Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex

Chapter 145: The Bed of Petals

Diane’s POV

Soft candlelight filled the room, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. Rose petals had been scattered across the bed, arranged to spell out "I LOVE YOU." More candles lined the pathway to the bathroom, creating a trail of flickering light.

I moved deeper into the room, my heart pounding. On the nightstand was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, along with a note in Noah’s handwriting: "For my beautiful fiancée—tonight is just the beginning of our forever."

Following the candle-lit path, I discovered that the bathroom had been transformed into a romantic spa. The enormous soaking tub was filled with steaming water, surrounded by candles and rose petals. Expensive bath oils and salts were arranged on the counter, along with fluffy towels and a silk robe.

But it was the gift box on the vanity that made my breath catch. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was the most exquisite lingerie I’d ever seen—a matching set in deep burgundy lace that was both elegant and incredibly sexy.

A note was tucked inside: "For the woman who has my heart completely. Wear this if you want to drive me absolutely crazy...Noah"

I felt heat rise in my cheeks as I held up the delicate pieces. The bra was cut to flatter, with intricate lace work that was almost like art. The matching panties were equally beautiful, designed to make a woman feel like a goddess.

My hands were shaking slightly as I began to undress. The bath looked incredibly inviting, but I found myself drawn to the mirror, imagining Noah’s reaction when he saw me in his gift.

I’d just finished changing into the lingerie and throwing a piece of the chocolate in my mouth when I heard the key card in the door. My heart began to race as I positioned myself by the entrance, wanting to surprise him the way he’d surprised me.

When Noah walked through the door, his eyes immediately found mine, and the bottle of wine in his hands nearly slipped from his grasp. His mouth fell open slightly, and I watched as his eyes traveled over me, taking in every detail of the lingerie against my skin.

"Diane," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "You look..."

"Do you like what you see?" I asked, moving closer to him. My fingers found his tie, and I began to pull him gently down to my height.

Noah gulped, his eyes darkening as he looked at me. "I... yes. God, yes."

I could see the heat in his gaze, the way his breathing had become shallow. "I see you’ve figured this all out," I said with a smirk, enjoying the effect I was having on him.

"Diane," he said, his voice strained, "are you sure about this?"

Instead of answering with words, I brought his head closer to mine, letting my tongue dart out to wet my lips as I stared at his mouth. I could feel the tension radiating from him, the way his body was responding to my nearness.

Noah nodded, seeming to lose his ability to speak. His eyes were locked on mine, full of desire and love and something deeper—a hunger that matched my own.

Taking two steps back, I maintained eye contact as I slowly slipped the delicate panties down my legs. Noah’s eyes widened as I tossed them at him with a playful smirk.

"Come and get me," I said, beginning to remove the bra with deliberate slowness, letting him see every inch of skin as it was revealed.

That was all the invitation Noah needed. He moved with surprising speed, pulling off his suit jacket and shirt as he crossed the room to me. When he reached me, he pulled me into his arms with a passion that had been building for months.

His kiss was hungry, desperate, full of all the feelings he’d been holding back. I could feel how much he wanted me, how much he’d been restraining himself, and it made me want him even more.

"I love you," he murmured against my lips as he lifted me into his arms. "God, Diane, I love you so much, you taste so sweet."

He carried me to the bed, laying me down gently among the rose petals. His hands were trembling as he traced patterns on my skin, his touch reverent and worshipful.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, pressing kisses to my collarbone. "So perfect."

He started at my feet, pressing soft kisses to my ankles, then slowly working his way up my legs. When he reached my thighs, I felt my body responding, arching toward him.

"Noah," I whispered, my voice breathless. "I need you."

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "I’m going to take you to the moon and back," he promised, his voice husky.

He continued his exploration, his mouth and hands worshipping every inch of my skin. When he reached my breasts, I moaned softly, my hands tangling in his hair.

"I need you, Noah," I said again, more urgently this time.

He smiled against my skin, continuing his loving assault on my senses. "I know, beautiful. I need you too."

And then we were together, completely and utterly, in a way that felt like coming home. Every touch and moans, every thrust on my G-spot, every kiss, every whispered word of love felt like I was floating on cloud 9.

Afterward, we lay tangled together among the rose petals, my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"That was..." I began, then trailed off, unable to find words.

"Perfect," Noah finished, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "You’re perfect."

I lifted my head to look at him. "I love you," I said simply.

"I love you too," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "More than I ever thought possible."

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The next week passed in a whirlwind of wedding preparations. Between work meetings and planning sessions, I felt like I was living in a beautiful dream.

"Are you ready for this?" Joan asked as we stood outside the bridal boutique on Saturday morning.

I looked at the reflection of our little group in the store window—Joan, my mother, Sarah our nanny, and me, with Dylan and Danielle in their stroller. We looked like a proper wedding party.

"I think so," I said, though my stomach was fluttering with nerves. "Though I have no idea what style I want."

"That’s what we’re here to figure out," Mom said, squeezing my hand. "This is going to be so much fun."

The boutique was elegant but welcoming, with soft lighting and comfortable seating areas. The consultant, a woman named Flora, greeted us warmly and began asking questions about my vision for the wedding.

"I want something elegant but not too formal," I explained. "Something that feels like me, but also feels special."

Flora nodded thoughtfully. "Let’s start with a few different styles and see what speaks to you."

The first dress was beautiful but wrong—too traditional, too much like what I’d worn to my first wedding. The second was too modern, too stark. But the third made me pause.

It was a flowing A-line gown in ivory silk, with delicate beading that caught the light. The neckline was elegant without being too revealing, and the skirt moved like water when I walked.

"That’s beautiful," Joan breathed as I stepped out of the dressing room.

"It’s lovely," Mom agreed, "but let’s try a few more before we decide."

The next hour was a blur of trying on dress after dress. Some were too formal, others too casual. A few were beautiful but didn’t feel right. And then Flora brought out a dress that made everyone in the room go quiet.

It was a mermaid style in champagne-colored silk, with intricate lace detailing that seemed to shimmer in the light. The bodice was fitted but not tight, and the skirt flowed out dramatically from the knees. It was elegant and sophisticated, but also romantic and soft.

"Oh my," Mom whispered as I stepped out of the dressing room.

Joan had tears in her eyes. "Diane, you look absolutely stunning."

Sarah was bouncing Dylan on her hip, and even he seemed to approve, reaching his chubby hands toward me with a big smile.

But it was my mother’s reaction that sealed it. She stood up slowly, her own eyes filling with tears. "My beautiful daughter," she said softly. "You look like a princess."

I turned to look at myself in the three-way mirror, and my breath caught. The dress was perfect—elegant but not stuffy, romantic but not overly sweet. It made me feel beautiful and confident and ready to marry the man I loved.

"This is it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is the dress."

Flora beamed. "It’s absolutely perfect on you. Shall we talk about alterations?"

As Flora took my measurements, Joan wandered over to the selection of bridesmaid dresses. "Since I’m your maid of honor," she said with a grin, "I should probably try on a few options."

"Actually," I said, struck by a sudden idea, "why don’t you try on a wedding dress too? Just for fun?"

Joan looked at me like I’d lost my mind. "Diane, I’m not getting married."

"I know, but wouldn’t it be fun to see how you’d look? Come on, we’re having a girls’ day. Live a little."

Flora overheard and immediately got excited about the idea. "Oh, what fun! I have some sample dresses that would be perfect for you to try."

Before Joan could protest further, Flora had whisked her away to the dressing room. A few minutes later, she emerged in a stunning ball gown with a full tulle skirt and delicate crystal beading.

The entire room erupted in laughter and cheers. Joan looked absolutely gorgeous, but she was also making ridiculous faces in the mirror, posing dramatically and pretending to be a movie star.

"How do I look?" she asked, striking a pose with her hands on her hips.

"Like a Disney princess," I laughed. "But make it fashion."

Mom was laughing so hard she was crying. "Oh girls, you’re going to make me wet myself."

Sarah was giggling too, holding Danielle, who was clapping her hands at all the excitement.

Joan tried on two more dresses, each one more dramatic than the last. For the final one, she chose a sleek, modern gown that was completely different from my romantic style.

"Now I look like I’m getting married on a yacht," she announced, sashaying around the dressing room area.

"Or to a billionaire," I added, which sent us all into another fit of laughter.

By the time we left the boutique, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. We had my dress ordered, with a rush delivery for the alterations, and Joan had decided on a beautiful dusty rose dress for her maid of honor duties.

"That was the most fun I’ve had in years," Mom said as we loaded the twins back into their stroller.

"Me too," I agreed, linking my arm through hers. "Thank you for being here for this."

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world," she said, squeezing my arm. "Seeing you this happy, this excited about the future...it’s everything I ever wanted for you."

As we walked toward our cars, Joan fell into step beside me. "So," she said with a mischievous grin, "how was your hotel night with Noah?"

I felt my cheeks burn. "Joan!"

"Come on, I planned that whole fake crisis. I deserve some details."

"You’ll get no details from me," I said primly, though I couldn’t suppress my smile.

"That smile tells me everything I need to know," Joan said with satisfaction. "I’m so happy for you, Diane. You deserve every bit of happiness coming your way."

Looking at my friend, my family, thinking about Noah and the life we were building together, I felt overwhelmed with gratitude. Just over a year ago, I’d been broken and lost, unsure if I’d ever feel whole again.

Now I was surrounded by love, planning a wedding to a man who cherished me, raising healthy children, and looking forward to a future that felt bright and full of possibility.

"I think I’m the luckiest woman in the world," I said softly. noveldrama

"You’re not lucky," Joan said firmly. "You’re brave. You fought for this happiness, and you deserve every second of it."

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