MasukChapter 217: BDSM room**Bryan’s POV**I had spent the entire week keeping this secret from Christiana, which was not an easy task. She had a way of looking at me with that searching eyes, like she could peel the truth out of me if she just stared long enough.I had managed to keep my mouth shut from spilling the surprise that awaits her. Finally tonight, I would see the look on her face when she discovered what I had prepared.Her trust in me mattered more than anything now. She had said no to rushing into marriage again, and I respected that, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t remind her of what we had before Bella twisted everything. I wanted her to feel safe with me again. Wanted her to know that even through the lost memories, I remembered what mattered most…us.“Close your eyes,” I said when we reached the hotel lobby.She gave me a suspicious look. “Bryan…”“No arguments.” I grinned, pulling a folded silk scarf from my pocket. “Humor me for once.”Her lips curved into a reluctant
Chapter 216: Together in bed**Christiana’s POV**Bryan lay beside me, his chest heaving, sweat dampening his temples. His arm was draped across my waist, holding me as if he feared I would vanish if he let go for even a moment.His lips brushed against my shoulder, warm and insistent, then trailed up the side of my neck. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, his way of telling me he wasn’t finished cherishing me.“Christiana,” he murmured between breaths, his mouth against my ear. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”I turned in his arms, still flushed, still trembling. “Wait for what?”He shifted, his dark eyes finding mine. There was no hesitation in his expression, only certainty, the kind that always made my heart both soar and quake.“Our marriage,” he said firmly. “I want us to plan it again. Properly this time. No interruptions. No betrayals. Just you and me.”The words sent a shiver through me, not of desire but of fear and longing, the clash of two emotions I had wrestled with for too
Chapter 215: Ryan... Bryan**Christiana’s POV**The drive to Bella’s mother’s house felt heavier than it should have. The streets stretched endlessly, vendors calling out over the hum of traffic, children darting between carts, the scent of something roasted and dust mingling in the air. Yet none of it could distract me from the weight pressing on my chest.I remembered the first time I’d come here, how unsettled I’d felt, how the chaos of the home mirrored the chaos Bella herself always dragged into my life. Part of me wondered why I was returning now, why I would willingly place myself in the orbit of someone tied so closely to the woman who had destroyed me time and again.But Matilda’s disappearance haunted me. I couldn’t shake the thought that if I’d acted sooner, she wouldn’t have fled. That guilt pushed me now. Maybe I couldn’t undo what had happened with her, but maybe… just maybe… I could do something here.When the cab finally pulled up, the house stood just as I remembered:
Chapter 214: Pay Bella's Mother A Visit**Christiana’s POV**I sighed heavily. “Bryan…”He glanced at me quickly, then back to the road. “Yes, my baby.”“Matilda didn’t just come to tell me she was pregnant,” I said slowly, forcing the words past the guilt in my chest. “She… she asked for my help.”His brows furrowed. “Help?”“She said Tony won’t claim the child. That he gave her some money and told her to get lost. She can’t reach his father, she has no support, and now she’s carrying his baby all alone. She asked me to help her raise the child, to support financially.”I saw his knuckles tighten on the wheel, though his voice was calm. “And what did you say?”I swallowed hard. “I told her no. I said Tony ruined my life, that his child wasn’t my business. I walked away.”Bryan gave a small nod, keeping his eyes on the road. “And now you regret it.”My throat tightened. “Yes.” I rubbed my palms against my knees, restless. “I know it’s not my responsibility, but the look on her face… B
Chapter 213: Bryan's Matilda**Christiana’s POV**Bryan had pulled me out of the office with Pascal’s constant annoying statements.The air outside was heavy, still charged from the storm of emotions that had swirled inside the office. I couldn’t shake off the way Pascal had looked at me and, the way Bryan had nearly exploded in front of him. The tension between the two brothers was already electric, and I feared I might be the fuse.But the moment we stepped into the car, Bryan’s hand closed over mine on the console, grounding me, reminding me that for all the chaos outside, between us, there was still something unshakable.We drove in silence for a while, the city lights blurring past, both of us lost in our thoughts. It wasn’t until we reached the edge of town that Bryan broke it.“Come with me to the mansion tonight.” His voice was soft, careful, like he was testing the water.I stiffened. “The mansion?”“Yes.” He flicked a glance at me, his dark eyes searching. “Adams Mansion, Ch
Chapter 212: Little Wolf**Bryan’s POV**Christiana’s breath was soft against my ear, her body warm in my arms, I loved her so much I wanted to make love to her.I used to make one statement that just came across my mind right now.Christiana would be the end of me.I can’t actually imagine life without this woman.I caressed her breasts, trailing my hands down to her pussy as I kissed her neck.The world outside of this office had fallen away with the chaos of Pascal.Right now, there was only Christiana and me, rediscovering the moments that had always been ours. Our kisses were feverish, our touch both desperate and tender, like two people who had been starved and were finally allowed to eat again.Her pussy was already wait, yearning for me. I could probably go ten rounds with this woman.I pressed her against the edge of the desk, and her laughter bubbled between the kisses. It was soft, shaky, but real. That sound filled me with something I hadn’t dared to hope for: home.Every







