All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Caleb pov The car ride to the clinic was very quiet, and my hands gripped the steering wheel tight, as the morning sun hit the glass. Bella sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, her fingers tapping a slow rhythm against her knee.I turned the car into the clinic parking lot, parked in a spot near the front door, and turned off the engine. The silence came back, heavy and thick."We are here," I said, my voice sounding deep in the small space.Bella turned to me, and she gave me a small, brave smile. "I know. Let's go see what the plan is."We walked inside the building together, the smell of clean floors and medicine hitting us right away. The nurse led us back into a small room first. She had Bella step onto the scale to check her weight, and then she wrapped a black cuff around Bella's arm to take her blood pressure.Once that was finished, The nurse led us down the bright hallway and pointed to a door at the very end. I stepped forward, lifted my hand, and knocked tw

Bella POV"This is something you deserve to hear from me directly," Sebastien said. His image was steady on my laptop screen. His study behind him was perfectly neat, just as it always was. "You should not hear this from a lawyer in a letter, or from a board member in a meeting you were not invited to."I shifted slowly on the couch. I put one hand against the curve of my stomach. It was already sticking out quite a bit now at four months. My lower back had a new, constant ache, and it was hard to find a position that did not pull on my muscles."Go ahead," I said, leaning back against a pillow."As my eldest biological child," Sebastien said, leaning closer to his camera, "your position in the Marchetti succession is legally significant. It is not just an idea on paper, Bella. It is significant. The structure of our family trust and the chairmanship pathway were built decades ago. It was all based on the assumption of one line of children. You are part of that line, whether either of

Camille POVI watched the announcement land across my phone screen three times before I set it down. My coffee sat on the table in front of me, slowly going cold.I had spent years positioning myself beside Olivier. I built my whole life around becoming the Marchetti matriarch and standing by his side. Every choice and every move I made was for that one goal. When Bella first arrived, I told myself nothing had changed. She was just a sister—a small problem I could easily handle.But lately, Olivier hasn't been answering my calls as fast as before. Whenever Bella’s name came up, he talked too carefully, like a man changing sides. Now, this headline was staring at me—a board seat, a public archive, and Sebastien’s name right next to hers in a press release that looked like a victory lap.My fingers shook a little as I picked up the phone. I couldn't just sit here and lose my future. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Jean-Luc. He was a top journalist for a big Paris gossip p

Bella POVWeeks laterMy thumb hovered over the glowing screen of my phone. The financial news alert had popped up at exactly eight in the morning, a bright white banner cutting across my wallpaper.Marchetti Group Secures Voss Legacy Archive, Appoints New Independent Board Member.I tapped the link. The page loaded, showing the official Marchetti family crest at the top of the press release. Down in the third paragraph, my own name sat in clean, black font. The ink on the actual board paperwork was already dry, but seeing it right here, public and permanent, made my chest tighten with a strange sort of relief. It was done.Olivier sent a text every few days that was barely a sentence and somehow said everything.Olivier: The board seat is officially yours. Work starts next month. Take care of yourself, Bella.Enzo, on the other hand, sent voice messages at odd hours. I tapped play on one at two in the morning, holding the phone close to my ear so I would not wake up the house."Bell

Bella POVI sat up a little straighter, frowning at him gently. "Tom, what have I told you about taking things from strangers? And you didn't even tell me about it."Tom dropped his eyes to his lap, his shoulders slumping down. He nervously tapped the corner of his plastic folder. "I am sorry, Mommy. I forgot.""Linda is very nice, but you cannot take food from people unless I say it is okay first," I said, keeping my voice soft but firm. "Never do it again, okay?""Yes, Mom," Tom whispered, looking up at me with his big grey eyes. "I promise.""Okay. Thank you for apologizing," I said, kissing the top of his head. "Now, show me what you are reading."He pulled out his homework book, and spread it across my blankets. For the next hour, he read his school book out loud. Every now and then, he paused, leaning his head all the way down to press his ear against my big, round stomach."I think the baby likes this story," Tom whispered, keeping his face pressed to my skin. "The baby moved r