All Chapters of Bride For The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lola POV I heard about the same thing from Hazel. It seemed to be true. “Do they really look that much alike?” “Their eyes are quite similar. I can tell at a glance.” “Then how many rumors surrounding the Nightfang family are true?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Except for the fact that Ragnar has been sick since he was a child, everything else is fake.” She stared at me and said seriously, “You are about to become the mother of his child. You should have some faith in this family and run this family well. Do you understand?” Everything else was fake? I looked at her suspiciously. She added, “The rumors had it that Ragnar was hideous beyond words, that he was languishing on his deathbed, that he had a curse where all his wives would die young. But look at you now. You are still here, alive and breathing. Even the rumor about his lover from his previous life — it’s not true.” She said. I looked at her — she looked so serious and didn’t seem to be lying at all. However, why did

Lola POV I got more than $500,000 for the four sets of clothes. I hurried back to the hospital and paid for the medical expenses, also hiring a nurse for Riley. After handing over the rest of the money to Stephen, I said apologetically, “Stephen, I’m so sorry. It’s not really a good time for me to come to the hospital to take care of Riley. You will have to be on your own for a while.” I was pregnant, and the first trimester posed the highest risk. The hospital was full of people and germs. I really couldn’t expose myself by visiting Riley every day. Besides, Evelyn wouldn’t even allow me to do such a thing. Stephen gave me a rueful smile. “You are suddenly giving me such a huge sum of money. I don’t even know when I can pay you back.” “What are you talking about? It’s our responsibility to treat Riley. I was the one who took him in. This should be my responsibility. I never wanted to drag you into this,” explained Stephen, still full of guilt. I stayed in the hospital for a wh

Lola POV To deter him from having another arousal, I reminded him carefully, “Alpha, it’s already eight in the morning. Aren’t you going to work?” I didn’t expect that such a move would work. He grabbed the phone on the bedside table and took a look at it. Then he threw the phone back on the bedside table, withdrew his palm from me, and sat up. A little confused, he turned his head and looked at me. As soon as I saw his eyes, my face became hot, and I shyly grabbed the quilt to cover my body. He sneered, looked away, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. It wasn’t until the bathroom door was closed that I pulled the quilt off my body and got out of bed. I picked up the pajamas on the ground and put them on. Suddenly, his phone beeped on the bedside table beside me. I casually glanced at it and happened to see a notification on the game app. Why didn’t he delete the game? He’s even online on it right now. Is he trying to gain idle points from leaving it on? With curiosit

Lola POV I looked up and glanced at him, but he didn't answer my question. “I heard that Miss Audrey is from this city,” I couldn’t help but ask again. After that, I realized that I really deserved to be slapped. With my current relationship with Ragnar, I hadn’t reached the level where we could share our worries, had I? At first, I thought that he would rebuke me or get up and leave coldly, but I didn’t expect him to say, “Yes.” After a moment of silence, it was rare that he was willing to talk about his personal affairs. I was kind of flattered. “Did you meet her here?” I tried to ask. “Yes.” “Then it must have been a very romantic encounter.” “It wasn’t romantic at all.” “No way,” I said with a look of doubt. “How could a man as lofty as you have your heart touched without a romantic encounter?” After thinking for a while, he said, “When I first met her, it was a very cold, rainy night. I got lost in these alleys and happened to fall ill. She saved me. At that time, I b

Lola POV Leaning my back against the door of the bathroom, I crossed my arms and began engaging him in small talk. “I don’t know if you have read the book, but it says that when someone intimidates the hell out of you, you just need to picture them squatting in the washroom. And there lies the antidote to your fear. I can attest this trick works wonders with a capital YES,” I said with a chuckle. Then I added, “I keep reminding myself of this whenever I’m—” The door of the bathroom was pulled open with a whoosh, and the figure of a man reappeared in front of me. His face was the closest thing to pallor mortis. “No wonder my warnings and orders have always fallen on deaf ears. It turns out you have a unique skill up your sleeves. I’ll let you know today that the washroom-squatting Ragnar is also a fearsome character.” He was about to grab my neck, but I was so scared that I screamed and stepped back to avoid it. Just as he was about to catch up with me and display his masculinity,