All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ava:By the time Dante returned, the room felt too small for the heat trapped inside my body.There was a crawling, consuming burn that started in my spine and spread outward, seeping into my limbs, settling behind my eyes until blinking was difficult.Dante stopped short at the doorway.His gaze swept over me, settling on the way the blanket was kicked halfway down my legs.Belle stood beside him, and walked inside the room first.“I told you,” she said, looking up at him. “She’s really hot.”Dante was at my side in three strides. His palm pressed gently against my forehead, then slid to my cheek, his thumb brushing under my eye.“Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re burning up.”“I told you,” I rasped, shaking my head and attempting a smile. “I’m fine.”His eyes narrowed, “You’re not fine, Ava.”He pulled the blanket down another inch, then reached for the towel he’d brought in with him, laying it carefully across my forehead.I shivered instantly.“That’s cold,” I whispered.“That’s the fe

Dante: The kitchen smelled like garlic and cream, better than any restaurant I'd been to in the past month. Ava had finished most of her plate, which was more than I'd hoped for considering how she'd looked an hour ago. I scraped the last of my pasta up, watching her push a piece of chicken around with her fork. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I didn't even need to pull it out to check who sent it because I already knew it would be from Marcus. It didn't settle well with me that someone could easily access the grounds of her school and attack her.And something in me was almost certain that whoever it was had an aim. And it wasn't to even harm her; perhaps Ava had just gotten in her way, and the only way to escape was harming her. So she knocked her unconscious and left her in a fucking bathtub to make it all seem like her intention was to harm her. Only to end up texting Cecily and me. I was also certain that whoever it was knew enough about Ava’s life to know the first

Ava:I was expecting something else. Actually, I wasn't certain what I was expecting him to ask, but it certainly wasn't his next words. “Give me a kiss,” he said softly, stopping in front of me.I pressed my lips into a thin line, “On the cheeks? sure,”Dante brows pulled into a tight frown as he stopped merely inches away from me, “Lips.”“Cheeks,” I pressed and his frown deepened.Surprisingly, he resigned and didn't argue about it anymore. “Alright then.”I chuckled, ignoring his clear displeasure and standing on my tip toes to press a kiss to his cheeks. But of course, Dante wasn't going to just let me kiss his cheeks and let things slide, before I had the chance to press a kiss to his cheeks, he tilted his head and leaned closer, pressing a sensual kiss to my lips.His thumb brushed against my jawline, and he pulled away.A raspy breath escaped my lips, “Why did I even think you’d play by the rules?”“I wonder why,” He chuckled and gave me a little shrug.My finger wrapped aroun

Ava:“I got a leave for today, so I don't have to go to work. And well, Belle stays home with me too.”“That’s shocking. I would never have imagined a day coming whereby you agree to stay back at home instead of going to work.” Cecily sounded surprised as she voiced from the other end of the call. “Now I'm wondering what Dante said to make you agree to stay back.”I bit down a smile and rolled my eyes. “He didn't convince me. I chose to stay back.”“I don't believe that,” she said.Actually, Dante did have a hand in my decision to stay back. I was hell-bent on leaving for work just an hour ago, but he was persistent and made sure to persuade me to stay back because my body needed rest.Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I set the breakfast dishes on the island and walked over to the fridge to get a jug of apple juice before placing it in the middle.I glanced around the table and at the three plates, which I was done arranging.Two slices of toast sat on each plate, lightly butte

Ava:I leaned against the counter, watching as Natasha made herself at home in my kitchen. There was something comfortable having her here, despite how little we actually knew each other.“So,” she started, her eyes shining with curiosity as she hopped onto one of the kitchen stools, “is my brother treating you well?”The question caught me off guard, though I suppose I should have expected it. I felt heat creep up my neck as I considered how to answer. “He's does,” I paused, searching for the right words. “He's been good to me. Really good, actually.”Natasha's smile widened, clearly reading between the lines. “That's vague, Ava. Come on, give me something more than that.”I licked my lips, settling into the conversation, “Why do I feel like you're asking all this to tell him later on?” It was a light question and I peeked over to see how she’ll take it.Fortunately, she found it as amusing as I wanted her to. Her shoulders trembled with laughter. “Believe me, I do tell a lot of thi