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CHAPTER 86

ผู้เขียน: Lizbeth Rose
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KIMANI

The car ride home felt different from the one that brought us to the event.

Quieter. Softer. Like the night itself was winding down with us.

The city lights blurred past the window, streaks of gold and white melting into the dark. My body finally registered what my mind had been ignoring for hours—how long I’d been standing, smiling, walking, dancing. My feet ached in that deep, insistent way heels always left behind, and with a small sigh, I bent forward and slipped them off.

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    Labor did not begin the way Kimani expected. There was no dramatic scream in the middle of the night. No sudden rush of panic. It started… annoyingly. “Alaric.” He didn’t look up immediately, still focused on the document in his hand. “Hmm?” “Alaric.” Something in her tone made him pause. He slowly lifted his head. Kimani was standing in the middle of the room, one hand on her lower back, the other resting protectively over her stomach. Her expression was… off. Not pain. Not yet. But something close. “What is it?” he asked, already standing. “I think…” she hesitated, brows furrowing slightly. “I think something’s happening.” Alaric was beside her in an instant. “What kind of ‘something’?” he asked carefully. Kimani opened her mouth— Then froze. Her grip tightened on his arm. “…Okay,” she whispered. “That… hurt.” Alaric’s entire body went still. “How bad?” he asked. She exhaled slowly, eyes closing. “Not… terrible,” she said. “Just… weird.” A beat. Then ano

  • Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar    EXTRA:TWO

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  • Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar    EXTRA: ONE

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  • Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar    CHAPTER 109

    THIRD PERSON'S POV The moment the jet touched down, reality returned with it. The soft, dreamlike calm of the island faded as the tires met the runway with a firm, grounding thud. The gentle hush of waves and warm ocean air was replaced by the structured efficiency of the city—sharp, fast, unapologetically alive. Kimani felt it instantly. She sat still for a moment after landing, her fingers loosely intertwined with Alaric’s, her mind caught somewhere between the island they had just left behind and the life waiting ahead. Alaric glanced at her, already reading her thoughts. “Don’t tell me you’re already missing it,” he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Kimani turned to him slowly. “Already?” she echoed. “Alaric, I started missing it the moment the plane took off.” He huffed a quiet laugh, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a brief kiss against her knuckles. “Dangerous,” he said. “You’re getting sentimental again.” “And you’re not?” she challenged. He did

  • Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar    CHAPTER 57

    ALARIC After the last important meeting of the day, I finally allowed myself to stop pretending. I wasn’t focused on the files in front of me—my mind had long since wandered elsewhere—but that didn’t matter anymore. I stood, straightened my blazer, and addressed my assistants, who were still

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    KIMANI The world stopped. I stood there, frozen in place, staring at Rachel like she had just spoken in another language. Her eyes were wide, confused, a little hurt, and very—very—curious. Everyone else? They were staring at me like I had just peeled my face off and revealed a different huma

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  • Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar    CHAPTER 59

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  • Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar    CHAPTER 58

    KIMANI The moment Alaric pulled away from the kiss, my knees felt like they were made of warm jelly. His hands were still resting on my waist, steadying me as if he knew I might actually crumble if he let go too quickly. His forehead rested lightly against mine. “Go freshen up,” he said soft

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