All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride : Chapter 141 - Chapter 148

Bella POVHe didn’t stop. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, yanking my hips back so my ass was high in the air. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripped my waist, and he slammed back into my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, watching his thick cock disappear inside me again and again. He fucked me rougher now, hips slapping loud against my ass, balls swinging heavy against my clit with every stroke. My tits swayed underneath me. He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight, fast circles, making me moan.“Harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. He gave it to me, pounding my cunt so deep I felt him in my stomach. My second orgasm ripped through me, pussy pulsing and squirting around his cock. He kept fucking me through it, grunting with every thrust until my arms gave out and I face-planted into the pillow, ass still up for him.He pulled out, breathing hard. “On top. Now.”I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, his cock

Caleb pov I thought about it. "Somewhere that means something." I looked at the city below us. "The house? The garden?"Her house — the one I'd put solely in her name.Something moved across her face. "The garden," she said."Three months from now it'll be ready," I said. "The roses you planted in April will be out."She was quiet for a moment, looking at the city. "Three months," she said."Three months," I agreed.She took my hand, we stayed on the terrace until Tom appeared in the doorway to tell us Diana had taught him a card trick and it worked and she was very good at teaching things, and we both looked at the doorway where Diana was standing behind him with the expression of someone who was not enjoying the credit but was also not correcting it."You're staying for dinner," Bella said to her.The last thing I did that night, after Tom was asleep and Bella was in the study reading and the penthouse had settled into its quiet, I sat for a while with the old therapy notebook.Bel

Caleb POVJames brought it up on a Monday morning, which was either deliberate timing or just James, and with James the two were often the same thing.I was going through the week's schedule when he set a coffee on my desk and said, without preamble, "We need to talk about the bachelor arrangements.""There are no bachelor arrangements," I said."That's what we need to talk about."I looked up. James had the expression he wore when he had already decided something and was now managing the process of bringing me to the same conclusion, I recognised it. I'd been on the receiving end of it for years."I'm not doing a club," I said. "I'm not doing anything that ends with a hangover the morning of my wedding.""I know," he said. "That's not what I'm suggesting.""Strippers""Absolutely not," he said, with a firmness that suggested he'd already considered and rejected this on my behalf. "Nothing that Bella would hear about, nothing that gives anyone a story. Nothing that risks one single th

Bella POVThe evening was loud and warm and genuinely fun. My staff, freed from the architecture of a normal working relationship for one evening, turned out to have opinions and stories and a collective energy I hadn't fully seen before, and I sat in the middle of it and felt the warmth of having built something that people actually wanted to be part of.Someone pressed a drink into my hand at some point. I held it, let the conversation move around me, and when no one was looking I set it down.My stomach had been like this for days. I had been noting it. The nausea that arrived in the morning and occasionally without warning, the appetite that had gone somewhere and not come back. The glass of wine at dinner three nights ago that had smelled fine and tasted wrong, which I had managed by setting it down and talking to Caleb about something else until he didn't notice.My period had been irregular for the better part of a year, which I had attributed to stress and age. That was what