All Chapters of The Billionaire Blood Bound Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 22VIVIENNEI stirred, my legs tangling with the sheets as I tried to move. I rubbed my eyes, a feeling of unease settling within me. Something had startled me out of my sleep.I found the reason standing at the foot of my bed. Christian.His eyes were on me. I stretched lazily, letting the blanket drip down, exposing my thighs.He didn't blink, and heat slowly crawled up my spine, burning me.He had not looked at me like that in the longest time. And I haven't seen him since he told me she left the house.I fluttered my lashes at him, sitting on the bed. “You look good,” I purred, letting my gaze rest on the bulge in his trousers.And he did. He had finally gotten rid of the growth on his chin and was back to wearing clean clothes.I smiled inwardly, having a clue to his sudden change. Dad must have spoken to himI crawled seductively on all fours towards him, my eyes never leaving his face. “Finally remembered you have a fiancée?”His eyes darkened. “What are you doing here

I lost track of time as I stared at the door long after they were gone.My head was still reeling from his threat. The fact that he hadn't minced his words when he threatened me made my skin crawl. and right in front of a lawyer!I leaned over the table and pulled the document close. I flipped through them, squinting my eyes to see. Short, sarcastic laughs left my lips as I read the absurd, too-good-to-be-real promises listed in the file.How gullible did he think I was? Playing the same game.I turned the file over to the beginning, this time leafing through it, meticulously searching for any hidden clause.I found none.Exhausted, I jerked out my chair, my gaze instantly falling on my purse beside the couch. I grabbed it, pulled out my phone, and dialled Jace’s number.I winced as his voice came on after the third ring. I wasn't ready to speak to him.“Hey,” I called too loudly as I exited the room through the same door Christian had left. “I have to ask you a few questions.”Witho

CHARLOTTEThe rest of the day passed in a blur. I locked myself in the room, seething at Christian’s audacity. If he thought he was about to get what he wanted without a fight, then he was more delusional than I thought.I was no longer the naive girl who was foolishly in love with him.“Arrogrant prick,” i muttered and collapsed on the bed, ignoring the subtle knocks on the door.It was Rosalia. She's been here for the third time, trying to cajole me to eat something. And every time I've given her the same answer. Yet she wouldn't take no for an answer.Her pleas and reasons weren't going to sway me from what I had in mind. He was going to get a handful of me. A new version of Charlotte.A smile touched my lips as I remembered my act in the parlour. Watching his reaction when I flinched gave me some sort of satisfaction. If he thought I was terrified of him, he wouldn't suspect anything— especially if I played my cards right.I lay on my side, drowned out the noise and forced mysel

CHARLOTTE“Are you ready?” Vivienne spared me a glance, literally bouncing off her car with excitement. I stared at my reflection in the rearview mirror, trying to recognise the person in it. My eyelids were coated with dark eyeshadow and a winged eyeliner. False lashes grazed my eyes, and my lips were a bright shade of red. I looked like an adult version of Barbie.Vivienne had insisted she did my makeup. And it was nothing like the subtle ones I was used to.“Yeah… I guess so,” I muttered, trying to wipe off some of the pink powder on my cheeks.She grabbed my hands, trapping them between hers. “Stop fidgeting. Everything is gonna be okay.”I nodded and tried to settle my nerves. Attending the reunion had been easier said than done. I had lost my nerves as soon as dawn broke, coupled with the fact that I was nauseous all morning. I wanted to skip it, but Vivienne would hear none of it. She had practically nursed me all morning and took care of everything else, including our escape

Chp30CHRISTIANI nursed my glass of whiskey, one arm thrown lazily over the back of the couch, watching as the man of the hour walked towards the minibar.“Vivienne, how about this?” he asked, lifting a bottle of Cristal for her inspection. “Does this work?”“That’s perfect,” Vivienne replied sweetly, scooting closer to me and resting her head against my chest.I stiffened.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of my father’s smile before he turned back to the minibar. He smiled. A man who had kept his face rigid all through lunch. But here he was… smiling!God! Could he get any worse? What more was he willing to do? Suck on her toes?My jaw tightened. I reeled my anger in slowly.He had practically ignored Charlotte all through lunch. Thankfully, Ma filled in for him, chuckling over Charlotte like a mother hen.“You two look good together,” he said warmly, handing Vivienne a glass before taking his seat at the opposite end, facing us. “And that’s why your father and I hav