All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

If Lawrence Dalton had slapped him across the face, it would've stunned Blake less than hearing those words come out of his mouth. What kind of twisted people were these? What kind of man let his lover throw herself at someone else like it was no big deal? For a moment, Lawrence just stared at him, disbelief in his eyes. Then he turned and walked away without a word, leaving Blake standing there, humiliated and fuming, face-to-face with Charlotte. "That wasn't a smart move, sweetheart," she said with a sigh. "But you don't need to freak out. This isn't mandatory. You don't have to sleep with me if you don't want to. I guess it just depends on your survival instinct... and what matters most to you." There was something in her eyes that made Blake shiver. But in the end, he swallowed his rage, grabbed one of the most expensive bottles from the bar, and walked out without looking back. He honestly had no idea how he made it home. Half the bottle was already gone by the time he slu

Blake felt like someone had slapped him hard across the face. He actually rubbed both hands over his cheeks just to make sure he was awake. "What did you just say?" he muttered, stunned. "Carly… what did you just say?" A long second passed in silence before she took a deep breath and shrugged. "I'm telling you to do it," she repeated. "Sleep with my sister. Get that deal, and do whatever it takes not to go under." It was like he was talking to a stranger. How could she even say that? How could she suggest something like sleeping with Charlotte? "Have you lost your mind? I didn't tell you that so you'd give me permission! I told you so you'd understand how serious this is!" Blake said, his voice rising in disbelief. "I don't want to do that, I don't want to cheat on you, I don't—" "Oh, please. It's not like it would be the first time," Carly snapped. "I mean, it's not like you didn't sleep with her before. And I remember very well you didn't ask for my permission back then."

Blake parted his lips to speak, but no words came out. His eyes had hardened, and she could see the frustration and rage building in his expression. He walked toward her with a forced smile and looked her up and down with contempt. Charlotte waited for him to say something, but he stayed silent. Slowly, he began taking off his shirt, and she could see the tattoos and every defined muscle in his chest and abdomen. She stood still, heart racing, the sound of her pulse pounding in her ears. She didn't even try to look away. She wanted to see him. She wanted to remember him… and he didn't show the slightest bit of shame as he removed the last piece of clothing and stood completely naked in front of her. He was painfully attractive. If Blake Baldwin could stun the world seven years ago, now he was simply a refined version of a war god. And he hated her with every fiber of his being as he prepared to give himself to her. He grabbed the front of her pajamas and pulled her toward him w

He couldn't breathe. Blake felt a stabbing pain in his chest, as if he'd plunged the knife in himself—and now there was no way to pull it out. The truth? The truth was horrifying. The truth made him guilty. And those bloodstained sheets crumpled in the corner of the room… they were his sentence. Charlotte hadn't lied to him seven years ago. She'd been a child. A child who had woken up naked next to him in a bed—and who everyone, himself included, had blamed for the worst. She was the one who had been hurt. She was the one who had been drugged and violated. And he hadn't believed her. He'd accused her like the rest of the family and had spent the last seven years hating an innocent woman. He launched himself off the bed, pacing back and forth through the room until he finally snapped. His rage and frustration exploded outward, and he destroyed every object within reach. Then he stormed out, barely stopping to pay for the damage before speeding like a madman toward Lawrence Dalt

All that came out of his mouth was a ragged, choking breath. A desperate attempt to breathe. Blake couldn't tear his eyes away from those scars, even as he held Charlotte's hands in his. It was one of those terrible images that destroyed you… and still, you couldn't look away. The weight of guilt crushed him like a slab of concrete pressing down on his chest. Not even in his worst nightmares had he imagined this. That she had done something like that. That she had tried… to take her own life. "Oh God, Charlie," he choked out through a sob. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt like his soul was ripping apart, and there was no release, not even in apology. He didn't even know when he dropped to his knees in front of her. His eyes burned with unshed tears, and his voice was raw with pain. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me," he cried, breathless, broken. "I need you to know how much I regret what I did. I should've believed you. I should have believed you. You were