Revenge Of Billionaire's Wife
[The cover is not mine, I had just edited it.] [Warning : This book is going to contain adult scenes.] Amaya shocked and terrified to find out that her boyfriend was sleeping with her sister on the day she came out from jail, she was in jail because of her sister's mistake. She got into an accident and found herself back 7 seven years ago when everything bad with her was started, the same day in which she got into the jail because of her sister Kate's crime. Will she able to save herself this time? What will she gonna do after that? How will she going to change her faith? *********** [Amaya POV] My leg was hurting, but I tried my best to move. Before anyone came to check the balcony, I opened the window to get inside the room where I landed. Inside, I saw a man staring at me silently, as if I had committed a crime. He was staring at me constantly, as if observing from the balcony. I didn't have time to explain everything, but then he said, "You have guts to jump from the 10th floor. It's good that you're alive." As he looked at my body, I glanced down and noticed my dress was somewhat unstable from the jump. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly fixed my clothes and then looked back at him. I was stunned by his appearance; he was incredibly handsome. He had grayish eyes that seemed to pierce into someone's soul. He was taller than me, even though I'm 5.7 ft tall, he appeared to be around 6.2 ft. His body was perfectly covered by a bathrobe. Wait, he was just in a bathrobe. His face seemed familiar, like I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place it. *********** [Adrien POV] She rushed inside the room upon hearing the police approaching to check the balcony. As she entered, she caught sight of me sitting on the bed, staring at her intently. I noticed her dress was messy. My gaze inadvertently fell on her legs, which were fair and smooth. I quickly averted my eyes when I realized what I was doing. It was embarrassing; I shouldn't have been ogling her like that. But she was the one who had leapt onto my balcony like a cat. She was cute and adorable, and I found myself waiting for her to give an excuse, but she seemed lost in thought, trying to figure out what to say. ***** [Adrien POV] I was about to say something, but then I heard a sweet and seductive voice from behind me. I knew that the policeman had also heard it. I looked inside the room, as did the police, and I was shocked to even look at her. She was just in a freaking towel around her bare body. Oh my god, I felt some sensation around my body. She was looking damn sexy. She said, "Ohhh darling, who has come to disturb us in our personal time," in a very seductive tone. My ears were burning after hearing her. She started coming near me slowly, and I looked at her body structure, her body curves near her waist. She came near me and stood beside me, keeping one hand on my shoulder, and came very close to my body. Our faces were close. I could feel her breath on my neck. She looked at the police and said, "Sir, you were disturbing us in our private time." I know how nervous she was a moment ago, but look at her now. She was very confident while speaking. Her acting is quite good though. Does she know what she was doing to me? She was very close to my face, and I could feel how smooth and beautiful her skin is. Her facial structure is very strong.
naked infront of him
Amaya's POV
Seven years ago, when I went to jail, I couldn't believe that Adrien Markram, the richest person in America, was staying near that hotel room. At first, I didn't recognize him because he is not a social person, although news about him was everywhere. No one was allowed to capture his picture, but I knew how he looked because one of my friends works in the news industry and showed me his picture at that time.
Maybe these police know him because of their work; many police were under the control of the Markram family. So they might know what he looks like.
But I have to do something to get rid of these police. I was just in a towel, and I want them to leave so that afterward I can explain the situation to him, because I don't want him to go against me.
I got near him and tried my best so that the police would think it was his private moment by being in just towel, both the police were staring at us like they were so shocked to see him with any women. and then the police left after seeing us like that. But wait, he looked very angry.
I know I didn't have any right to do this, and he was angry, but I didn't know what to say to him. He closed the door very quickly; maybe he didn't like someone seeing us in that way.
He was looking at me in an aggressive way, and then he held my hands and dragged me into the room. I was worried about what he would do to me. He pinned me to the wall and held my wrists against it. I looked into his gray eyes, which demanded a perfect explanation about everything.
"I'm sorry, Adrien. I didn't want to do this, but I didn't have any other option," I said, but he still looked unsatisfied with my answer. Our bodies were very close, and I closed my eyes out of fear.
He came near my ear and said, "So, you already knew who I was, right? Then you also know what I can do to you. I want a proper explanation from you, If you don't want to go to jail."
I was scared after hearing him. No way, I don't want to go to jail again. I still have scars from my past life, and I remember everything that happened to me in jail.
He was still holding my hands tightly, pinning them against the wall. Wait, I hadn't committed any crime, so I didn't need to be scared of him. I looked into his eyes with anger and said, "If you really wanted me to go to jail, you could have done that when the police were here, but you supported my lie. Believe me or not, but I haven't done anything wrong..." I was continuing my sentence, but because I was just in a towel and he was holding my wrist against the wall, I couldn't hold onto my towel, and slowly its knot loosened, and the towel fell from my body.
I was shocked at that moment. My words got stuck in my throat. I wasn't even wearing any undergarments; my body was completely naked. I looked at his face in embarrassment and shyness. What the hell is happening between us? It was getting more and more awkward.
I looked at his face; he had the same expression as me. I glanced at his eyes; he was still looking into my eyes without once looking at my body. He released my hands and looked away, saying, "Go, first, wear your dress in the bathroom." Without waiting for a second, I grabbed the towels and went inside the bathroom, locking it from inside. My heartbeat was racing so fast that I could hear it clearly.
I stood there for a moment to calm my heartbeat. He was very different from other men. I put on my dress and stepped out of the bathroom, looking around the room, but he wasn't there. I thought he might be in the balcony, but he wasn't there either. I was confused about why he left so suddenly without even waiting. Maybe he wasn't interested in knowing about me; after all, he is the richest person. Why would it even bother him? I know he might think I'm a criminal.
I left the room and found myself in the hotel corridor. I glanced back at the room and remembered how, in my past, I was dragged by the police from that room to the corridor. Every staff member was looking at me disgustedly, and some female staff were gossiping about me.
Lost in thoughts about my past, I suddenly remembered that I needed to leave the hotel quickly. I didn't want to get involved in any trouble. After a minute, I stepped outside the hotel and saw my sister Kate standing there. She must have been waiting for me, expecting me to get dragged by the police, just like in the past. She was waiting outside and saw me, but she didn't offer to help. She once said that I was desperate to meet Director Lee, but thankfully, she didn't see me this time. That was good for me.
I hailed a taxi and went to my apartment, which I had bought by saving money for more than 10 years. I worked as Kate's assistant because my father forced me to do so. They didn't even pay me the salary I deserved; it was three times less than the salary of an assistant. But thank God, I saved up and bought an apartment.