Semua Bab Claimed by the billionaire : Bab 131 - Bab 140

ELIZABETH POV “Oh my god, Tess, are you crying?” I asked, grabbing her cheeks. Her makeup was already ruined, mascara running down her face. “I’m trying not to…” she hiccuped, sniffing hard. “Why are you crying? Is it because I came late? I’m sorry, you know how the kids are—” She slapped my arm lightly, cutting me off. “I’m just too happy, nothing more. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m getting married to the love of my life.” She giggled through her tears. “Remember when I used to think he hated me? I was so scared to confess how much I loved him.” I smiled, thinking back. We had all thought Alexander didn’t care about relationships. But after they hooked up at Euphoria, he couldn’t get enough of her. He was whipped. Even when he was supposed to marry someone else, he couldn’t let Tessa go. It caused a lot of twists and turns, but they made it. “I remember everything. You two have been through so much together. This is your day, make the best of it.” I grabbed the mak

CHRISTIAN POV It’s been five thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days since Red walked back into my life, and it still feels like yesterday. My feelings for her have never changed. If anything, I’m even more down bad for my wife. Every year I get on my knee and propose to her again. It will stay that way until I take my last breath. She’s all I live for. Her and our little family. I love being a father. But most of all, I love being her husband. My entire world revolves around her. One small shift in her mood and my axis tilts. So the second she walked in with Hope, eyes slightly downcast, I knew something was wrong. I moved toward them quickly. Hope lunged forward. I bent, scooped her up. “Hey baby, how was grocery shopping?” She clapped excitedly. “It was fun! I got lots of orange and apple juice.” Then she added sheepishly, “Oh… and we saw a thief. I think Mummy knows the person.” That explained the shift in Red’s mood. I set Hope down and pulled Elizabeth into my a

ELIZABETH POV "Take off the jacket, Liz, or I’m pouring this shot down your dress." Billie didn't even look up from the tablet, her finger aggressively slamming the screen to queue our karaoke songs. "We came here to get wild, not watch you sit there like a chaperone." "I'm pregnant, Billie, not dead," I said, but I kicked off the silk blazer anyway and shoved it to the side of the booth. "Barely pregnant," Kim chimed in, dragging a plate of loaded fries over. "You don't even have a bump yet. You just have an excuse to make Christian buy you whatever craving you want at three in the morning." Across the table, Tessa let out a loud, breathless laugh, slumping back into the seat. She looked completely wiped, but it was that specific, flushed kind of tired that had absolutely nothing to do with a long flight. I nudged her leg under the table. "Alright, Tess. Spill. You’ve been back for two days and you and Alex were practically trying to merge bodies on my couch earlier. How wa

Elizabeth POV I had already made up my mind, I was helping Jessica today, no matter what. The problem was figuring out how to do it without Christian finding out. That man had eyes and ears everywhere in New York. One wrong move and he’d know before I even left the driveway. I thought about using my card, but what if the notification popped up on his phone? I wasn’t risking it. I scraped together what little cash I had lying around, but it wasn’t nearly enough for hospital bills. Then an idea hit me. I walked straight to Christian’s study, punched in the code, and slipped inside. He always kept cash in one of the safes. It wouldn’t hurt to borrow some. If he asked later, I’d just say I went shopping and paid cash. Simple. I opened the first safe and my face scrunched up. A neat pile of my ripped panties sat there, the ones he’d torn off me in the heat of the moment. Christian was something else, through and through. I closed it quickly and tried the second safe. It clicked ope

ELIZABETH POV Nothing beats a girls’ night after a week that tried to bury me alive. I’d shipped the kids off to Christian’s brother and his wife for the night, and with my husband conveniently on a “business trip” — which we both knew was mostly him still stewing over the hospital drama — the house finally felt like mine again. We were all drowning in my pink nightwear collection. Tessa rocked a silky blush slip that hugged her curves like it was painted on. Billie had gone full diva in a fluffy fur-trimmed robe that made her look like a spoiled heiress. Kim wore the shortest one, barely covering anything — in a soft baby pink that screamed trouble. I stuck with a champagne silk set that felt like butter against my skin. We looked like we’d raided a lingerie store and decided to throw a rebellion. I took a slow sip of champagne, letting the bubbles tickle my throat. “Now I wish you hadn’t helped Jessica if I knew Christian’s reaction would be that bad,” Tessa said, shaking her