Lahat ng Kabanata ng Surrendering to the Billionaire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The golden morning light seeped through the sheer curtains of Adrian’s penthouse, casting long, soft shadows across the bedroom. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of last night’s passion. Amelia stretched lazily beneath the silk sheets, her body still deliciously sore from the night before. The warmth beside her was missing, though the scent of Adrian’s cologne still lingered in the air. She exhaled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before rolling onto her side, only to find a small white envelope resting on Adrian’s pillow. Her brows furrowed as she picked it up. A neatly folded handwritten note slipped out. "Good morning, sweetheart. I had an early meeting, but I expect you to still be in my bed wh

The second they got back to the penthouse, Amelia pushed him against the wall, her lips crashing against his. Adrian groaned in surprise but quickly recovered, his hands finding her hips and squeezing hard. "Impatient, are we?" he teased against her lips. "Shut up," she muttered, reaching for his tie and yanking it free. "You hated watching her touch me," he murmured against her lips. Amelia moaned as he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the cool glass window overlooking the city. "I hated that she thought she could." Adrian growled, his teeth grazing her throat. "You should have told me to fuck her off." 

The sun was barely peeking through the floor-to-ceiling windows when Amelia stirred, her body deliciously sore from the night before, a delicious reminder of last night’s passionate encounters. The warmth of Adrian’s arms around her was unmistakable, his solid frame pressed against her back, holding her close as if he had no intention of letting her go.The feeling of warm, firm hands sliding up her bare back. A low hum of satisfaction escaped her lips before she even opened her eyes. She could already tell Adrian was in one of his moods, the kind where he wanted to remind her exactly who she belonged to before the day even began.His hand slid down her stomach, fingertips grazing her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine.“You’re awake,” Adrian murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His voice was husky from sleep, thick with unspoken desire. His lips trailed a slow, deliberate path down her neck, his breath hot again

Adrian had barely settled into bed beside Amelia when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He ignored it at first, too caught up in the feeling of her warmth against him. But when it buzzed again, this time, twice in rapid succession, a cold sense of unease settled in his gut. Reluctantly, he reached for the device, squinting at the screen. It was Marcus, his head of security. He got down from the bed and walked to the balcony, not wanting to disturb Amelia.  Marcus: Sir, you need to come to the office. Now.Marcus: It’s Celeste. The night was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Amelia didn’t notice it at first, the eerie stillness that had settled over the city. She was still tangled in the warmt

The rain had stopped, but the storm was far from over. The name Victor Calloway settled over the room like a funeral shroud. Adrian stood motionless by the window, his reflection barely visible against the city’s shimmering skyline. His grip on the glass of whiskey was tight, the amber liquid untouched. The air in his office was suffocating, thick with something unspoken. Amelia sat at the edge of his desk, fingers curling around the edges as she studied him. She had seen Adrian furious before. She had seen him ruthless, even lethal. But this? This was something else. “Adrian,” she said, stepping closer, breaking the silence. “Talk t