《Divorced, Desired, Dangerous 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

DARIENThe boardroom at Castellano Headquarters had tension. Six of my top board directors were already sitting around the glass table, their faces tight, staring down at the morning tabloids. But I didn't care about them.My focus was locked on the uninvited piece of trash sitting at the far end of the table.Marcus didn't even belong in this building, but his family’s minor shares had bought him a seat today. He was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, his expensive suit looking wrinkled compared to my crisp shirt. He looked like a man who had spent the night drowning his pride in a bottle after I took Nilah right out from under his nose.“You think a vintage ring makes her yours, Castellano?” Marcus sneered, his voice loud and echoing off the glass walls. He slammed his fist onto the table, completely interrupting the chief financial officer.“Nilah Mariel is a pawn. Her father threw her at you to save his own stocks, and you actually fell for it. She belongs to the Mariel legacy… she b

NILAHThe first kiss wasn't gentle.Darien’s mouth moved against mine with a rough, heavy hunger that made my head spin. I let out a soft, helpless gasp against his lips, and he took instant advantage, his tongue sliding deep past my teeth, claiming my mouth,The heat in my stomach exploded into pure fire, a wild, electric shock running straight down my spine. I hated how much control he had over my body. My mind was screaming at me to push him away, to remember that this was just a business arrangement to stop my father, but my hands had a mind of their own.My fingers dug deep into the fabric of his open shirt, clutching the hard muscle of his shoulders just to keep myself from collapsing completely onto his lap.He pulled back just an inch, his breathing ragged, his grey eyes completely dark as he stared down at my swollen lips.“You’re still flinching,” he muttered, his voice a low, rough growl against my face. “We aren't done, Nilah. Again.”Before I could even draw a full brea

DARIENI didn't pull away from her grip. I just stood there in the center of the marble lobby, towering over Vivian as the rain violently lashed against the glass doors behind us. My face was a completely dead mask, but inside, a dark, dangerous fuse had just been lit.I reached down, my long fingers wrapping around Vivian’s wrist. enough slow, heavy pressure to force her to let go of my jacket. Her fingers slipped off the fabric, her breath hitching as I stepped directly into her space, crowding her against the cold marble pillar until she could barely move.“You have exactly thirty seconds to say whatever lie you cooked up this morning, Vivian,” I growled, my voice dropping into that quiet, terrifying frequency that meant absolute ruin. “And then my security team is going to dump you on the sidewalk with Marcus.”Vivian let out a sharp, bitter laugh, The pure malice in her eyes was too strong. She reached into her expensive trench coat and pulled out a thick manila envelope, slammin

NILAHI stood in front of the vanity mirror, my fingers trembling as I traced my lower lip. It was still slightly swollen, a vivid eed testament to the brutal, jealous way Darien had claimed my mouth against the kitchen island.I had used three layers of concealer to hide the dark bruise forming on my chin where his bandaged fingers had gripped me, but nothing could hide the raw, breathless look in my eyes.My father had set me up perfectly with those fake bank transfers, and if I didn't play along with Darien's public circus, I would be the one taking the fall for the entire Mariel empire.The bedroom door clicked open without a knock.I jolted, turning around quickly as Darien stepped into the room. He was fully dressed in a bespoke black tuxedo,His grey eyes swept over me, long and heavy, tracking the low-cut neckline of the green dress down to the slit at my thigh. A dark, possessive flare lit up his gaze, his jaw tightening as he walked slowly toward me.“You’re late,” he murmur

NILAHDarien spun around, his breathing heavy and ragged, his white shirt slightly wrinkled from the impact. The cold, calculating billionaire was completely gone—replaced by a monster driven by pure, primal rage.He didn't care about the broken glass. He strode straight toward me, his large hands reaching out to grab my upper arms, lifting me effortlessly off my feet until my chest was pressed flat against his pounding heart.His grey eyes were completely black, frantically scanning my face, my throat, down to the lace of the dress, looking for a single scratch.“Did he touch you?” Darien growled, his grip tightening until it was nearly painful, his chest heaving violently against mine. “Nilah. Answer me. Did he touch you?”“No,” I choked out, my hands instinctively gripping his forearms, my heart racing a million miles an hour. The sheer, unhinged protectiveness radiating off him was terrifying, but for the first time since this nightmare started, a wild, electric heat flooded my ve