All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

NATHANIELHer eyes widen as she looks at me like I have lost my mind before she darts them into my empty bedroom, then back to me. "Here? There is no music." She swallows so hard I see her throat move.I hold my hand out, motioning toward the balcony edge with my chin. "There is. Can't you hear it?"Downstairs, the quartet has shifted to a slow, sweeping waltz. It is faint, drifting up through the night air, but it is there. There is no excuse for her to refuse.She shakes her head with a small frown, visibly battling with herself, but then, a soft, reckless flicker sparks in her green eyes, and she lifts her free hand. "Only because you went out of your way to help tonight."A small, dangerous smile touches my mouth, and I close the final inch between us, taking her hand in mine, sliding my other arm firmly around her tiny waist.A soft gasp escapes her lips as our bodies collide, but she doesn't pull away. This is going to end terribly for me, but it is too late. She is in my arms.

BETTY"Oh, my….!" Harriet gasps, violently slapping both of her hands over her eyes and spinning around to face the hallway."Fuck!" The word tears out of Nathaniel in a breathless panic as I scramble backward, my heart nearly exploding out of my chest.We both jolt up from the bed like we have been electrocuted, and I fall off the other side of the bed, trying to yank my dress down to my ankles.Nathaniel stands beside the bed, chest heaving, frantically trying to tuck his shirt back into his trousers. He looks like a panicked teenager caught in the backseat of a car, and it would be absolutely hilarious if I wasn't the girl caught right there with him, and I didn't feel like I was about to throw up."Can I turn my head now?" Harriet asks loudly to the wall, her voice tight with amusement.Nathaniel clears his throat, raking a shaking hand through his messy hair, before he takes a deep breath, trying, and completely failing, to summon his usual commanding, authoritative tone."Yes, Gr

NATHANIEL“Sir, we’ll be landing in a couple of minutes,” the female flight attendant announces, her gaze flicking down to the half-empty glass of scotch heavy in my hand.I give her a sharp nod, my jaw tight, and she retreats back to her seat, leaving me to the suffocating quiet of the cabin.A slow, heavy breath leaves my mouth, and I turn my face toward the oval-shaped window. Outside, the view is blindingly magnificent.A sea of snow-dusted pine trees blankets the valley, while late-night lights twinkle like scattered diamonds against the dark, frozen slopes. It is a postcard-perfect winter wonderland. A sight I would appreciate if my heart wasn't hammering violently against my ribs and cold sweat wasn't pricking at my temples.My fingers tighten around the crystal glass, and I take another deep breath.The emergency board vote had gone through smoothly, secured mostly by the leverage I held over Richard and whatever quiet, terrifying strings Harriet had pulled down at the gala. R

BETTYI cross the hardwood floor and pull the heavy door, ready to give whoever it is a piece of my mind for knocking so aggressively, but a tired-looking employee holding a silver-domed tray offers a polite smile and shuffles forward.Instead, I step back, motioning him into the room, and he carries the tray over to the small wooden table resting by the crackling fire."Enjoy your meal, ma'am," he says, turning back toward the door.I glance down at the tray, my brow furrowing instantly. "Wait. Where's my glass of wine?"The guy pauses, flashing a slightly weird, tight-lipped smile. "Ah. Room service doesn't actually dispatch individual glasses for this tier, but... someone from management is having a full bottle brought up to your room instead. Complimentary from the hotel."It is an oddly specific, wildly generous detail for a three-star mountain lodge, but my brain is too tired and hungry to ask any follow-up questions. "Right. Okay. Thank you."I lock the door behind him as he sli

I let myself look, really look, at the body I barely remember. He’s lean, the muscles hard, defined. His chest is broad, dusted with hair that trails down the center of his abs before disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. His shoulders are wide, his biceps thick, his forearms corded with muscle. He’s beautiful. A work of art. I reach for his belt, my fingers trembling slightly as I work the buckle, and the leather slides free, the button of his trousers popping open easily. The zipper rasps as I drag it down, the sound loud in the quiet room, and the worsted wool sags around his hips, revealing tight black boxer briefs underneath. The outline of his arousal is unmistakable, thick, hard, and hungry.He steps out of the trousers and the briefs, kicking them aside, and we stand before each other, completely bare. The firelight dances over his skin, highlighting the ridges of his abs, the cut of his hips. My eyes drop to his cock again, hard and thick, the head flushed and gli