All Chapters of His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

His words drifted off as Dominic captured her mouth into a hungry kiss, his hands running down her body, feeling her curves.Althea wrapped her arms around him, kissing her mouth and let his tongue traveled inside her mouth as their tongues clashed together.“Mmm..” She murmured at the back of her throat.Dominic’s one hand traveled underneath her skirt, going up her thighs, caressing her skin.Althea reached for his other hand as he gently pushes her towards the table by the window.“I love you, Althea.” Dominic murmured, kissing her neck hungrily.His fingers started to unbuttoned her blouse downward while his lips followed and started kissing once her skin is exposed. His other hand moved down to her ankle and he gently bend it upward.Pushing her skirt up, Dominic went down on his knees and started kissing her inner thighs. He spread her legs open and with one finger moved her underwear to one side, exposing her rosy folds.Without further waiting, he started to lap up her rosy, f

The house had finally grown quiet with the laughter that echoed throughout Blackstone since morning had slowly faded into the peaceful sounds of evening.The birthday decorations still hung around the dining room while several balloons had escaped and now floated lazily against the high ceiling.Half of the dinosaur figurines remained scattered across the long dining table in different positions, because Nicholas had insisted each one guarded a different part of the "dinosaur kingdom."The birthday cake had been reduced to a single slice.Wrapping paper still littered one corner of the family room.Someone, Nicholas without question and playing with his grandfather, had left a tiny plastic Velociraptor inside Benjamin's coffee mug.Benjamin had discovered it only after taking a sip.The resulting laughter had lasted nearly five minutes.For one entire day, Blackstone had forgotten war.Forgotten Matteo.Forgotten the Axis.Even Dominic had spent the entire afternoon crawling around th

Morning arrived quickly in Blackstone.The joy that had filled the estate only a day before had vanished with the sunrise.The birthday decorations still remained in the dining room. Several green balloons floated stubbornly near the ceiling. A small paper Tyrannosaurus had somehow fallen onto the floor overnight.What remained from the birthday cake still sat inside the refrigerator.Evidence that, for one beautiful day, the estate had belonged to a little boy.But this morning, reality had returned.The house awoke earlier than usual and security personnel doubled their patrols. Additional vehicles quietly entered through the eastern gate. Communications officers occupied one corner of the operations room.Several trusted men from Alessandro's old security detail that already retired from their service, had been recalled overnight.Even the staff noticed the difference but nobody asked questions.They simply understood that while they wanted yesterday to be for Nicholas, something h

Unlike the rest of the estate, the medical wing of Blackstone has a different atmosphere.Aside from its glass corridors and polished stone floors, the wing contains no reminders of the Valtieri empire. No portraits of patriarchs lined the walls. No reminders of boardrooms, corporations, or bloodlines.Here, life and death were measured differently.By heartbeats.By oxygen saturation.By the strength of a pulse beneath tired fingertips.It had always been a refuge for Althea.When the politics of the Valtieri family became unbearable since Dominic had taken her there, she retreated here.Medicine was honest.The human body never lied.It always followed patterns.This morning, however, even the Medical Wing couldn't quiet her thoughts.Althea sat alone inside her office after taking off from the War Room to check on the two patients, who are recovering from the operation she did on them several days ago.Her white coat hung neatly behind her chair. However, instead of medical journal

The office inside Blackstone's Medical Wing had become unnaturally quiet as neither Althea and Helena spoke after what they just realized.It was not because there was nothing left to say, but because both of them had arrived at the edge of something neither had expected.Helena slowly lowered herself into the chair.Althea remained standing before the whiteboard.The words she had written stared back at her.PATTERN + BEHAVIORSimple words but those words explained everything Alessandro had spent years building.Althea couldn't look away as her fingers unconsciously tightened around the marker still in her hand."He knew..." She whispered.Helena looked up."What?"Althea didn't answer immediately and only walked back to her desk and carefully lifting one of Alessandro’s oldest journals. She ran her fingers across the weathered leather cover."I've been asking myself the wrong question." She murmured softly. Her eyes then drifted toward the window. "I kept asking myself over and over