All Chapters of Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Pain jolted inside my chest. I swallowed hard, pushing that unwanted emotion away. At least they’re gone, I told myself, walking into the kitchen to place the steaming hot dishes on the food trolley. Having Grey in the room while I worked was like trying to walk on fire. I was glad he wasn’t there anymore, watching me with that hawk-like gaze. A sigh escaped my lips as I pushed the food trolley out of the kitchen door.I returned to the table where the brothers were seated. At the sight of me, they turned in my direction, their gazes lingering on my face, as though they hadn’t yet recovered from the shocking similarities I shared with their grandmother. I would love to meet her in person to see how far our similarities went. I shrugged at the hopeless thought in my head and diverted my full attention to transferring the food from the trolley to the table.“Happy birthday!” The man with the blue lagoon eyes and midnight black hair spoke. My head snapped in his direction, my eyes wide a

Is this really for me? Yet again, the voice inside my head asked. But even though the evidence pointed to it being meant for me, I wasn’t quite satisfied. With a deepening frown on my forehead, I stepped closer. My keen eyes narrowed in concentration as they skimmed the settings in the center of the spacious office, like a detective inspecting the scene of a crime.Walking past the tables, I immediately stopped in my tracks when my feet stepped onto something hard and sharp. A loud gasp escaped my lips, and I hastily stepped away upon realizing I had stepped on broken shards on the floor. Upon close inspection, I discovered the shards lying on the floor were parts of an expensive ceramic glass. So, that’s why the plates on the table were missing, I mumbled to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. I doubted the plates landed there accidentally. The way the parts scattered on the floor, like constellations dispersed into the sky, indicated they were thrown across the pristine white flo

When he strode out of the cellar, he found Natalia on her feet, looking at the display of books on the shelves, pretending to admire them, although she was obviously bored to death just looking at them. He’d known Natalia for almost all his life—nearly twenty-two years, to be exact—and he knew what kind of woman she was. They grew up together, were childhood sweethearts, and went to the same school. She became the cheerleading captain, and he became the football star. Everyone thought they were amatch made in heaven. So, Grey thought too, until the day he was supposed to get married to her, and she left him waiting at the altar.He had been blindsided by lust and something he initially thought was love, failing to see her true colors. Natalia was a wolf in sheep's clothing. It took him twenty-two years to realize that. Now that he was twenty-seven, he looked back to five years ago and found himself grateful she left him because if he had been with her during those five long years, hi

I was hurrying up the grand imperial staircase when the sharp cry of the emergency alarm blared furiously from the ceiling speakers, shattering the peaceful stillness of the mansion. Shock jolted me from my deep, racing thoughts and abruptly whirled me back to reality.I pulled to a stop in the middle of the staircase, my fingers tightly gripping the handrail for support. Reeling from shock, I took a deep breath to calm my jumpy nerves, then released it with a deep sigh. I repeated the inhale-and-exhale process until my pulse returned to normal.Did a burglar enter the house? That was the first question popping into my mind as I pulled myself together. Alerted, my eyes sharpened at the thought as they surveyed the expanse of the house in search of a man I imagined wearing a black overall, his face covered with a cloth to shield his identity.There was no one in sight. That’s what I thought at first, then I saw a woman fleeing down the left staircase. Her scarlet silk gown looked utter

My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe while I imagined what they must have been doing before I arrived at the Bradford Mansion. Crying would do me no good, reason told me. Opening my eyes, I wiped the tears from my cheeks with my dry fingers. I heaved a deep sigh, then straightened my spine again. My thoughts drifted back to Grey. I wondered where he was now because I hadn’t seen him since the moment I entered the mansion. Certainly, he hadn't left. I saw his car parked in the driveway, and I didn't see him leaving either. Is Grey in his bed now? Asleep? Should I confront him about Natalia? I am his wife, so I am entitled to do so. After a brief moment of contemplation, I decided to talk to him first thing tomorrow morning. I couldn't do it now anyway, with my head so confused and dazed. A full eight hours of sleep would make me feel better tomorrow, and my mind would be much clearer by the time I spoke to him. Granting myself a favor, I finally pushed him out of my th