Semua Bab The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Cathleen rose from the tangled sheets, a frown creasing her forehead. Her feet found the plush carpet as she made for the door."Where are you going?" Xavier's voice, deep and commanding, anchored her to a halt."To my room, I need to freshen up," she replied without turning, her tone clipped and resolute."This is your room; this is where you belong. I've moved all your things to this room." The declaration was possessive, brooking no argument.Cathleen spun around, the incredulity written stark across her features. "What?" She spat the word out like a curse. "What right do you have to move all my belongings to this room?"Xavier's eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto hers. "The right a husband has over his pregnant wife," he countered, his voice firm and dismissive of any protest. "I don't want to argue with you, and if you're going to start with the Olivia drama, know this—I have never been to this room with her."He paused, his gaze never wavering. "Olivia knows my room to be th

The rich, savory scent of freshly cooked food wafted through the dimly lit room, filling Xavier's senses. He carefully placed the tray on the nightstand and took a moment to admire the delicate shadows dancing across the walls, cast by the flickering light of a single candle. The cozy bedroom seemed to embrace them in its warm embrace. As he gazed upon Cathleen, her face serene in sleep, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this quiet moment together. The soft rise and fall of her chest with each breath was like a lullaby, calming his restless mind."Cat," he called softly, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the stillness. Her body stirred, a small crease forming between her brows, and for a fleeting moment, Xavier's lips twitched into a semblance of a smile. She was always so composed, every word calculated, but now, in slumber, she seemed almost vulnerable.He leaned closer, the scent of her hair mingling with the food's steam. It should have been a moment of p

Xavier's shadow loomed tall as he strode toward the private elevator, the sharp click of his Italian leather shoes echoing against the marble floor. Olivia’s heart hammered in her chest, a desperate plea at the tip of her tongue."Congratulations, Miss Williams." Xavier's voice was a cold caress, absent of warmth or interest as he glanced at her swollen belly with dispassionate eyes."Xavier, it's your baby," Olivia blurted out, the words laced with a cocktail of hope and defiance.A chuckle rumbled from his throat, a rich sound that held no mirth. "Miss Williams, you have to be very sure of what you are talking about, because I do not remember," he said, his tone dripping with derision. He turned to his assistant and said, "Caleb, let's head inside. I don't have time for this."But Olivia wasn't done—not by a long shot. Her heels clicked against the floor as she pursued him, determination etched on her face. "Just because you are now in love with your stupid wife, you tossed me away

Xavier's body twisted in the silken sheets, a turmoil that mirrored the chaos churning within. The moonlight bathed the room in an eerie glow, casting shadows that danced with his mounting regrets. His gaze fixed on Cathleen, her delicate form shrouded by the darkness of their bedroom and the weight of his transgressions. A single tear escaped her closed eyelids, tracing a path down her cheek—a silent testament to the pain she harbored even in slumber."Damn it," he muttered under his breath, the coarse whisper barely disturbing the oppressive stillness. With a gentleness that belied his usual dominance, Xavier reached out, his index finger tenderly brushing away the moisture from her skin. He watched, rapt, as each breath she took lifted her chest in a rhythm that seemed too serene for one so wounded by his hand.Restlessness clawed at him, urging him to stand upright. He slipped from the bed, muscles coiling, and every step away from her was a reluctant retreat. He snatched his phon

Olivia's body twisted in the silken sheets, a restless dance of frustration and anger. She had envisioned herself as the undisputed queen of the Knight estate, her womb carrying the heir that would cement her place beside Xavier. But now, Cathleen's swelling belly mocked her dreams, threatening to unravel everything."Damn you, Cathleen," she hissed into the darkness, her voice a serrated whisper cutting through the silence. "How did you manage this?" The walls of the opulent guestroom seemed to close in on her, each breath being a simmering cauldron of schemes gone awry.In another wing of the sprawling mansion, Dora lay awake, her mind a whirlwind of calculations and conniving. The plush mattress beneath her felt like a battleground where futures would be decided. Cathleen was ahead; her pregnancy was more advanced than Olivia's—a fact not lost on Dora's calculating gaze."Who will bear the first Knight heir?" she muttered, tracing the patterns on the bedspread with a manicured nail