All Chapters of The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EZRA'S POV~My fingers delved into her curls, fisting her locks, holding her in place, wringing tiny gasps of pain and pleasure from her lips. "You're mine, Rosalie," I growled against her skin, trailing hot kisses down her jaw, her neck, claiming her fiercely. Her curves yielded to my rough touch, her body arching on the Calcutta marble. "Say it, Rosalie." My command burned in her ear. "You're mine, Rosalie. No other man will ever touch you." I nibbled on her earlobe, feeling her quake against my body. My other hand snaked down to cup her large breast, kneading her softness. "And now, my love, I'll claim this pussy with my hand.”My hand slipped between her thighs, her breath hitched as I dragged it upward. Her legs parted under my touch, and I knew she was mine, without her having to say the words. She was already wet for me. I slid my fingers over her silk panties, not rushing, feeling the heat of her core through her thin underwear. "You're soaked, my love," I chuckled in her ear

EZRA'S POV~Her body’s tangled with mine—skin on skin, heat still lingering between us, breaths uneven and shallow like we just survived something. Maybe we did. Maybe this was survival, in the most intimate form.I drag my fingers down her bare back, slowly, lazily, like I never want to stop touching her. And God, I don’t. I feel her shiver a little as my fingertips graze the dip of her spine. I smirk against her hair and press my nose to it, inhaling deeply.“Mmm. You smell like peaches and sin,” I murmur against her damp skin. “I’m fucked.”Rosalie giggles softly, her voice a little hoarse. “You were already fucked the moment I walked into your life, Ezra.”“Touché,” I grin, and tilt her head back gently to look at me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, glowing with that post-orgasm haze, and still… still she looks like trouble. My kind of trouble.“You okay?” I ask, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek.She nods, humming. “Better than okay. You?”I kiss her shoulder slowly, then

ROSALIE'S POV ~The morning air felt heavier than usual as I stepped out of the car and onto the marble floors of the company’s entrance. My heels clicked sharply, echoing through the hallway. The staff I passed smiled and greeted me with the usual polite enthusiasm.“Good morning, ma’am.”“Morning, Miss Rosalie.”I nodded gently in return, keeping my mask of calm intact. Isla, ever dutiful and always on time, stood waiting inside my office, back straight, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. The moment I stepped in, she moved toward me with practiced grace.“Good morning, ma’am,” she said softly, taking my bag from my shoulder and placing it on the desk. “I hope you slept well?”I managed a small smile. Forced, brittle.“As well as anyone can,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Please serve me all of the pending paperwork immediately. I don’t want any delays today.”“Of course,” she said with a polite smile. “I already made your coffee the way you like it. I’

ROSALIE'S POV~I stared at my reflection for what felt like hours.The silk robe clung to my body, half draped and wrinkled from the restless night I had. My eyes were hollow, rimmed in the dull grey smudges of fatigue.Today was the day.I dragged a hand through my tangled hair, exhaling as I turned to the outfit Isla had hung on the hook. A black pencil dress, sharp at the shoulders, seamless in its cut. It was power stitched into fabric. I needed it."You sure you don't want me to come with you?" Isla's voice drifted in from outside the bedroom door."No," I called back, forcing steel into my tone. "I’ll meet you at the office. Just make sure everything’s in order. I want all files locked down. Not a single crack for Damien’s people to crawl through."There was a pause, then the sound of retreating footsteps.My fingers trembled as I applied the final touch of mascara. I hated that. I hated how he still made me feel this...shaky. Like a girl lost in her own story. But no, not today

DAMIEN'S POV~I stared at her, the words hitting me like a blow to the gut. Pregnant. My mind fractured for a split second—pregnant. With my child. The room felt colder, the air heavier, as if everything else had faded away and all I could see was the weight of that truth pressing down on me.Her eyes searched mine, wide and trembling, like she was begging for something. Forgiveness? Mercy? I didn’t know. Didn’t care. What I felt was something far darker—rage bubbling just beneath my skin, threatening to snap loose.“You’re pregnant,” I said slowly, tasting the words. “You think that gives you power? That you can hold this over me?”She swallowed hard. “I’m not trying to hold anything over you, Damien. I just... I need you to understand what this means. For me, for the baby.”I laughed, but it was hollow, a sound with sharp edges. “Understand? I understand perfectly. This changes everything—except it won’t change me. You’re still nothing but a pawn, Chloe.”She flinched at the venom i