All Chapters of TRADING MY EX FOR HIS STEP BROTHER : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 123: THE RECEPTIONKIMBERLY:While we were driven from the church to the reception venue, Damien held my hand the whole way, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. The car was a sleek white Rolls Royce Phantom driven by our chauffeur. By the time we pulled up to the venue, I was speechless. The reception hall looked like something out of a royal fairytale. Floor-to-ceiling windows sparkled, white silk drapes cascaded from the ceiling, and crystal chandeliers glowed above like a million little diamonds. Different colours of roses lined every table, every pillar, and even the stairway railing.“Billionaire’s wedding, huh?” I whispered, squeezing Damien’s hand as we stepped out of the car.He smirked, leaning down to my ear. “Only the best for my wife.”The guests welcomed us with cheers as we walked inside. I could hear the live band playing soft jazz in the background, the saxophone notes smooth and romantic. Waiters in sharp black suits glided around with trays of champagne flu

CHAPTER 123: THE RECEPTIONKIMBERLY:While we were driven from the church to the reception venue, Damien held my hand the whole way, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. The car was a sleek white Rolls Royce Phantom driven by our chauffeur. By the time we pulled up to the venue, I was speechless. The reception hall looked like something out of a royal fairytale. Floor-to-ceiling windows sparkled, white silk drapes cascaded from the ceiling, and crystal chandeliers glowed above like a million little diamonds. Different colours of roses lined every table, every pillar, and even the stairway railing.“Billionaire’s wedding, huh?” I whispered, squeezing Damien’s hand as we stepped out of the car.He smirked, leaning down to my ear. “Only the best for my wife.”The guests welcomed us with cheers as we walked inside. I could hear the live band playing soft jazz in the background, the saxophone notes smooth and romantic. Waiters in sharp black suits glided around with trays of champagne flu

CHAPTER 125: I NEED YOU DAMIEN:Night has fallen and the sky has no stars. I stared at my unconscious wife and wondered what we had done to deserve a second chance. We had no shelter, no warmth and no food. But we had life and we had each other. And that was what mattered the most.I stared at Kim's beautiful face and sighed. I covered her injuries as much as I could, wrapped her in my arms and prayed for her to wake up. “Baby, I need you to wake up,” I whispered, my throat raw. “We’re not done yet. You hear me? You can’t leave me like this.”Miracles indeed do happen because it didn't take long after my prayers before she sneezed and her eyes fluttered open.She stared at my face for quite a while and it seemed she didn't recognise me. I smiled and planted a warm kiss on her lips.“Honey,” I said affectionately. “You're awake. Thank goodness!”She blinked repeatedly and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Damien.. where are we?”I heaved a huge sigh when she mentioned my name. I had

CHAPTER 127: THIS TASTES LIKE HOPE DAMIEN:Our night wasn't a pleasant one. The soft leaves I had used to make a mattress was a far cry from the comfortable bed we had at home. And one bug after another kept crawling all around our bodies. Kim rested her head against my chest, wincing every so often from her injuries. I held her tighter, my hand rubbing her arm.I was worried about Kim more than I worried for myself. But we lived to the break of dawn.As the sun filtered through the makeshift shelter, I blinked repeatedly and opened my eyes. Kim was in a sitting position, staring at me. “Good morning,” she said, as she scratched her arms and legs.I put my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. “Are you okay?”She nodded. But I knew she wasn't okay. I checked her wounds. Blood had dried, but she was still weak. There were red marks on most parts of her body where bugs had bitten her. As I stared at those marks, her stomach growled.We both needed food. My stomach had been gro

CHAPTER 129: MAKING OUR FIRST FIRE IN THE FOREST DAMIEN:It has been close to a week since our plane crashed here. And we have tried to attract attention. But nothing seems to have worked. Kim was beginning to lose hope of us being rescued but I kept faith alive in my heart.The morning came cold again. My whole body hurt like hell, but Kim looked worse. Her lips were dry, her skin pale, and her eyes barely open. She tried to smile at me but couldn’t hold it for long.“Hey, you okay?” I asked, brushing dirt off her cheek.She gave a weak nod. “Yeah… just tired. So tired, Damien.”“Don’t talk like that, baby,” I said softly, forcing a grin. “We made it this far. We ain’t dying in no damn forest.”I got up and looked around. The trees stretched forever, green and quiet, like they were laughing at us. We’d been here almost a week since the crash. Every day felt like a year.The fruits we’d been eating were almost gone. I knew Kim needed more than that, but I didn’t have anything else t