บททั้งหมดของ Finding Avery Billionaire Love story Trilogy : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets still rumpled from a night of passionate lovemaking. Ethan was nowhere to be found, but I didn't think much of it. Maybe he had gone for a jog or something. I smiled to myself, feeling a flutter in my chest. Last night had been...wow. I got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around me, and started searching for my clothes. I put them on and went down the hall. That's when I heard them, Ethan's friends, laughing and joking in the living room. I paused, my heart sinking as I listened to their conversation. "Dude, you're such a player," one of them said, chuckling. "You've got a different girl every week. First, it was that redhead, then the blonde, and now this innocent small-town girl? " Ethan's laughter was low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. "It's easy to get these ladies hooked," he said. "Just tell them the right things, and they're putty in your hands." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The air was knocked out of me, and

I woke up to the beautiful sight of Avery lying next to me. She looked peaceful, like an angel. Her chest was rising and falling with every breath, and her lips were slightly parted. I stared at her face for a while, feeling a strange flutter in my chest. It was a feeling I had never felt before, and it made me happy and scared at the same time.I didn't want to disturb her, so I slowly slipped out of bed. The floor was cool beneath my feet as I walked across the room. I was wearing only my boxers, and the morning air was a bit chilly. I shivered slightly as I made my way to the sitting room.As I entered the sitting room, Liam and Jason stopped arguing and looked at me with mischievous grins on their faces. They were sitting on the couch, surrounded by empty beer bottles and pizza boxes. The room was a mess, but I didn't care. I was used to their messes."Speak of the devil," Liam said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The playboy has finally graced us with his presence."I rolled m

I stood in Grandma's room, surrounded by the familiar scent of her perfume and the memories we had shared. The soft, golden light of the afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. I felt a lump form in my throat as I took in the familiar sights the old wooden dresser, the comfy armchair, and the bed where Grandma had slept for so many nights. The creaks and groans of the old house seemed to whisper her name, and I half expected her to walk through the door, a warm smile on her face. The air was thick with the scent of old books and lavender, and I could almost hear the echoes of our laughter and tears. I sat on her bed, feeling the softness of the mattress and the familiarity of the blanket. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I could almost hear her gentle voice, whispering words of comfort and love. As I sat there, my eyes fell on the drawer where she kept her important stuff. I remembered the letter she had mentioned in her note, the one she wa

I stood in my new room, staring at the huge wardrobe filled with designer clothes. My father, Richard, had spared no expense in making me feel welcome. But despite the luxury, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider. Vivian, my stepmom, had made it clear she wasn't happy about my presence. And my stepsisters, Sophia and Olivia, seemed to be following her lead. They'd barely spoken to me since I arrived, and when they did, it was with a wholesome amount of disgust. But Richard was different. He was doing everything to make me feel at home. He'd taken me on a tour of the mansion, introduced me to the staff, and even offered to get me anything I needed. I was sitting on the bed, trying to process it all, when there was a knock at the door. "Avery?" It was Sophia, her voice filled with annoyance. I opened the door, “ Dad said I should tell you that dinner is at eight." She said and walked away quickly like I was some virus. I looked at the clock, and my eyes

The days passed, and Vivian and her twins, Sophia and Olivia, were making my life a living hell. They'd mock me, exclude me from family gatherings like eating at the table with them. Vivian organized a casual get-together with family and friends, but I was locked in my room so that I wouldn't attend, and even tore some of my beautiful dresses. But I'd refused to break. I'd just smile, ignore them, and move on, like a duck shaking off water.My dad called me every day, and I'd tell him about my day, minus the drama. He didn't need to know about the craziness. He was busy, and I didn't want to worry him. Our conversations were like a warm hug, filling me with comfort and love.As the day of his return approached, I was excited, like a kid on Christmas morning. I'd been baking him a welcome-back cake all morning. It was going to be perfect, a replica of Gram's famous chocolate cake, with layers of moist chocolate sponge, rich chocolate ganache, and a sprinkle of edible gold dust. My stom