Todos los capítulos de Betrothed: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Noah's POV."Stop the car Racheal, stop being tough and stubborn!" "What! Stubborn and tough!...... What the fuck are you saying, Noah, you went ahead to seduce one of my employees, and you went ahead to drown yourself in the solace of alcohol reeking of it, and you just tell me I am acting STUBBORN!!!" "What!, is that what that bitch told her!" I screamed Internally as Rachael stepped on it in anger causing us to jerk forward.I could see her chest rising up and down; she looked so scary and beautiful when she was angry.I knew the only way to get ahead of this was to solve it before getting home; I wouldn't be taking this in front of Ariella."Ask your questions, Racheal, and you should calm down..... uh. I am not drunk; I had some cup of whiskey, but not enough to make me drunk."Her rage hasn't calmed down yet, and I could see that; I know I have to tell her about Rayla, but not now, and denying that I did not go back there to seduce that girl means I would have to give her the

Noah's POVWe got home late, almost morning, and found Ariella asleep on the couch, probably waiting for us to return. I felt a pang of guilt for keeping her up, but I was too exhausted to dwell on it. Despite sleeping late, I woke up early, my stomach growling like a feral beast. Drinking on an empty stomach had its consequences, and the hangover hit me like a freight train, leaving me wincing in pain.Rachael stirred at the sound, noticing my discomfort. Before I could say a word, she picked up her phone and called Mike, asking what she could cook for me. How did she know I loved porridge for my hangover? The last time she made me soup, it barely touched the pain, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless.I heard her hang up, and moments later, Rayla’s voice came through the speaker. Rachael climbed down from the bed, disappearing through the door. A few minutes later, she returned with a steaming bowl of rice porridge, the aroma wafting toward me, making my mouth water.“Seems a lot

Rayla's POV.I had to go home as early as possible to tend to Mike's needs, I knew he was okay when he said so but I still find it hard to believe that especially since that was the first time I would be seeing him in such a vulnerable state.I never had any idea that he could be like that behind closed doors until yesterday.It would be a huge lie if I said I wasn't, I was scared to my bone and that made me blurt THAT he would be staying calling sick and now I couldn't focus at work because I kept drifting into space and drawing then back on the meeting, making them repeat the same questions over and over again.I dropped my long coat over the chair and headed upstairs to meet it empty; I slapped my forehead knowing fully well he was back at work, I barely could bear my rage.I decided to call Racheal and tried to explain things to her because I felt it disrespectful if Mike could just walk away from my order like this when we were just in a relationship when he knew better that I me

Rachael's POV.I got Kelvin's message and it was far from what I was expecting, the moment Kim rejected him in the presence of all, I don't know but I felt an increase in my insecurities, don't blame me; I don't know how to live on with the knowledge of my half-sister still having feelings with my husband and seeing the message erase all my insecurities.I was with Kelvin when Rayla informed me that Mike just walked away from her order even though he knew it was all for him.I knew Rayla might be feisty sometimes but was the one who would walk a mile for their loved ones.I glanced across Mrs. Patterson before finding my way to Noah's office.I couldn't believe the calmness in me when I spotted Kim with Noah, I knew I was supposed to be angry but I wasn't, I smiled widely realizing this lady before me would be getting anytime soon.I had no intention of ignoring Noah but I was overwhelmed seeing Kim and she looked chubby than before even though she was still looking sick.I noticed Mi

Kim's POVThe conversation I had with Rachael wasn’t a pleasant one, and it opened a wound. I could feel my health deteriorating, but I decided to keep it to myself. The last time I went to complain about the new pain I detected recently, I was met with dead silence in response to the results.I had to put chemotherapy on hold during my first trimester, knowing how badly radiation exposure could affect my baby. I was put on medication, but now I felt like nothing was working, as my first-stage cancer had suddenly progressed to the second stage. I had started chemotherapy again, but I hoped it would work.I had been locked up, complaining to my mom about something else, assuring her I would be fine after a good rest. My test results reporting my second-stage cancer were soaked with my tears. I placed my hand on my belly, softly talking to my child—one of the things I had grown fond of since I became pregnant.“Child, just be patient... Mom will soon help you out of there.” It had been