Chapter one hundred and fifty one

Christina“Wait—Auntie.”She paused with her hand on the door.“You have leukemia?”The words felt unreal coming out of my mouth. She didn’t look like someone running out of time.She turned slowly. A tired smile touched her lips.“Yes. I thought… I could spend whatever time I have left with my son. With my daughter-in-law. With my grandchildren.” Her voice thinned. “But Hunter won’t even look at me. It’s fine. If God wants me to die alone, then that’s what I’ll do.”She reached into her bag and held out a folded set of papers.My fingers closed around them before I could think. The medical report was clear.Stage two.My chest ached.I knew this feeling. The kind of regret that only comes after someone is already gone.The desperate wish to hear their voice one more time when it’s already too late.I had lived with that emptiness after my own mother. I wouldn’t let Hunter carry the same weight.I turned and walked straight up to his room.He stood with his back to me, staring out the

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Chapter one hundred and fifty two

ChristinaI walked down the aisle on Uncle Carter’s arm.At the altar, he placed my hand into Hunter’s. His grip lingered for a second longer than necessary.“Hunter.” Uncle Carter’s voice was rough. “You may be my son, but Christina means more to me than almost anyone left in this world. If you ever hurt her… you’ll answer to me.”The words settled heavy in my chest.He sounded less like a stepfather and more like a father giving away his only daughter.“Uncle Carter…” I pressed my fingertips to the corners of my eyes but the tears still slipped free.“Melania would have been so proud to see you like this.” His gaze lifted toward the high ceiling for a moment. “Wherever she is… her blessings are with you today.”I could only nod.The ache for my mother felt sharper than ever on this of all days.The pastor’s voice carried over the quiet. “Groom and bride, please step forward.”Hunter held out his hand. His palm was warm, steady.Almost too tight.“Two steps left,” he murmured, low en

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Chapter one hundred and fifty three

ChristinaHis cock glistened at the tip, already wet with precum.I knew exactly how he tasted.I knew how hard it was to take all of him.And I still wanted every inch.Hunter’s fingers slid into my hair, slow and possessive.“What are you thinking?”I didn’t answer with words.I leaned down and took him into my mouth in one smooth motion. My lips stretch around the thick head.A low, broken sound left his throat. His head tipped back, eyes falling shut.“Fuck…”I hollowed my cheeks and sank deeper, working him with my tongue, feeling him throb against the roof of my mouth.He swelled even thicker as I sucked. The taste of him flooding my senses.I pulled back just enough to lick a slow circle around the tip.“God— Chris—” His voice was strained. “You’re killing me.”When I glanced up, he was watching me with dark, heavy-lidded eyes and a faint, satisfied curve to his mouth.Like he loved the sight of me on my knees with his cock stretching my lips.His hand tightened in my hair.The

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Chapter one hundred and fifty four

ChristinaMy wedding gown was shoved up and bunched over my back.The cool air kissing the bare skin of my ass and thighs.Hunter’s hands came around me from behind.His rough palms closed over my breasts, squeezing hard enough that a broken sound tore from my throat.His fingers found my nipples — already swollen and hypersensitive from the pregnancy and pinched them, rolled, tugged until my back arched sharply against him.“Fuck… these are getting heavier already,” he growled against my neck. His thumbs dragged over the tight peaks, then pinched again.Harder.Pleasure spiked so hard my knees nearly gave out.“I can't wait until they’re full. Until milk starts dripping down these tits every time I touch them.”He thrust deeper. The thick length of him stretching me open with every hard snap of his hips.The wet, filthy sound of it filled the room.“I’ll have to fight our own baby for a taste,” he muttered, voice dark with something that almost sounded like jealousy.One hand stayed

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Chapter one hundred and fifty six

Christina“What are you saying?” Hunter’s voice was quieter now.Almost disbelieving.I nodded.“She’s been helping with my meals, making sure I rest, watching over everything. She genuinely cares about me and the babies. Kai is attached to her. She needs this family as much as we do.”Hunter dragged a hand down his face and let out a heavy breath.After a long moment, he gave a short nod.That evening at the dinner table, his mother barely spoke.She kept her eyes on her plate, the usual careful smile missing.Kai noticed first.“Grandma… why are you so quiet?”She forced a small, bitter smile. “It’s nothing, sweetheart.”Hunter cleared his throat. The sound made her look up.“I’m sorry, Mom.” His voice was rough but steady. “Chris told me what really happened. I shouldn’t have blamed you.”For a second she only stared at him, stunned.Then her eyes filled again.“I only ever wanted this family,” she said softly. “I love my son. I love my grandchildren. I would never try to hurt any