Semua Bab The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Sunlight filtered through the grand windows of the Knight mansion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wafted from the kitchen as the staff moved with practiced efficiency. But the opulent dining room, usually bustling with the morning's first meal, lay silent and abandoned.With his customary punctuality, Old Mr. Knight made his entrance, the rhythmic tap of his walking stick a staccato against the cold stone. He scanned the vacant expanse, lips pressed into a thin line, irritation clouding his aged eyes. Where the hell was everyone? He thought"Mr. Knight, it's good to see you." Dora's voice cut through the silence, syrupy and sweet. She stepped forward, her smile faltering under his withering glance. The old man spared her no words; he had no time for snakes masquerading as loyal subjects.The click of heels on the staircase drew his attention. Olivia descended with calculated grace, cloaked in feigned warmth, like a w

Dora feigned surprise, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you," she cooed, the corners of her mouth twitching into a sly grin that she quickly smoothed over. The air in the grand hallway of Xavier’s opulent mansion felt charged—a battlefield of wills and hidden daggers. "At least she's fine, right?" Dora continued, her voice laced with venomous sweetness. "I mean, Cathleen couldn't bear you a son. Maybe you should marry the woman who was supposed to be your wife in the first place; don't you agree with me? It was just a girl. I don't know why she would faint because of a girl; maybe it was a boy. Why make a fuss over a dead girl?"Xavier's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing into icy slits as he stared at the conniving woman before him. "Mrs. Jackson," he called out, his voice low and dangerous."Yes," Dora answered too hastily, her heart leaping with the mistaken belief that this was her opening, her chance to push her daughter Avery into Xavier's arms and li

The morning light crept through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the polished staircase that Cathleen descended with deliberate grace. Clad in a tailored suit that hugged her slender frame, she moved like a panther—sleek and poised despite the storm that raged within her.Xavier sat at the breakfast table, his posture rigid, exuding an aura of control that belied the turmoil he felt. The sight of Cathleen, so composed and so fiercely alive, unsettled him. He watched her pour coffee with hands that didn't tremble, and his voice betrayed a hint of surprise. "You look well.""Good morning to you too, Mr. Knight," she retorted, the edge in her tone sharper than the knife beside his plate. Xavier cleared his throat, grappling with an unfamiliar unease. "Morning, sorry; it's just that you look good.""I don't look like my problems, Mr. Knight." Cathleen shot back, her coffee as dark and bitter as the reality they faced.He tried to pierce her armor with concern. "So, Cat, how are you

The early morning sun had barely crested the horizon when Xavier's black SUV pulled into the driveway of their sprawling mansion. He stepped out, his form casting a long shadow on the gravel as he moved with purpose toward the imposing front door. This dawn-lit return had become an unwelcome ritual, ever since Cathleen crumbled under the weight of their loss, clutching a doll to her chest instead of their baby Bella.He entered the quiet living room, where the scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air like a veiled accusation. Cathleen was there, as expected, perched on the edge of their plush cream sofa, which now seemed more like a throne of judgment. She took measured sips from her porcelain cup, eyes fixed on some distant point only she could see."Cat, it's not what you think," he began, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue, "I had a late meeting I needed to attend to." His voice betrayed him, rough with unspoken truths.Cathleen's laugh was a sharp crack in the silence; her

The morning light sliced through the blinds, casting long shadows across the polished floors as Xavier stepped into the sterile silence of his living room. Cathleen perched like an ice queen on her minimalist throne and didn't even glance up. Her fingers curled sensuously around the porcelain mug, the steam from her coffee mingling with the frost in her gaze."Welcome home, Mr. Knight," she drawled, her voice a silken threat."Cat, I—" His words were clumsy, tripping over the tension and thickening the air.She cut him off as sharply as a whip's crack. "I believe we have to take care of that name, Mr. Knight. It's Cathleen or Mrs. Knight to you."His jaw was clenched, muscles working beneath stubble. The fight had drained from him; every inch of his body screamed for a reprieve, but none was coming. He was a man on the edge and Cathleen... Cathleen was the abyss staring back.He sighed, a sound heavy with the weight of unspoken battles. "Mrs. Knight, we need to talk."A smile played o