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Chapter Twenty
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His Princess, Not His Blood Chapter Twenty-seven
The cough intensified, becoming a strangled gasp. Jordan’s face began to flush, a dark, alarming crimson. He clawed at his shirt collar, his breath catching in ragged, desperate gulps. A wheezing sound, thin and high-pitched, whistled from his constricted airways.Ella froze, the sight of him struggling, truly struggling, cutting through her anger. His eyes, once full of scorn, now held a raw terror.“Pepper,” he rasped, the word barely audible, punctuated by another violent cough. “Too much… pepper…” His hand flew to his chest, thumping it weakly.James was already out of his chair, rushing to his son’s side. “Jordan, breathe! Just breathe!”But Jordan couldn’t. His face was now a purplish hue, his lips turning blue. He was leaning heavily on the table, his body shaking with the effort to draw air. The wheezing grew louder, a desperate cry for oxygen.“He has asthma!” James exclaimed, his voice laced with panic. “His inhaler! Where’s his inhaler?” He patted Jordan’s pockets, t
His Princess, Not His Blood Chapter Twenty-Six
The silence, thick and suffocating, stretched between them. James’s ragged confession hung in the air, a phantom limb of pain. Ella knelt before him, his raw vulnerability a stark contrast to the composed man she knew. Her fingers, cool against his clammy skin, gently peeled his hands from his tear-streaked face.“James,” she breathed, her voice a soft command, “you have to tell me everything. No more secrets. No more fear.” Her gaze flickered to Jordan, then back to James. “We all deserve the truth.”He looked between them, a silent battle raging in his eyes. The breath he finally released was a shuddering surrender. “Okay,” he rasped, the word barely a whisper. “Okay. I’ll tell you everything.”Jordan, still a sentinel of simmering anger, watched from across the room. A flicker, quick as a moth’s wing, darted through his gaze curiosity, perhaps a fragile, unwelcome hope. The truth, raw and unvarnished, was finally about to be laid bare.Days bled into a strained tableau. Jord
His Princess, Not His Blood Chapter Twenty-Five
Ella’s eyes widened. A few weeks ago? James had known about Jordan for weeks? And he had still said nothing? The betrayal deepened, twisting in her gut.Jordan’s expression hardened. “She found you then, didn’t she? After all these years, when she was sick, when she knew she didn’t have much time left.” His voice was laced with a profound sadness that cut through his anger. “She wanted me to know my father. Even after everything, she wanted me to have that.”James nodded, his head bowed. “She contacted me. Told me everything. That she had a son, that it was mine. That she was… ill.” His voice cracked. “I was shocked. Devastated. I wanted to come, immediately, but she said no. She said she didn’t want me to complicate things. She just wanted me to know about you. To be prepared.”“Prepared for what?” Jordan scoffed. “Prepared to tell your new family you have a whole other life hidden away?” He looked at Ella, his gaze sharp, accusatory. “Did he tell you about his first family, Ell
His Princess, Not His Blood Chapter Twenty-Four
James finally found his voice, a strained attempt at authority. “Jordan, that’s enough.” He took a step towards his son, but Jordan held up a hand, stopping him.“No, it’s not enough,” Jordan retorted, his voice rising slightly, the underlying anger now more apparent. “Twenty-three years, and then I just show up on your doorstep, and you think a quiet ‘that’s enough’ will cut it?” His eyes, identical in color to James’s, but filled with a raw, unbridled hurt, fixed on his father. “You think you can just pretend I don’t exist for over two decades, and then when I finally track you down, you get to dictate the conversation?”Ella descended the stairs slowly, her legs feeling like lead, every step a conscious effort. Her gaze was locked on James, a silent question, a desperate plea for an explanation. The betrayal, sharp and sudden, pierced through the lingering warmth of their intimacy. How could he have kept such a monumental secret? A son.She reached the bottom of the stairs, st
His Princess, Not His Blood Chapter Twenty-Three
The climax hit her like a lightning bolt, a shattering explosion of pleasure that rippled through her entire body. Her muscles clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper. A guttural cry tore from her throat, her head thrown back, arching against the dresser, as wave after wave of sensation washed over her.He groaned, a deep, primal sound, as her contractions spurred him on. His thrusts became frantic, desperate, his body trembling with the effort. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth gently nipping, as he emptied himself deep inside her, a hot, pulsing release that mingled with her own.They clung to each other, breathless, spent, their bodies slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. His weight pressed her against the dresser, a delicious burden, his heart hammering against her back. Slowly, his breathing evened out, and he shifted, pulling out of her with a soft *squelch*, then turning her in his arms, cradling her against his chest.He carried her
His Princess, Not His Blood Chapter Twenty-Two
His lips, warm and demanding, consumed hers, a kiss that devoured her doubts, her fears, her every lingering reservation. Her hands, still clutched to his shoulders, slid upwards, tangling in the thick hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, demanding more. A low moan rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her, a primal sound of satisfaction that ignited a matching fire deep within her. The world outside the kitchen, the one filled with potential judgment and societal rules, receded, replaced by the encompassing reality of James. Only James.He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with an unquenchable hunger. His gaze swept over her flushed face, lingering on her swollen lips, the rapid pulse throbbing at the base of her throat.“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice a raw rasp, a promise and a declaration. His hand, which had been cupping her breast, slid down, tracing the curve of her waist, then dipping lower, beneath the hem of her shirt. His fingers b
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