All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Bride : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aria sat in the hospital corridor long after the doctor walked away. Long after Mia stopped talking. Long after the night pressed itself flat against the windows, turning the glass into mirrors she didn’t want to look into. Allen slept—sedated now, small chest rising and falling like it was trying not to ask too much of the world. Evan and Lila were curled together on the couch, tangled limbs and soft breaths, unaware of how close fear had come to taking something from them. Aria watched them all. Counted breaths. Her hands were clenched so tightly in her lap that her fingers had gone numb. that She thought of a man she hadn’t spoken to in years. A man who hadn’t wanted this life. Had tried to erase it before it began. A man whose blood might be the only thing standing between her son and a line she was terrified to imagine crossing. “I’ll go,” she said suddenly. Mia looked up from the chair across from her. “Go where?” Aria swallowed. Her throat burned like she’d swallow

Aria arrived before the city had even properly woken, the streets still slick with early morning dew and the lingering chill of dawn. Her fingers clutched the strap of her bag, knuckles white, though she had no papers, no appointment—just a single impossible mission: to find him, to reach him, to beg him for Allen. The office building loomed above her, glass and steel reflecting the pale light, a silent, intimidating monolith. She stopped at the curb, eyes straining for movement in the entrance. Her heart skipped, thundering violently as she saw his car. Her breath caught. Every rational thought she had fled instantly. She could approach him. She could walk up, explain everything—Allen, the children, the blood, the urgency—but something in her chest clenched and froze. It was too early. Too public. Too… reckless. She stepped back, letting the heels of her shoes sink into the damp pavement, and sank into the shadow of a nearby building. From here, she could watch, unseen, tracking h

Evelyn tilted her head slightly, studying Aria the way one might study something misplaced. Something that didn’t belong where it stood.Who are you?” she asked.The question was calm. Polite, even. And it cut deeper than shouting ever could.Aria opened her mouth.Nothing came out.Her throat locked, air stuck halfway in her chest, burning. How did one answer a question like that? How did she explain herself in words that wouldn’t sound insane? Hello. I’m the woman your fiancé slept with once. It was a mistake. It was fast. It meant nothing to him. It meant everything to my body. It left me pregnant. I had three kids. One of those children is dying and needs your blood.None of it fit into a sentence. None of it belonged in daylight.Her fingers curled into the fabric of her coat. She could feel the rough pavement through the thin soles of her shoes, grounding her, hurting her, reminding her she was still here. Still standing. Barely.Evelyn’s brows drew together slightly. “I asked y

The tires crunched softly against gravel as Mia pulled the car to a stop. For a moment, no one moved. Sunday evening wrapped the compound in a deceptive calm—the kind that made everything look gentler than it was. Warm lights glowed from the house ahead, reflecting off glass and marble, the place breathing quiet wealth. The air smelled clean. Trimmed hedges. Freshly watered lawn. None of it belonged to them. Mia cut the engine. The sudden silence rang in her ears. In the backseat, the kids leaned into each other, one sucking absentmindedly on the straw of an empty juice box, the other staring out the window with too much seriousness for a child his age. They’d been unusually quiet the entire drive, like they sensed this wasn’t just another visit, another adult problem they’d be dragged through. Aria’s fingers twisted together in her lap. They had left Allen in charge of a nurse. “I still don’t think we should do this,” she said, barely above a whisper. Mia didn’t look at her.

The iron gate felt colder than it should have. Aria stood just outside it, her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as if that was the only thing keeping her upright. The night air clung to her skin, damp and sharp, and somewhere behind those high walls, lights glowed warm and indifferent—like nothing had happened at all. Mia didn’t move at first. She stood beside Aria, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring straight ahead as if daring the house to come after them. Seconds passed. Maybe minutes. The kind of time that stretches when your chest is too tight to breathe properly. “They can’t just… end it like that,” Mia said finally, her voice low but shaking. “They don’t get to.” Aria swallowed. Her throat burned. “They already did.” Mia turned to her sharply. “No.” That single word landed hard. Aria shook her head, a weak motion. “You saw her, Mia. She didn’t even listen. She looked at me like I was dirt on her floor. Like I walked in there to steal something.” Mia scoffed. “