Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1010:

However, Jeff’s family had refused to cooperate. Neither charm nor threats had worked.

Yet, Rhys made it sound so effortless. What else had he been hiding from her? Harlee narrowed her eyes.

“Mr. Green, you’re not planning to betray me for your sweetheart, are you?” Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Rhys smiled warmly and said, “Miss Sanderson, don’t you trust me at all? In this line of work, integrity is everything. If you still doubt me… I’ll wager my life on it.”

“Deal!” Harlee aimed the gun at his forehead once more.

“Keep your promise. The day you betray me is the day you die.” Her eyes were like steel, as if ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

Rhys frowned slightly at her words. Then, with a hint of longing in his eyes, he reached for the barrel of her gun and kissed her lips.

Before Harlee could even react, his mouth found hers, carrying the taste of smoke, and he kissed her with a force that stole her breath away.

Harlee had never imagined that a single kiss could break down all her barriers. Initially, she fought, trying to push him away, but the more she struggled, the firmer his grip became.

As the kiss deepened, the more she surrendered. She could feel herself dissolving beneath his kiss, her body quaking as she lost all memory of the past three years, consumed by the undeniable passion igniting between them. She was completely lost…

All because of Rhys.

Once the spark was ignited, everything moved quickly. Their kiss intensified, becoming more urgent as they became lost in each other.

His large hands slid beneath her shirt, revealing the softness of her shoulders and neck.

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His lips moved from her mouth to her collarbone and lower…noveldrama

Just as her clothes were about to be removed, Harlee’s hand struck the edge of the table, snapping her back to reality. She pushed him away as if nothing had occurred and calmly adjusted her clothes.

“Tomorrow at ten-thirty. I trust you won’t disappoint me.”

With that, Harlee exited the hidden room, passed through the study, and left the villa without looking back, leaving no sign of the emotional turmoil she had just endured.

Rhys trailed after her, not easing his tension until he knew she was safely gone.

A faint, rueful smile tugged at his lips. Once again, he had lost control…

He had vowed not to get too close, but once more, his feelings had overtaken him.

Annoyed, he lightly knocked his head and stayed outside the Sanderson house the entire night. The night was chilly, but his heart burned warmly.

Harlee hurried away in a whirlwind of emotion, completely oblivious to Rhys tailing her.

Her thoughts were entirely preoccupied with the kiss they had just shared. She couldn’t deny it—she had been utterly spellbound in that fleeting moment.

Logic and emotion collided fiercely within Harlee, leaving her feeling as though her mind was on the verge of bursting. When their lips met, she felt no hesitation—only a deepening desire for more.

“Harlee, he belongs to someone else. You have to stop thinking about him…” she repeated this mantra to herself, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her skin.

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