All Chapters of His Bride By Force: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KILLIAN There was darkness at first. Then pain. A splitting, bone-deep kind that dragged me back into consciousness. My head lolled against the headrest, blood running down my face and soaking into my collar. My ears rang mercilessly as though someone had fired a gun inches from my skull.For a moment, I couldn't move. Everything was tilted sideways, my blurry vision resting on the web of cracks in the windshield.I forced a breath past my teeth. The taste of iron instantly flooded my tongue. My fingers twitched against the leather, glass biting into my skin. Slowly, the fog lifted enough for me to make sense of the wreckage around me.My car. It was twisted and half-crushed.The memory of what had happened hit me in pieces. The headlights in the rearview, the screech of tires, the roar of a truck. Then everything had gone black.I swore under my breath, dragging my arm towards the floorboard. My hand brushed against my phone, and I fumbled it up, the screen bleeding light throu

SERA Only the faint beeping of the heart monitor and the slow hiss of oxygen broke the silence. I sat curled in the chair by my husband's bedside, my hands resting over the swell of my belly. Every now and then, I glanced at the bandage wrapped around his head, the bruises marring his skin, and the dried blood they hadn't been able to scrub completely away. Killian looked small. Lying there against the white sheets, his skin pale and his chest rising shallowly, he seemed... breakable. My throat ached with the sobs I hadn't let out yet. I reached for his hand, tracing the veins, the cuts, and the scars with trembling fingers. 'Come back to me. Please,' I thought. Then his body jerked. He gasped, thrashing as though he'd been caught in invisible chains, a strangled cry ripping from his throat. His hands clenched the sheets, his face twisting with anguish. "Killian!" I was on my feet in an instant, reaching for him. My hand pressed against his cheek, the other cradling his sho

SERA I should have been on edge after receiving a confirmation that my ex-husband was truly alive. But no, I had the best sleep of my life. Killian returned sometime after midnight. I vaguely remembered him whispering "Happy anniversary" and kissing my cheek while I snuggled further against my pregnancy pillow.The next morning, I wobbled into the backyard like a very pregnant giraffe on roller skates, clutching a tote bag full of snacks, towels, and life's miscellaneous essentials. My husband had left a note asking me to come to the pool.Killian was already there, half-submerged in the pool with Rue perched triumphantly on his shoulders. He really shouldn’t be getting his stitches wet. Ugh! "Morning, Angel," he drawled, his blue eyes glittering with mischief. "Are you ready to join the chaos?""Define chaos," I said, placing a hand on my belly and trying not to trip over my own feet. "Because from here, chaos is making me get wet this morning, and that is a bad idea."Rue

KILLIAN I had killed men without blinking. I had seen blood before. Oceans of it. But nothing prepared me for this.Absolutely nothing terrified me more than the sight of my wife's water breaking in a room that was still thick with gun smoke.Her face was pinched tight in pain as she clutched my shirt, her heart thundering madly."Angel, stay with me," I whispered, carrying her out into the night.My men were already moving. Adam barked orders while Roman had the car doors thrown open.Sera was trembling in my arms. "Killian... it hurts."I tightened my hold. "I've got you. Nothing touches you now. Do you hear me? Nothing."But as we barreled into the hospital, my confidence cracked. Bright lights, the sterile stench, nurses rushing her onto a gurney…All of it felt as though she was slipping from my hands, and I hated it.Hands in scrubs pushed me aside, barking terms that made my blood pressure shoot through the fucking roof. "Twin pregnancy… contractions three minutes apart… b

RAFAEL Funerals are supposed to be quiet, dignified things. Black clothes. Whispered prayers. And a solemn atmosphere.But this one somehow felt like a joke.Matteo's coffin sat at the front of the chapel, draped in lilies. They were his favorite, though he'd never admit it out loud. He'd said they were "too delicate for a man like him." Yeah, well, turns out he was delicate after all, wasn't he? His flesh and bone melted just as easily as anyone else's could have.I was sitting in the second row with my arms crossed, my tie choking me like a noose. People kept giving me that look. The one that said, "You should cry, Raf. Show us your humanity."But what they didn't understand was that I already did my crying. I sobbed like a fucking child into Ethan's shirt the night Matteo fell into that acid pit. He held me while I shook, whispering that I'd be okay when we both knew I wouldn't.So no, I wasn't crying today. Today I was angry.Because there lay Matteo, the idiot who betrayed u