Cortez, left her standing there in that church like a fool all those years ago. Since the day she realised that sweet gestures didn’t mean love. They meant nothing if the man behind them was a coward like Franco. It should’ve been Franco opening that door. And the idea of meeting him secretly began to irritate her. The one who should’ve held her hand in front of Da