All Chapters of The Billionaire Blood Bound Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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My Wedding Contract

CHARLOTTE My eyes fluttered open and I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head in irritation. I tried to slip back to sleep, but the light from the window refused to let me. I wasn't ready to face the day knowing Vivienne was sleeping somewhere in the house. Her comment last night rang in my head. I pulled the blanket over my head and shut my eyes. My stomach grumbled in protest. Resigned, I made my way downstairs. I halted on the stairs, my eyes falling on the people at the foot of the staircase. Vivienne’s arms wrapped around Christian’s neck, her face perked up like she was waiting for a kiss. I looked away just as Christian obliged her. “Hey. You’re awake,” Vivienne called cheerfully, forcing my gaze back to them. “How was your night?” I blink, my mind doing a double-take. Was she being serious? Same person who had given me the death stare all night on the ride back here? “I already have breakfast prepared,” she continued smoothly, smiling as though we were old f

Always My Fault

CHARLOTTE I rushed in beside Jace, halting at the entrance of the hospital as bleach hit my nostrils. Jace made his way to the reception, while I fought down the nausea threatening to spill from my gut. I hated hospitals. “Charlotte,” I snapped my head in the direction of his voice. He was already walking down the hallway. “Come on.” I caught up with him and together, we entered the elevator. He had filled me in on our way here. He didn't know much, just that Dad had been in his study, speaking on the phone before collapsed. We highlighted on the sixth floor and Jace grabbed my hand, leading the way. I spotted my mother, her face was buried behind her palms. “Mum,” i cried, rushing towards her. She raised her head, but her eyes were on Jace. “Jace, darling,” she sobbed and was out of her seat and in his hand before he reached her. I stood behind them while Jace held my mother as she cried. “Thank you for coming,” she sniffled, wiping her teary face. Then her r

In My Bed

CHARLOTTE I moaned into his mouth, my body vibrating with desire. He stiffened against my palms just before his hand moved downward and gently tugged my neck back, breaking the kiss. I whimpered at the loss. Not waiting for his reason, I stretched on my toes and tried to reclaim his mouth. He held me back. “You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, cupping my face before brushing a light kiss against the corner of my lips. My legs wobbled at the contact, desire spreading through my veins like molten fire. “You.” His eyes darken with hunger. “You’re mine.” I let out a whimper, feeling his grip on my neck tighten just before his mouth came back down. I expected it to be rough, but instead it was slow and deep. He was savoring my lips like he could do this forever. My heart flipped at the thought. I wrapped my hands around his neck and leaned closer, feeling heat pool low in my stomach. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and pulled a helpless moan from me. “What do you want,

Down Memory Lane

CHRISTIAN My hand slid across the mattress, searching for her warm body. I frowned and forced my eyes open as cold sheets grazed my palm. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 2:18 a.m. Way too early. “Baby?” I called, squinting against the dim light as my eyes searched the room. The room was empty. “Charlotte?” I swung my legs off the bed and grabbed the pile of clothes off the floor. I snatched my trousers and donned them, noting that my shirt was missing from the pile. A smile tugged at my lips at the thought of my shirt wrapped around her body. Something possessive settled in my chest. I searched the closet and bathroom. No sign of her. Certain she must have gone downstairs, I strode out of the room. Guilt attacked me as soon as I left the room. I tried to ignore the thoughts but they swam over my head in droves. Memories of what I allowed happened hours ago filled my head, leaving a bitter taste in their wake. I should have resisted harder. Tried to stop i

How Naive of Me!

CHARLOTTE I shifted in my seat, trying my hardest not to stare at the woman beside me. Thankfully the door opened in that moment and the doctor walked in. “Sorry for keeping you waiting,” she said. I recognized her immediately— the same woman who had spoken to me after Dad’s first surgery. Her eyes softened as they landed on my mother. “Mrs. Whitmore, how are you faring?” Mom nodded, barely raising her head to acknowledge the doctor. She’d done the same when I arrived. It was like all the fight had been drained out of her. “She’s going to be okay,” I said quickly, wanting the doctor to move the conversation along. “Did something happen to my father?” I rubbed my eyes, the sting reminding me of what I witnessed hours ago and of my lack of sleep. I had only left my post at Christian’s room door after the hospital call came in. No one had stepped out of the room except the doctor who blatantly ignored my questions. I pushed the thought of Vivienne to the back of my mi

Bitter Reality

CHARLOTTE I ran towards the house, leaving Jace to sort himself. Every nerve in my body was crackling with anger. A silhouette caught my eye in the dim light of the staircase. My fist clenched as I recognized the person. “Christian!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the empty foyer. I chased after him, throwing propriety to the wind. I couldn't care less what the staff thought as they gawked at me. Christian paused and turned. Confusion flickered across his tired face. His eyes were bloodshot, like he had not slept at all. “Did you know about this?” I threw the file at it. It landed smack in his chest before hitting the floor. “About the clauses in our marriage contract?” His lips thinned as his gaze dropped to the file. “Not now, Charlotte,” he warned, already walking away. Something in the way he said my name made every nerve in my body snap. “Stop!” I screamed, loud enough to rock the house into silence. He stopped abruptly and charged toward me like a bull.

A Tiny Bump on the Road

CHARLOTTE“Thank you, Rosie,” I smiled at the waiter as she dumped a generous amount of sugar into my coffee.She returned my smile and walked away. The little cafe had become my escape from my reality. The staff were friendly and at midday, it was mostly quiet.A long sigh escaped my lips as I took a sip of my overly sweet coffee. It was much sweeter than I usually prefer, but lately I have developed a craving for sugar.I stared out of the wide window, taking in the bustling activity on the outside. People going on with their lives as if mine hadn’t fallen apart.It's been three weeks already since I uprooted myself from the Hale’s estate back to my father’s house. Thankfully, mum had been too occupied with hospital visits to notice anything.But I was running out of time. Dad’s condition was improving and it was only a matter of time before they returned home to find me there.I cradled my mug closer to my chest, dread curling in my stomach at the thought of Mum screaming that I s

Made an Appointment

CHARLOTTE I sank into the bed and shut my eyes tight praying this was a dream. A terrible, terrible dream. I popped one eye open and groaned when Jace's face appeared. His eyes were roaming my face with concern. “This is real?” I breathed out, keeping both eyes open. “As real as it gets, love.” he patted my shoulder softly. “But you don’t have to worry about that now.” “The doctor is certain?” “Charlotte, we’re in a hospital. I can ask them to take another if you think it would make a difference.” “Yes. Call someone to run the test again. There’s no way this is happening.” No way I was a knocked-up, homeless divorceé. All in the space of a month. Jace arched his brows but said nothing as he walked away. He returned seconds later with a nurse in tow who drew my blood and disappeared. After she left, I fell into a fitful sleep. When I woke up, Jace was seated in the far corner of the room, his head buried in a magazine. A thin smile touched his lips when he noticed

Wasted with Guilt

CHRISTIANI sank deeper into my seat as I stared, transfixed, at the moving mouths around the table.They were going nonstop. I wished they would stop. I needed to think.I shut my eyes, my head swaying slightly as I tried to drown out the noise. It was useless.They were too loud. The ache at the back of my head throbbed, swelling until it felt the size of a melon. Brown eyes drifted into my mind.For one blessed second, the noise dulled.Then the image vanished and the last of my restraint went with it.“Shut the fuck up!” I barked, jerking to my feet and slamming both fists onto the table.The room fell dead silent. All heads turned towards me.Slowly, their faces came into focus. Recognition hit me like a slap.Shareholders. The quarterly meeting— the one Rafe had drummed in my ears for weeks now.I groaned, dragging my hand across my face. I was exhausted. What in God’s name was going on with me?“Christian.”I raised my head, meeting Rafe’s gaze from across the table. A deep f

The Clinic Visit

CHARLOTTEI wrinkled my nose as the smell of bleach and antiseptic wafted through.Why do they all have to smell the same?I leaned against the reception desk, my fingers curled tightly around the strap of my bag. I forced myself to breathe.You can do this, I chanted in my head. It’s just a procedure.My trip to the internet last night did the opposite of what I needed. Now I was more nervous than before. For a moment while preparing, I had reconsidered calling Jace, but something held me back. Pride, maybe. I wasn't certain. It was a feeling I wasn't accustomed to.“Name?” the receptionist asked without looking up.“Charlotte Whitmore,” I replied softly.Her fingers paused over the keyboard. Then resumed. “You have a 10:30 appointment.”“Yes.”My heart thumped loudly in my chest. I felt like everyone in the room could hear it. Like they all knew what I was about to do.“Have a seat. They’ll call you shortly.”I nodded and turned, my eyes scanning the waiting area for a vacant seat

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