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

CHARLOTTEMy 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.Resigned, I stretched lazily on the bed, my memories from last night slowly trickling in.Vivienne was here. I grabbed my robe and headed downstairs, halting when I spotted her at the foot of the stairs. She had her 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?“I already made breakfast,” she continued smoothly, smiling as though we were old friends. “I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to make sure he was well-fed before work. But there’s still enough left. Care to join me?”I nodded, too stunned to speak. Maybe I

CharlotteHis hand cradled the back of my neck and tugged gently, breaking the kiss.I whimpered at the loss, chasing his lips instinctively.“You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, cupping my face, his thumb brushing my cheeks. Heat pooled low in my stomach, spreading through me like molten fire. I let out a whimper as his eyes burned into mine, dark with hunger. His mouth came back down on mine again.I expected it to be rough, but instead it was slow and deep like he was savoring my lips. Like he could do this forever.My heart flipped at the thought.He’s kissing me like he wants me… not like I’m just there.His teeth grazed my bottom lip, pulling a helpless moan from me. My knees weakened, and I swayed, grabbing his waist for support.My tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting him, and desire flooded every inch of me. I was certain that if he didn’t touch me soon, I would shatter from my need.I tilted my head back, deepening the kiss, trying to show what my body was already begg

CHARLOTTEI shifted in my seat, trying my hardest not to stare at the woman beside me.Thankfully the door opened at 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 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. There was no time to inform Christian, not that he would have left her side.The doctor’s eyes flitted uneasily between my mother and me, before settling on me. “Yo

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

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