The Billionaire Blood Bound Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

CHARLOTTE“Her body can't keep it up,” a man's voice floated through my hazy mind, filled with concern. “She is giving more than an average person should. At this rate… we're going to kill her.”My eyes fluttered open and snapped shut as the room swayed before me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.“She signed up for it,” Christian's cold response reached my ears. “She’ll be fine. You're doctors for Christ’s sake—Keep her alive. Find something— anything to keep her going when she's exhausted.”What was he talking about? Slowly, my memories trickled in– my trip to the hospital. To donate blood for her. Our routine. I flinched as the pounding in my head increased. How long has it been this time? “Mr Christain–”“Do it, doctor! I don’t pay you that amount of money to question me. If anything happens to either of them, be ready to lose your hospital.”I wetted my lips and tried to speak again. I had to tell them I didn’t feel so good, but only a moan escaped my lips.Som

CHARLOTTE“Where are you coming from?” His cold voice, reserved for just me, followed me into the house. “Or should I ask who you’ve been whoring yourself to all day?”I ignored his jab, making my way to the stairs. There was no fight left in me. Not even for him. All I wanted was a hot bath and my bed.His fingers gripped my arm, pulling me to a stop. “Don’t fucking walk out on me when I’m talking to you. Ever again!” he hissed, his breathing fanning the back of my ears.Rage burned through my veins, chasing my fatigue.“What do you want from me, Christian?” I screamed, jerking my hand from his grip. “Should I stay in the house crying and wailing till you return? Is that what you want? Miserable, lonely Charlotte, begging for your attention, will that help you fix your day?”His eyes grew wide with shock, before slowly drifting below my face and resting on Jace’s jacket. “I was at my parents’ house,” I sighed, feeling all the rage drain out of me just as it appeared. “Jace was there

CHARLOTTE“Tell me you’re done with your luggage,” Jace’s calm but firm voice came through the phone. “I’m only a few minutes out. I’ll be there shortly.”I glanced around the bedroom, glaring at the clothes scattered across the floor, shoes kicked aside, drawers pulled open in desperation.“The suitcases are too small for my clothes,” I huffed, dragging a dress off the bed. “I have not even gotten to my shoes. This will not work. There is just so much to pack, I—”“Charlotte Whitmore,” he cut in sharply. “Do not you dare rethink this. You are leaving tonight. We’ll file for divorce first thing in the morning. I am not letting you change your mind.”A sad smile tugged at my lips. This was exactly why I called him.If I were left alone with my thoughts for too long, I would crumble. I already had. I came home from the hospital determined to leave, but all I managed to do was collapse on the couch and cry until my chest hurt.“I am not changing my mind,” I said quietly. Then again, loud