All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ava:My head snapped toward the sound, and I saw her standing near a food cart, tears streaming down her face, her little shoulders shaking.“Belle!” I ran, pushing through people without caring who I bumped into.She saw me and her face crumpled completely. “Mommy!”I dropped to my knees and pulled her into my arms so hard I probably squeezed the air out of her lungs. But I didn't care. I couldn't let go.“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” She sobbed into my shoulder. “I saw the balloon and I wanted to catch it and then I couldn't find you and—”“Shh, baby, it's okay. It's okay.” My own tears were falling. “You're okay. I've got you.”“I was scared when I looked around but couldn't find you two anymore,” she whimpered.“I know. I know you were. But you're safe now.” I pulled back just enough to check her over, there were no scratches, no bruises, just tear-stained cheeks and trembling hands. “You're safe.”Cecily appeared beside us, looking pale. “Oh thank God.” She crouched down too

Ava:I let out a sigh, brushing my fingers through my hair and letting the silence settle between us before I finally spoke out, “She came here to talk about my father.”Dante's eyes narrowed slightly but his expression went back to normal immediately, “What about him?”“She said he went to see you.” I watched his face carefully, looking for any reaction at all that would give anything away, but there was nothing. “That he's planning something.”His brows furrowed tightly. “He did.”“And?” I pressed, subconsciously taking a step closer. “What did he want? Or what did he say?”Dante was quiet for a moment, not staring away from me at all. “He wanted me to take Belle from you.”The air left my lungs in a rush. Even though I'd suspected, hearing it confirmed made my stomach drop.My father was a intent on pulling every single card he had in order to take Belle from me.“He what?”He had no right to do that, but what was I expecting anyway? He wants seeing her as a child, or my child for

Ava:I walked into the room first, trying to avoid doing anything awkward as Dante walked in a moment later.My lips pressed into a thin line, and I knew with certainty that there was no turning back anymore. I had been the one to invite him in myself; it wasn't even his suggestion to begin with.I heard footsteps from behind me as he shut the door and walked into the room.A deep breath escaped my lips, and I tried my best to do anything—anything at all—that didn't involve having to turn around and face him, because as much as I wanted to ignore it, I could feel his eyes on me even from behind.It didn't make me uncomfortable; it just made me very aware of the fact that it was just the two of us in here.When I finally turned around, my breath hitched, and I forced the urge to take a step back because of how intensifying his gaze on me was.“I…” My words trailed, and I shook my head to gather them back. “You can take the shower here; I'll take the one in Belle’s room.” I didn't even

Ava:We lay in silence because I refused to answer him or give a response to his words. Not even a reaction.It was hypocritical that he was the exact same person I told days back that I didn't trust him.And I didn't even admit it because I didn't trust him. I did trust him, and I wasn't sure how to tell him that, which is why it has been safer to opt for a lie instead.When I lied and told him I simply didn't trust him, we left it at that, and he didn't demand more answers. But telling him I trusted him right there in the kitchen. The other night would have broken all my defenses and left me at his mercy.I didn't want to unravel myself in his presence yet. And I really didn't want him to see how much I was beginning to want him around. That I believed everything he has said to me, I was simply just finding it difficult to accept them.Because for a long time, I felt it was easier and better to reject whatever feeling was carving its way into my heart, than simply accept them and fu

Ava: I wasn't certain how long we stayed awake for, and neither did I recall the last thing I said to Dante, or the last thing he said to me before I dozed off. And throughout the night, I felt cuddled in his embrace. My eyes slowly blinked open, but I pressed it shut the moment I felt someone's weight on top of me. A frown settled between my brows and I tried to turn around on the bed, but I couldn't. “Mommy, wakie wakie. The sun is out.” Belle whispered, tugging at my sleeve and pulling me awake. Her chubby, little hands tapped my cheeks, then she stopped for a while, still trying to call out to me. I pressed my eyes shut, refusing to open them, then she tugged again, “You didn't tell me daddy was sleeping over,” I blinked open to find a pout on her lips as her gaze darted between Dante and I. “Now, you two cuddled without me,” a smile tipped the edge of my lips as she crawled her way in between us. Dante’s arm was wrapped behind me, but with how he wasn't moving either, I t