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Chapter 149: See You Tomorrow
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The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter 149: See You Tomorrow
The sitting room smelled faintly of fresh flowers and polished wood, the sunlight spilling through the curtains and catching on ivory cushions. Mrs. Steele and Mrs. Voss were deep in discussion, comparing swatches of fabric and arguing softly over the table settings.Their voices carried the rhythm of long-standing familiarity, punctuated with laughter and gentle chiding.Evelyn and Liam sat nearby, speaking quietly, their voices barely above the hum of conversation.“The ceremony—have you thought about how you want it to feel?” Liam asked, eyes fixed on hers, earnest and steady.“I have,” Evelyn replied softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want it to feel… intimate. Even with all the grandeur, it should feel like us. Simple, yet memorable.”Liam nodded. “That’s good. I want it to be about us, too. Even if everything else is… exaggerated.”They shared a brief, loaded glance—something unspoken lingering in the space between them. The moment was delicate, fragile, and fu
The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter 148: Two Days
The living room was alive with conversation, fabrics, and gentle chaos. Samples of ivory, champagne, and blush were spread across the table. Tablet screens glowed with images of arches, floral arrangements, and candlelit tables. A few sips of cold tea were left forgotten as Mrs. Steele leaned over the images with a precision that could rival a wedding planner.“The lighting must be perfect,” she said, tapping the tablet with a manicured finger. “It can’t be harsh, or the photos will wash her out.”Evelyn tilted her head, smiling faintly. “Mom, it will be fine. I’m not too worried.”Mrs. Steele waved a dismissive hand. “Not fine. Not acceptable. This is your day. Every detail must be exquisite. You will look breathtaking, Evelyn. Trust me—you’ll make them all forget to breathe.”Evelyn laughed softly. “Thank you, Mom.”Liam’s mother, sitting primly on the sofa, nodded. “Absolutely. You’ll be stunning. Liam will… well, he won’t know what hit him.”Evelyn shifted in her seat, fingers cla
The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter 147: A Week
The ward smelled faintly of antiseptic and warm plastic, the steady hum of machines filling the quiet spaces where words kept failing them.Mia sat on the edge of the chair beside Allen’s bed, her spine stiff, hands folded so tightly in her lap her fingers had gone pale. Evan was on the floor with his back against the wall, dragging a toy car back and forth without really looking at it. Lily sat cross-legged on the bed, careful not to touch the tubes, her small hand hovering over Allen’s blanket like she was afraid even her shadow might hurt him.Allen was awake and quiet. Too quiet for a child who usually asks a hundred questions a minute.Mia kept glancing at his face—those lashes, that familiar crease between his brows—and every time his chest rose and fell, she exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for days.The door opened softly.Mia looked up.Ms. Calder stepped inside, still in her tailored suit, her handbag tucked under her arm like armor. Her eyes swept the room first—A
The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter 146: What’s Wrong
Liam stayed cold at work.Not the deliberate kind of cold he used in boardrooms, not the polished distance that made men twice his age stumble over their words. This was different. This was hollow. His office felt too quiet, too sealed off from the rest of the world, like sound itself had learned to avoid him.“Cancel everything,” he told his assistant without looking up.She hesitated. “Sir, you have—”“I said everything.”A pause. The faint sound of keys tapping, then stopping. “Yes, sir.”He didn’t open a single file. Didn’t answer calls. Didn’t recheck his phone after the third missed notification lit up his screen and went dark.His chest felt tight. Like something was lodged there. Not pain exactly. Pressure and restlessness.Uncomfortable.He shifted in his chair, stood, walked to the window, then back to the desk. He sat and stood again.Finally, he grabbed his jacket.“I’m leaving,” he said flatly as he passed his assistant’s desk.She looked up, concern flickering. “Should I
The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter 145: Where Is Mommy?
The machines were still humming when the incident occurred. That low, steady sound had become the rhythm of the room—breathing measured by wires, hope regulated by numbers blinking green and blue. Mia had been sitting on the edge of the chair all night, back stiff, eyes burning, afraid to blink too long in case she missed something. She was rubbing Allen’s hand absentmindedly when she felt it. A shift. Not the machine. Him. She froze. Her fingers stilled against his skin. Her breath caught somewhere between her chest and her throat. “Allen?” she whispered. Nothing. Her heart sank—just a reflex, she told herself. Just her imagination, fuelled by exhaustion and fear. Then his eyelids fluttered. Just once. Mia gasped so sharply she nearly fell out of the chair. “Allen,” she said again, louder now, her voice shaking. “Allen, baby?” His lashes trembled. Slowly and unevenly. Like he was fighting something heavy. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “Oh my God—” She was on her feet be
The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter 144: Where Am I?
The last thing Aria remembered was the hospital doors sliding open. The smell of antiseptic. The low beeping from somewhere down the corridor. The way her phone buzzed in her palm and how she barely glanced at the screen before slipping it back into her pocket. She remembered thinking she’d be quick. In and out. Just a minute. Then— Darkness. She woke up gasping. Her breath came too fast, too shallow, like she’d been running. Her chest burned. The first thing she noticed was the pressure—tight, unforgiving—around her wrists. Then her ankles. Rough rope. Her fingers twitched instinctively, testing it. Nothing gave. Her face— She froze. Something was wrapped around her head, thick fabric pressed over her eyes and mouth. Not tight enough to suffocate her, but enough to make every breath feel borrowed. Her heart slammed against her ribs. “No,” she whispered, or tried to. It came out muffled, broken. She shifted, panic surging. The surface beneath her was hard. Cold. She rolled s
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