All Chapters of The Billionaire Blood Bound Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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.Some

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 and shoes scattered across the floor. “The suitcases are too small for my clothes,” I huffed, taking a dress off its hanger. “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. “Don’t 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. Oh, Jace.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, louder, as if convincing myself. “I

Charlotte“Christian, this is so insane.” And out of character.He was already standing beside the plane when I was finally able to leave the car. “Blame it on the full moon,” he chuckled, his hand outstretched. “And my means.”I took hold of it, letting him guide me up the stairs into the jet. The interior screamed luxury. Being the wife of Christian Hale only indulged me with the luxuries at home and shopping centres. Nothing prepared me for the elegant finishings of the jet. My fingers traced the leather seats in awe. An elegantly dressed hostess walked towards us, handed me a bubbling glass, and disappeared. “This is yours?” I asked, my tongue finally loose after my first sip of champagne.“And two more like it,” he said offhandedly.I stared at him, my mouth wide open. He chuckled, his hand resting at the small of my back. “You need to be seated. The plane is about to take off.”He tugged me into a seat and leaned down to secure the seatbelt. The warmth from his body engulfed m

CHARLOTTEI watched Christian from the corner of my eye. He stood beside a sleek black car, his posture rigid, phone pressed to his ear. At that moment, he lifted his head, catching my eyes. He held it for a second before looking away. A sliver of panic flashed through my chest at the blank look in his eyes. The realization of what was happening hit me like a punch to my chest. He was shutting me out.We only just landed minutes ago. I wasn't going to let him pull away from me, not after what I’ve seen these last two days. Not after what we shared.I descended the steps, my legs shaking as I tried to ignore the panic blooming in my chest.“Hey.” I smiled when I reached his side. He turned around, rewarding me with a tiny smile. Not the big, wide, face-eating grin I’d gotten used to on the island.I slipped my hand into his, and stretched on my toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Bags have been sorted and the–”“They can have them delivered to the house,” he interrupted me, yankin