All Chapters of Purchased Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30



Las Vegas had a kind of romantic vibe mixed with a bit of humor as the private jet touched down and Rachel was able to get a great view of the city.
“I can't believe how beautiful, Las Vegas is. " Rachel exclaimed.
“And I can't believe how stunning you look... right now." Nathan responded with a chuckle as he smiled at Rachel''s new blonde hair.
“You have been saying that since the beginning of the honeymoon. " Rachel replied.
“And I won't stop saying that." Nathan concluded, “A man is expected to appreciate his wife always. "
“And what textbook told you that?" Rachel grinned.
“The textbook of experience. " Nathan concluded and they both broke into a chuckle. “Shall we, my lady?"
Nathan stretched forth his right hand as the door to the private jet opened. “Of course, Prince Charming."
Rachel giggled and placed her hand in his as they both stepped out of the private jet with Nathan's suit jacket adorning her shoulders. She occasionally shot a loving gaze at her husband as she wondere

Rachel crossed a leg over the other. The events that happened in the last twenty four hours left a gaping hole in her heart. In her heart, she held a slight resentment towards Anna because of the dinner and her bringing her ex-boyfriend, Kendrick.
Now, the resentment had gradually faded and was now replaced by pity. Now she felt she had to play the role of a sister in law and a comforter to her husband.
She hated how guilty he was feeling. The words that came out of the doctor's lips weren't assuring and she didn't like Nathan's explosive behavior.
He was beginning to tick off his father and and his mother who seemed to be immersed in her daughter lying on the hospital bed with different tubes and machines making crazy noises had no interest in what her son kept yelling out.
She tried to reach for Nathan once more but he was already banging his knuckles against the wall. It broke her heart to see red marks adorning his knuckles.
She felt a bit of comfort when she heard him ask a nurse

Rachel screamed out her lungs, desperately trying to get Kendrick's grip off her hands but it was useless. He was more powerful and she shuddered on noticing how dark his eyes were.
"You will never have a life if you touch me. You know who I am married to." Rachel spat, trying to use another tactic if the physical didn't work.
"If you knew…whom you were married to," Kendrick answered, trailing his fingers along her cheek, " Then you shouldn't be here."
"You're a bastard. An insecure man and a messed up one. Do you know that?" Rachel whispered as tears began to form.
"And you, are the sexiest woman ever," His hands lifted the thigh of her dress, squeezing it.
"Do not touch me!" Rachel screamed.
"The moment you walked into this room, you gave me the freedom." Kendrick smirked.
"No, I didn't give you the permission to touch me. You were blackmailing me with those pictures and get your hands off me!" Rachel roared again.
"Enough talking." Kendrick responded nonchalantly and edged closer t

Nathan stared into space for a long time, his eyes never leaving Rachel's. The weight of her words pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. His jaw tightened, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now cold and filled with a mix of confusion and anger. He took a deep breath, his lips pressed into a thin line as he struggled to process what he had just heard.


"Y-You are joking?" he managed to find his voice, though it sounded distant and hollow. He stared deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign that this was some cruel prank.


"No," Rachel mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I have a sister. Her name is Sara, and we are estranged…."


Nathan's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed as confusion morphed into anger. His face contorted with rage as he took a step back, almost as if her words had physically struck him. His breathing became shallow and rapid, and his hands began to sh





Rachel slumped against the couch in the eerily quiet apartment, the one she and Nathan had dreamed of sharing. The sparse, modern space seemed to mock her now, its emptiness a harsh reminder of their failed marriage . She took a long, reckless swig of tequila from the bottle, feeling the liquor burn her throat. Her gaze drifted to the clock on the wall, and she cursed under her breath.


“Damn!” She muttered.


Midnight had come and gone, and she was still awake, still drinking like a fish.


The tears had stopped two nights ago, when the harsh reality of their marriage's demise had finally sunk in. She'd cried until she was empty, until her body ached and her eyes felt like sandpaper. Now, she was numb, her emotions dulled by the alcohol. She thought back to the happy moments, the laughter, the adventures they'd shared. But those memories were tainted now, overshadowed by the pain.


She rose from the couch, the room spinning slightly, and made her way to the sink in the kitchen.