Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Naive Maid: Bab 11 - Bab 20

...Serene’s POV The living room glowed with the soft warmth of afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the hardwood floor. I was standing at the kitchen counter, my casual outfit—a breezy white top and a knee-length skirt—clinging lightly to my frame as I sliced oranges for Nicholas’s juice. The sharp tang of citrus filled the air, mingling with the faint knot of unease in my chest. Guests were coming, but who? Were they some important men? The question gnawed at me, each unanswered possibility tightening the coil of my nerves. What If they hurt me? What if they found out about Julian and Valencia and were coming to tell Nicholas about me?I sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear, my fingers trembling ever so slightly.“Serene!” Nicholas’s voice, deep and commanding, sliced through my thoughts. My heart trembled, a nervous gulp catching in my throat. Clutching the glass of freshly squeezed juice, I hurried toward the livi

...Author’s POV The red room was a world of shadows and secrets, its crimson walls absorbing the dim light. Serene was laid on the silk-sheeted bed, her wrists bound above her head by cold metal handcuffs that bit into her skin with every tug. A black satin blindfold covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness and amplifying her fear of what was to come. Her chest heaved, each breath a shaky gasp, her heart pounding so fiercely she thought it might burst. The air felt heavy, charged with anticipation, and she sensed Nicholas’s presence before she heard him—a silent predator watching her from the foot of the bed.Nicholas stood there, his gaze raking over her, lingering on her toned legs, bare and vulnerable beneath the hem of her skirt. A smirk curled his lips, desire flickering in his eyes as he savored her helplessness. He indeed looked like a hungry beast ready to attack his food. She was his canvas tonight, and he intended to paint her with pleasure and torment, taking hi

...Serene’s POV The university hallway buzzed faintly with distant chatter, but for me, the world was a blur of panic and tears. I was on the cold floor, my backside aching from my sudden fall, my bag clutched tightly in my trembling hands. My heart was pounding in my chest. Alex, her senior, loomed above me, his warm brown eyes filled with concern as he extended a hand to help me up. “Serene, is that you?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry. “Are you okay?”I nodded shakily, letting him pull me to my feet, but my legs felt unsteady, my heart racing from the collision and the weight of my fears. Alex frowned, his gaze searching my face. Alex Peterson, one year senior than me. He had been there for me since my first yea of university. When I came, he was there to help me all along and I considered him a very close friend yet we never really sat together to even have lunch because he was a popular guy and Girls seemed to be so crazy for him. “Why haven’t you been com

...Author’s POV The air was thick with the scent of leather, his cologne, and something darker—something primal that clung to Nicholas Volkov like a second skin.Serene laid sprawled across the desk, her body a canvas of chaos and surrender. Her dark hair fanned out in disheveled waves, strands clinging to her sweat-dampened forehead. Her eyes, glossy with unshed tears and raw desire, shimmered in the dim light, wide and vulnerable. Her cheeks burned a feverish pink, the flush spreading down her neck, and her lips—red, swollen, and parted—trembled with each ragged breath. She was only in her soft cream sweater, the fabric bunched up around her waist, leaving her lower half exposed to the cool air. Her panties were long gone, discarded somewhere in the haze of Nicholas’s relentless hunger, and her legs were spread wide, trembling in the air as they framed the man who knelt between them.Nicholas Volkov was a vision of sin, his dark hair tousled, his sharp jaw glistening with he

...Serene’s POV My eyes fluttered open, my body sinking into the plush cushions of a couch. I blinked, taking in the dim elegance of Nicholas’s office. I was still here.A sharp gasp escaped me as memories crashed in—I’d passed out at his desk, overwhelmed, vulnerable. My cheeks blazed with embarrassment, the heat searing my skin. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I sat up slowly, my gaze flicking to the desk. Empty. No one there. I exhaled, relief washing over me. I could not look in his eyes for a few days now after I just decided to pass out on his desk. But the air felt thick, alive with a presence that made my pulse spike. My heart thudded as I sensed someone close. Turning my head, I froze. Nicholas lounged on the adjacent couch, his head tipped back, eyes closed, as if savoring a private moment. His legs were spread wide, thighs straining against his tailored pants, exuding raw, unapologetic dominance. He looked so big and dominating. My heart raced as I clutched the b