All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Caleb POVGrace was getting incredibly cranky upstairs. I could hear her crying from the top of the steps, and a moment later, Nadia came back down the hallway, carrying her. Grace was fussing, her face red, and the moment she saw us, she reached her small arms straight out toward her mother.Nadia walked over to the table and carefully handed her over. Grace clung tightly to Bella's shirt, burying her face in her shoulder and letting out a long, ragged sigh."She has opinions about her bedtime routine tonight," Bella said, rubbing Grace's back as the little girl let out a small, tired cry. "She wants the specific lullaby sequence, and she will not settle until it is exactly right.""Let me take her, Bella," Nadia said kindly, reaching out after a few moments. "I know the exact order she likes. We will do the rocking chair first, then the music box."Grace finally let go of Bella, reaching her small arms out to Nadia. She looked back at us over Nadia's shoulder, blinking her heavy eye

Bella POVWe walked into the hotel, our shoes clicking softly against the polished marble floor. I could feel the tension radiating off the man beside me. Caleb was walking a little too straight, his shoulders locked tight, his usual easy confidence completely replaced by an intense, quiet focus.As we neared the entrance of the private dining room, he stopped me, pulling gently on my hand. He reached up with his other hand, adjusting his tie for what felt like the tenth time since we left the house."Bella," Caleb said, his voice unusually low. He looked down at me, his eyes scanning my face with total seriousness. "Be honest with me. Do I look okay? Is the suit right?"I stared at him for a second, completely caught off guard, and then I laughed. It was a bright, genuine sound that echoed in the quiet hallway. I couldn't help it. For the past twenty-four hours, I had been the one pacing, checking monitors, and babbling out of pure nerves."Yes, Caleb," I said, reaching up to smooth

Sebastian pov The car door clicked shut, cutting off the cool night air. I stood on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, completely frozen. My daughter was gone. The red taillights of her car moved down the dark street, turning the corner until they disappeared completely. My chest felt tight, I could not breathe. I looked down at the expensive fabric of my suit jacket. My shoulder was slightly wet. That was where she had rested her face. That was where she had held me. Goodbye, Dad. The words repeated in my mind over and over. She had called me Dad. She did not say Sebastien. She did not say Mr. Marchetti. She had looked at me with those beautiful eyes—the exact same eyes as her mother, Elaine—and she had claimed me. A hot tear spilled over my eyelid, rolling down my cheek. I did not wipe it away. I let it fall. I had spent years carrying the heavy weight of grief for a woman I could not save. I had lived with the quiet agony of thinking Elaine had simply stopped answering m

Bella POVI was sitting in the living room of our house, watching Tom play with his toy trains on the rug. The evening sun cast long shadows across the floor, and the house was finally quiet after a busy day.My phone vibrated on the coffee table beside me. I picked it up, expecting a work email from my assistant or a message from Caleb. Instead, an unknown number lit up the screen.I tapped the notification and opened the text message.Unknown Number: It's Olivier. I stole your private number from Enzo's phone because I really needed to talk to you. I know after our last encounter you must have barred me from your business line. Can we talk? Just us. No agenda this time.I stared at the short message for a full minute. Tom laughed as one of his toy trains fell over, but my focus stayed entirely on the screen. Olivier only had my office line before, and he had used that to walk into my room and start a bitter corporate interrogation. He was right—I had instructed my assistant to bl

Bella POVTom turned six on a Saturday, and by ten in the morning, the house was already incredibly loud.The sharp ring of the doorbell cut through the noise, and Tom practically flew across the rug. I walked out of the kitchen right behind him and watched him pull the heavy front door open.Maya stood, holding a massive, brightly colored cake box very carefully with both hands. She didn’t even step inside before issuing a warning."Do not touch this box, birthday boy," Maya said, balancing it as she walked past him into the hallway. "It is completely unstable until it commits to the kitchen table.""Is it chocolate?" Tom asked, bouncing on his heels as he followed her straight to the counter."Of course it is chocolate," Maya laughed, setting it down with absolute care.My laptop on the counter let out a loud chime. A video call request popped up on the screen. I tapped the answer button, and Diana’s face instantly filled the monitor. She was sitting in the front seat of her car, t