All Chapters of DIVORCED THE LOSER, MARRIED THE BILLIONAIRE CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

WARNING: DEAR READERS, THIS IS AN EXPLICIT EROTIC CHAPTER, IF YOU CAN’T READ—YOU CAN SKIP. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me Aurora” Kieran whispered in a low husky voice and placed his nose on her neck inhaling her scent. She was making him go crazy, he kissed her neck, as her lips touched her neck she shuddered, he loved the effect he had on her. He pulled her closer by the waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He sucked and nibbled her skin, his tongue licking her earlobes, she shivered. “Kieran” her soft seductive voice whispered into his ears.By the heavens , he was about to lose it He looked into her eyes, there was no battle of resistance in her, only desire and hunger. “Do you want this?” He asked and she nodded. He needed a response. “Say it Aurora— tell me how you feel” he whispered into her ears, he could feel her dripping already. “I want you Kieran .please take me” . Her plead came as a whisper. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he crashe

"You need to stop pacing."Aurora froze mid-step. Cody looked up from his laptop, one eyebrow raised."I'm not pacing.""You've worn a path in the carpet." He closed the laptop. "It's just dinner.""It's not just dinner. It's Kieran meeting Mom and Dad officially." Aurora resumed pacing. "What if something goes wrong?""Like what?""Like—I don't know. What if Dad brings up the news articles? Or Mom asks about his past? Or—""Aurora." Cody stood. Caught her by the shoulders. "Breathe. Dad already likes him. Mom thinks he's perfect for you. This is a formality.""But—""But nothing." Cody steered her toward the stairs. "Go get dressed. Kieran will be here in an hour. And stop overthinking."In her room, Aurora stared at her closet. Everything looked wrong. Too formal. Too casual. Too much. Not enough.Her phone buzzed. Kieran: “How nervous should I be? Scale of one to ten.”She smiled despite herself. Typed back: “Eleven.”“That's not on the scale.”“Exactly.”“See you soon. Love you.”

“You’re engaged?!”Mrs. Thompson’s voice carried through the entire house. Aurora winced. Kieran squeezed her hand.“Yes, Mom. We’re engaged.”Her mother grabbed Aurora’s hand. Stared at the ring like it held the secrets of the universe. Then pulled Aurora into a crushing hug.“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so happy for you.”Mr. Thompson appeared from his study. “What’s all the commotion?”“They’re engaged!” Mrs. Thompson was crying now. Happy tears. “Our baby is getting married.”“About time.” Mr. Thompson shook Kieran’s hand. Firm. Approving. “Welcome to the family. Officially.”Cody came down the stairs, phone in hand. Took one look at Aurora’s face and groaned.“Please tell me you’re not pregnant.”“Cody!” Mrs. Thompson swatted his arm.“What? That’s usually why people rush into—” He saw the ring. Stopped. “Oh. Just engaged. Okay. That’s good.”Aurora rolled her eyes. “Your enthusiasm is overwhelming.”“I’m thrilled. See?” Cody’s face remained completely neutral. “Thrilled.”But then he p

"I want to set a date."Kieran looked up from his breakfast. "A date for what?""The wedding." Aurora slid into the chair across from him. "I want to set a date. Soon.""How soon?""Three months."Kieran set down his coffee. "Three months?""Too fast?""No. Just—" He smiled. "I didn't think you'd want to rush.""I don't want a long engagement. I don't want time to overthink or second-guess or let the media make this about them." Aurora reached across the table. "I want to marry you. Why wait?""No reason at all." He took her hand. Kissed it. "Three months. Let's do it.""You're sure?""I've never been more sure of anything."THOMPSON RESIDENCE — WEEKEND“Three months?!” Mrs. Thompson’s voice hit a pitch only dogs could hear. “Aurora, that’s impossible.”“Why?”“Because weddings take time. Planning. Coordination. You need a venue. A dress. Flowers. Catering—”“Mom. Breathe.”Her mother sat down. Put her head in her hands. “Three months.”“We want something small. Intimate. Just family

“It was Greg.”Aurora nearly dropped her coffee. “What?”“Mr. Greg leaked the plans.” Diego pulled up security footage on his tablet. “He accessed the files two days ago. Late. When the building was empty.”Aurora stared at the grainy image. Mr. Greg at a computer. Downloading files.“Why would he do this? He approved the project. He’s been supportive—”“That’s what made him the perfect inside man.” Kieran took the tablet. Studied the footage. “No one would suspect him.”“But why?”“Money.” Diego pulled up bank records. “He received three million dollars two days after accessing the files. From a shell company.”“Whose company?”“Still tracing it. But based on the routing—” Diego looked up. “It’s connected to Goran Milde.”Aurora’s blood went cold. “Goran? As in the man who sabotaged your shipments? Who worked with Marcus?”“The same.” Kieran’s jaw was tight. “Seems he’s not done with us yet.”“But Marcus is gone. You had him arrested—”“Goran isn’t Marcus. He’s smarter. More dangerou