Semua Bab Claimed By The Billionaire: Bab 11 - Bab 20

DamonShe was such a natural.At lying, that is.I sat down, watching how she so easily lied to my mother, the words flowing out so easily from her lips as they chatted away.I watched as Mother ate up every single word she said without a doubt, falling deep into her charm.One down, next up was the proposal and family dinner.Everything had to be perfect.I would say like her, but the memory of the betrayal slaps me back to reality.She was beautiful, in an almost unbelievable way. She had a grace to her that was evident in the way she sat and conversed with my mother, a feat that very few women and men could achieve.Mother had a way of reading people and had always been very judgmental of the people who came around me. This was not the case here, not in any way. It was, in fact, the opposite.She welcomed her in a way I had never seen, which I noticed came as a surprise to Aria..Ava as well. I watched her go from uncertain to calm, before finally relaxing into their conversation.

Aria If there was a way I could claw my fingers into that smug face of Damon’s, I’d do that in a heartbeat. I've lost count of the number of nights I've lain awake, tossing and turning, in deep thoughts of the best way to gather any information about the whereabouts of my parents and Ava. Somehow, I feel even more trapped in “my” apartment, especially with the number of men standing guard on the other side of my bedroom door, and the countless CCTV cameras. How Ava put me in this mess in her absence is beyond my understanding. She had always been trouble, and this was the umpteenth time I was suffering for her wrongdoings. It happened every other day, as we were very similar. One time, I narrowly escaped being raped by her boyfriend – he could have sworn I was Ava. From a distance, you’d never guess the contrast in our personalities. She has a lot of explaining to do. Does she even think of me? Are my parents somewhere out there, actively searching for me the way I search for th

DamonI warned her.She wouldn't stop running her mouth, not even with the cameras on us. So yeah, she had it coming. The second she pushes one word too far, I crush my lips onto hers. She gasps—caught off guard—and I take full advantage, deepening the kiss before she has time to process it. Her hands push against me instinctively, but I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in, trapping her hands between us, right against my chest.I hold the kiss for a bit longer before pulling back, ignoring the lush feel of her lips on mine. I step back and hold her hands on my chest firmly— she looks like she wants to slap me, her eyes filled with so much anger and hatred. I get the anger, I shut her up while talking. But that look? I thought she’d like the kiss. It’s not like it’s our first rodeo. She tries to release her hands from where they’re trapped on my chest. Her chest heaved from both anger and breathlessness. I drag her with her hands on my chest, and she jerks forward, basically

AriaThe doorbell blares just as I strap on my shoes.Talk about perfect timing. I head to my bed to grab my purse. The ‘nannies’ Damon hired had just left a few minutes ago, but I have to admit, they did a fantastic job on my face - I look ravishingly beautiful.I open the door to find Damon standing outside, his hands tucked into his pockets, looking annoyingly handsome like always. I look up to meet his gaze, but his eyes are elsewhere, scanning me from head to toe with an assessing glance. I step out of the apartment and close the door behind me“Do I meet your expectations, Mr Stone? I’m not dressed like I’m going to a park, am I?” I ask, the sarcasm in my voice finally catching his attention.He clears his throat, “This will do for tonight,” He says, then turns away without another glance and walks to the elevator.Would it kill this man to be civil? Who raised him? Wolves? I shake my head and proceed into the elevator on his tail.“The ‘nannies’ you hired did a pretty good job,

Aria"Yes. You."Joshua's smirk irritates me in a way that makes me want to both slap him and look away. Yet, I can’t seem to pull my eyes from his. The heat creeping up my cheeks is undeniable.I shoot him a glare, my disbelief evident. "Excuse me?" I snap. "Are you seriously hitting on me outside the bathroom?"He shrugs, completely unfazed by my reaction. "Relax, Aria. I'm joking. Sort of. You’re beautiful, though. And technically, you’re not married yet."I fold my arms, a wave of disgust washing over me. "You followed me out here just to say that?"He raises his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I’m just saying, if my brother ever messes up—and trust me, he will—you have options. Namely, me."My jaw clenches, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. I open my mouth to retort, but before I can say anything, a familiar voice cuts through the tension."Babe?"Damon.My heart skips a beat as I turn to see him striding towards me. His movements are deliberate, but I can sense the