All Chapters of Love Prevails : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

For the next two weeks, Grace would be in London with Jullian. Michelle was keeping up with her physiotherapy from home and resting as much as possible. James was back in the office but only part-time so that he could be with his wife more. Back in Alderley, Camilla sat at her writing desk, staring at the final page of her manuscript. Her hands trembled as she typed the last few words, then exhaled sharply. It was done. After months of pouring her heart and soul into her own personal story, her first book, Love Prevails, was finally complete. "Finally, my book is finished," she smiled with a joyous relief. "That's awesome, babe. I'm so proud of you," he said as he gently put his hands on her shoulders and massaged them."So when are you going to have it published?" Bradford asked her. Pride emanating from him, for the woman he chose to be his life partner "Ah, I'm not sure where to have it published," she laughed. Bradford

As the morning sun cast golden rays over the shimmering waters of Tenerife, Camilla stretched lazily on the balcony of their suite, taking in the mesmerising view.Bradford emerged from the shower, a towel draped around his waist. “Morning love, you’re up early,” he remarked, rubbing his hair dry.“I wanted to take in the view before we leave,” she said, turning to him with a soft smile. “We’re finally seeing Tamara, Frederick, the twins, and Aunt Ruby today.”He chuckled as he pulled on a linen shirt. “It’s only been a month or so since we saw them. We didn't get to see the twins when they were in Cheshire. I'm curious to see how much the twins have grown.”By the time they were dressed and ready, a sleek black SUV had pulled up and was waiting outside the resort to take them to Tamara’s villa, nestled in the hills overlooking the coastline The drive was scenic, winding through lush greenery, cliffs, and stunning ocean views.As they pulled into the gated estate, the sight of the spr

While Camilla and Bradford were enjoying some romancing and dancing under the moonlight stars and ocean waves, back in London, England, Grace, and Jullian doing their thing. London had its own rhythm. It was chaotic, polished, and just a little bit pretentious. Grace had spent the day in a high-rise office talking tax strategies with a client who thought spreadsheets were a personality trait. After that long day, she deserved a drink. Hell, she deserved three.Her phone buzzed just as she stepped onto the bustling sidewalk. A message from Jullian Jullian: Meet me at The Balfour in thirty minutes. I've booked a private booth. I’ll make it worth your while.A slow smirk curved her lips.Grace: That so? Planning something dangerous?Jullian: Only if you consider my hands on your thighs in a dark bar “dangerous.”She rolled her eyes but felt warmth curl in her stomach.Grace: See you soon. And don’t star

While Camilla and Bradford are jet-setting between Tenerife and Malta and Jullian and Grace are in London, back in Cheshire, a little trouble is brewing. Lloyd's phone rang at 6 a.m. Saturday morning. "Hello?" he asked, groggy from getting to sleep late the previous night. "Lloyd, It's me," Maybelle announced. "Who's me?" he asked, soft enough so as not to wake up his wife. Too late, Meghan sat up straight. Hearing the female voice on the other end, her ears perked up. From the last incident, Meghan didn't want to jump to conclusions. She trusted her husband and so sat quietly as he spoke. Seeing his wife awake, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. "Morning my beautiful petal," he mouthed. "It's Maybelle!" she said excitedly. "Maybe

Lloyd woke up with a start, the stiff hospital chair doing little to ease the knots in his muscles. He blinked against the dim light filtering through the blinds, his first instinct to check on Meghan. Meghan was still asleep, her breathing slow and steady, the faintest trace of colour returning to her cheeks. Relief washed over him, though it did little to settle the deep-seated frustration brewing inside him.Kevin was totally to blame. He didn't need to put a hand on her. His presence alone had been enough to send her body into overdrive. The stress and trauma it had all culminated in the previous night’s collapse, and Lloyd couldn’t stand the thought of Meghan going through that again.A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Doctor Appleton entered, clipboard in hand, his face unreadable.“She’s improving,” he said before Lloyd could even ask. “Her blood pressure stabilized overnight, and her pain has lessened, but yo