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CHAPTER 40
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KIMANI The pounding in my head was relentless. Each throb echoed behind my temples, like tiny drums in protest of last night’s wine. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through the large windows. “Turn it off,” I muttered weakly, the sound muffled against the pillow. And then, like magic, the room dimmed. I blinked one eye open to see Danielle gracefully stepping back after drawing the curtains shut. Her usual neat bun was in place, and she carried a tray that smelled faintly of ginger and herbs. “Good morning, Mrs. Walker,” she said softly, her tone gentle, as though even her voice could aggravate my hangover. “I have some painkillers and a sobering soup ready for you. Would you like to take it now before getting ready for the day?” “Now,” I croaked, my voice barely audible. I sat up slowly, wincing at the way my head pulsed with the motion. Danielle moved efficiently, setting the tray down on the side table and
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 42
ALARIC I carried Kimani up the stairs, one arm beneath her knees, the other around her back. She was light—lighter than I expected. Her head rested against my shoulder, her hair brushing my chin as she murmured something incoherent before falling quiet again. I couldn’t help the quiet laugh that slipped out. “You really don’t know how to stop causing trouble, do you?” I muttered, more to myself than to her. She didn’t answer, of course. Her breathing was slow and steady, her face peaceful. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, and I gently brushed them away with my thumb as I reached her door. Pushing it open with my shoulder, I stepped into her room. The scent hit me first—something floral, faintly sweet. It smelled like her. Like warmth. Like home. I walked over to the bed and carefully set her down, pulling the blanket over her. She shifted slightly, her brows knitting as if she was about to wake. But instead, she sighed softly and turned her face into the pillow. I sto
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 41
KIMANI Dinner started like any other evening in the Walker household—quiet, comfortable, and far too domestic for a marriage that wasn’t supposed to mean anything. I’d insisted on cooking that night. I didn’t even know why—maybe it was because I missed doing it for him, or maybe because the house felt warmer when the kitchen came alive with sizzling pans and the scent of food. Either way, I just felt like it. And I couldn’t help but feel like a wife welcoming her husband home from a business trip. Actually, that was exactly what was happening. He’d given me that tiny smirk of his, the one that made it impossible to tell whether he was amused or secretly impressed. “Confident, are we?” he’d asked, rolling up his sleeves like he was ready to rescue the kitchen if I so much as sneezed wrong near the stove. “I don’t need supervision,” I’d replied, tying my apron with extra flair. “You just sit there and look pretty.” He chuckled—low, deep, and amused. The kind of sound that made
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 40
KIMANI Friday came, and I was practically buzzing with excitement. It had been a full week since I’d last seen Alaric — a whole seven days — and even though that might not sound like much, it felt like forever. The house had felt… emptier without him. His absence lingered in the quiet halls, in the untouched chair at the dining table, even in the silence of the library where we usually read together after dinner. I told myself it was ridiculous to miss him this much. He was just my husband — on paper, at least. A man who happened to be my boss when I put on the “Dawn” disguise and walked into Walker Enterprises every morning. Still, that didn’t stop my heart from fluttering at the thought of finally seeing him again. Of course, I had to pretend to be composed — Dawn couldn’t exactly run into her CEO’s arms and tell him she missed him. I chuckled quietly to myself at the image. Not like I’d actually do it… probably. When I arrived at the office, everything felt the same yet someho
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 39
KIMANI Alaric had traveled for business, which meant it was just me in the house — quiet, echoing, and far too big for one person. The first morning he left, I woke up to silence. No sound of footsteps in the hallway, no faint clinking of his coffee mug, no rustle of papers as he read through his morning emails at the table. Just… silence. I sat at the dining table with a plate of toast and eggs that I barely touched. The seat across from me felt too empty. It was ridiculous, really — it had only been a few days, and yet I couldn’t help but notice how used to having him around I’d become. It wasn’t like we talked endlessly or filled the air with laughter. Alaric wasn’t that type. But his presence had a weight — a quiet, steady comfort that I didn’t realize I’d started depending on until it was gone. His rational questions during breakfast, the way he’d sometimes raise a brow at my sarcasm, or that tiny ghost of a smile that would tug at his lips whenever I said something he
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 38
ALARICI have always noticed Kimani, but these days, I couldn’t help but look at her even more.From the moment she entered a room, it felt as though the air shifted around her — softer, warmer, alive. At first, I convinced myself it was nothing more than awareness born from proximity. After all, we lived under the same roof, shared the same meals, and sometimes, shared quiet evenings that stretched far longer than I intended.But these days, it was different.It wasn’t just awareness. It was curiosity. Admiration. Maybe something deeper — something I wasn’t ready to name yet.She fascinated me in ways I never thought possible. The way she loved to cook, humming softly under her breath, completely immersed in her world — like nothing else existed. How she insisted on making breakfast for both of us some mornings, despite having an entire kitchen staff at her disposal. She’d appear in her robe, hair in a loose bun, barefoot and smiling. And even though she occasionally burned toast or
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