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Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 95
KIMANI “Where are we?” The question slipped out of me in a breath, barely louder than the waves rolling against the shore below. Alaric stood in the doorway, watching me from across the room as dawn began to bleed into the horizon behind me. The sky was shifting from deep navy to soft gold, and the ocean stretched endlessly, calm and impossibly blue. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked toward me slowly, hands tucked into his pockets, expression composed in that infuriating way he had when he knew he’d succeeded in surprising me. “It’s a private island,” he said finally. I blinked. “A what?” “A private island.” I turned back toward the ocean as if it would suddenly confirm his words in bold lettering across the water. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” I stared at him again, trying to gauge whether this was one of his dry, subtle jokes. It wasn’t. “You bought an island?” I asked carefully. “Yes.” “Like… bought bought?” “Yes.” My mouth opene
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 94
KIMANI Leaving felt unreal. One moment we were wrapped in noise and fireworks, confetti still clinging to the floor and laughter echoing through the halls. The next, we were in the back of the car, the mansion gates sliding closed behind us as the city glowed in the distance. It was past midnight now. A new year. A new beginning. And apparently, a mystery. I leaned my head back against the seat and studied my husband in the dim interior lighting. He sat composed as ever, one hand resting casually over mine, the other holding his phone as he reviewed something for the third time tonight. “You’re still not going to tell me?” I asked. “No.” “That’s cruel.” “It’s strategic.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think I won’t guess?” “You won’t.” His confidence was annoying. And attractive. Mostly annoying. The car pulled into a private section of the airport, far from the commercial terminals. The runway lights stretched endlessly into the dark horizon. A sleek jet waited for
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 93
KIMANIWe migrated back to the living room like a victorious army returning from battle—only our weapons had been whisks and spatulas, and the casualties were limited to flour-covered countertops and Alex’s wounded pride.The center table was now crowded with plates of pastries from every group. Our caramel tarts gleamed under the warm lights, Denise and Dominic’s croissants sat in perfect golden layers, Adrian and Zendaya’s red velvet cake looked straight out of a bakery window, and Ava and Malik’s chaotic brownie-cookie invention leaned slightly to one side but somehow held together. My dad’s simple sponge cake rested modestly among them, quietly dignified.The Christmas lights were still wrapped around the banister and glowing softly. Outside, the sky was dark but restless; faint pops of early fireworks echoed in the distance. It was a few minutes to midnight, and anticipation hummed in the room like static.Ava and Malik had stationed themselves on the rug directly in front of the
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 92
KIMANI The plan was simple. Spend New Year’s Eve with family. Count down to midnight. Leave immediately for our honeymoon. Clean. Organized. Efficient. Very Alaric. It was the evening of December 31st, and once again the mansion was full. The Christmas decorations were still up, lights glowing warmly against the tall windows. Music hummed softly in the background, glasses clinked occasionally, and the energy in the room was restless—the kind that builds when everyone is waiting for midnight. Ava and Malik were seated cross-legged on the rug, aggressively writing New Year’s resolutions in matching leather notebooks. “I’m going to wake up at five a.m. every day,” Malik declared. “You wake up at eleven on weekends,” Ava replied without looking up. “That’s because I’m conserving energy.” “For what? Causing problems?” He ignored her and kept writing. I leaned against the arm of the couch, watching them with mild amusement. “You two know you’ll abandon those in a week.” “Excu
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 91
KIMANI It was the morning of Christmas. And for once… it was quiet. Suspiciously quiet. Alaric and I were still in bed, tangled in warm sheets and softer silence. Our room was soundproof—one of Alaric’s many “necessary architectural decisions”—which meant whatever disaster was unfolding downstairs had not yet reached us. The world outside could burn and we would not know. I was curled into him, my cheek resting against his chest, his arm heavy and secure around my waist. The sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft golden streaks, warming the edge of the bed. We were both awake. Neither of us had moved. Alaric brushed his thumb lazily against my side. “Should we leave the house to them?” I tilted my head up to look at him. His hair was slightly tousled, his expression calm in a way that only existed inside these walls. No CEO composure. No guarded stillness. Just him. “You want to escape?” I asked. He nodded once. “I’m sure it’s chaos down there.” He didn’t deny i
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 90
KIMANI By the time the sun dipped low enough to paint the sky in warm orange and rose, the mansion was already buzzing. Christmas Eve. The staff had outdone themselves. Garlands wrapped around the stair rails, fairy lights twinkled against polished walls, and the massive tree in the main hall shimmered in gold and deep red. No snow outside—just cool, dry air drifting through slightly opened windows—but inside? It felt like something out of a holiday film. Warm. Loud. Alive. Zendaya arrived first, dressed like she personally owned December. Malik followed five minutes later carrying two bottles of wine and the energy of a marching band. Denise came right after, calmer, observant as always. Then came Adrian and Dominic—sharp suits, polite smiles, carrying gift bags that probably cost more than my first apartment rent. And then there was Alex. Who somehow managed to attach himself to Malik within three minutes. That was the beginning of the end. “You can’t just spike
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