All Chapters of His Bride By Force: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SERA Fundraisers were nothing but fancy excuses for rich people to flex their egos. Except tonight. Tonight, the guest list had one very special maybe-attendee: the priest. Or rather, the bastard in robes who thought he could play God and executioner. I'd suggested the idea. Correction: I had insisted. Killian had glared at me as if I'd suggested salsa dancing with the Grim Reaper. "You're pregnant, Sera? Have you lost your goddamn mind?” he'd hissed when I first mentioned it. I had kissed him on the lips and called him 'dramatic.' Which he absolutely was. Now there we were, Killian in a black tux, oozing with a dangerous aura even when smiling at donors. On the other hand, I was wearing a silk dress with a thigh-high slit and enough hidden steel to arm a small militia. My heels were a little too high for subtle murder but perfect for stabbing throats. Killian's hand hadn't left my lower back the entire evening. It wasn't a romantic thing. Instead it was a territorial 'don

KILLIAN Her chin jerked under my hand, her eyes flashing with the familiar defiance I’d fallen in love with. My Angel was baring her teeth at the Devil."Don't lie to me," I said, my voice laced with menace even though the corner of my mouth was tugged upward.She was lying. Of course she was. And fuck me, I adored it. It was adorable how she thought she could play me and slip past me. She didn't understand that I wanted her wild. I wanted the blood on her hands, the sharp tongue, and the sharp blades. All of it.But she was carrying my child. Our child. And that was the only reason my jaw tightened.She muttered something about a shower and stalked off towards the bathroom. She wasn’t scared. My Angel was never scared of me. Instead, she was bristling with a wolfish pride. My gaze followed her every step, the sway of her hips even in sweatpants, and the defiance in the set of her shoulders.I smirked when the door shut behind her. Silly woman.But then the nausea clawed at me ag

RAFAEL The Cross family meeting looked less like a mafia council and more like auditions for The Walking Dead.Matteo was hunched in his chair, his skin the color of parchment with dark hollows under his eyes. My once-dashing older brother had transformed into the poster child for guilt-induced insomnia. If regret had calories, he'd be obese.Across from him, Killian sat with one hand clutching his stomach, the other braced on the armrest, a metal bin parked by his side. He hadn't eaten anything but salt crackers and water in twenty-four hours, and still his body thought vomiting was the best party trick. Sera rubbed his back in slow circles, murmuring something I couldn't hear. He was hunched, pale, and stubbornly pretending he was still in control.And my Ethan sat beside me. He was supposed to be the calm anchor in this room, but I saw the subtle tension in his jaw and the way his gaze kept darting to me when he thought I wasn't paying attention. He was clearly worried about K

ETHANHours Before the Call, Hospitals test a man's patience.I'd sat in that waiting room for hours, watching the clock crawl past midnight. I'd fought cartel bosses, negotiated with warlords, and stared down men with guns to my head. Yet, nothing riled me up the way waiting for Rafael to walk out of those double doors did.Dios, I hated the helplessness that came with it.When he finally appeared, he looked like a shadow of himself. His shrubs were wrinkled, and his curls were slightly damp with sweat, his shoulders drawn tight. Exhaustion clung to him, but what was worse was the shame in his blue eyes when they found mine."How are you feeling?" I asked softly.His throat bobbed. He shook his head, and when he spoke, his deep voice was raspy and strained. "Let me change first."I nodded once. "I'll wait."A while later, he came back dressed in simple trousers and a shirt. But no clothing was ever simple when it was on my prince's body.Rafael didn't hesitate. He walked straig

FIVE MONTHS LATER,SERA I was eight months pregnant with twins, and somehow I still managed to get my husband to take me on another date. Candlelight, a little rooftop restaurant, soft music... fancy, but not over the top. And yeah, we had a good time."I can't believe you let me pick the dessert this time," I said, glancing at him.He snorted, lifting a brow. "I told you that I would take every chance to spoil you, didn't I?"My cheeks heated up, and I leaned into his arms, smiling as he kissed me on the head. My bag was resting on his shoulder, and he had his arm wrapped around my waist.But even as I basked in his warmth, I couldn't shake off the little knot in my stomach. The streets were quiet, maybe too quiet. Black Scorpion had been gone for months, but I didn't trust his silence."Hey," I said, tilting my head towards Killian, trying to sound lighthearted. "Do you ever wonder if peace... actually lasts? Or are we just holding our breath until something explodes again?"Hi