All Chapters of The Billionaire Blood Bound Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

CHARLOTTE“You have to meet with the family doctor,” Christian’s mum yapped excitedly, circling her arm around mine. “He will take care of everything you need. You’re in safe hands darling.”I smiled, willing myself to sap up some of the excitement emanating from her. She has been on me since Christian broke the news to her upon our arrival. Since then, she has been fussing over me, double-checking my food and monitoring every movement I take. She had suggested the stroll– said clean air would do the baby good– when Mr Hale had requested the presence of Christian and Vivienne.She squeezed my arm lightly. “Why are you so quiet? Anxious about bringing the little one?”I shook my head. “N–no, that’s not… it’s just… I don’t feel excited. I wanted to terminate it.”She stopped abruptly, pulling me with her. Her eyes bored into mine, searching. “Why?”I lowered my gaze, suddenly naked under her gaze. Why did I bring this up?“Charlotte,” her palm cupped my cheek, tilting my face up. “You c

CHRISTIANI walked in, slamming the door of the bar against the wall so hard the hinges protested.Every head turned. I didn’t care.My eyes scanned the dimly lit space, searching faces across the tables. No face looked like hers and then I saw him.Jace.I started towards him. Anger forced my feet to move faster than they should. He was the person she had run out of the house to meet. When will she see that he was in love with her? As I grew closer, my steps faltered. Jace was leaning against the counter, an ice pack pressed to his temple. His lip looked split and one of his eyes was already swollen shut.What the fuck happened to him? He looked beaten up.Dread settled in my spine. Something wasn’t right. “Where is she?” I asked as soon as I reached Jace, my eyes scanning the space behind him.There was no trace of Charlotte. My heart pounded at the thought. If she wasn’t with him, then where was she? Mathew said he was certain she was in here. Said he’d watched her walk into the

CHARLOTTEMy eyes picked out the tiny dirt scattered across the white ceiling. I mentally counted them, distracting my brain from the pain racking every inch of my body.A door opened, breaking my concentration. It sounded like it was coming from a distance. I listened to the sound of footsteps approaching and immediately regretted it.My ache pounded with every step.and footsteps approached, breaking my concentration.I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and tuned out the sound. When I popped them open again, I focused on the ceiling.It was easier. “Mrs. Hale?” The sound was faint to my ears, as if it were muffled in water. And yet, it sounded oddly familiar and close.I perked my ears up, my little game forgotten.“Mrs. Hale?” The name came again, clearer this time. Who was that? And why was the A silence followed, long enough to force my attention back to the ceiling.“Ms. Charlotte?” My eyes dropped to the side, instantly taking in a man in a white lab coat. He looked oddly fa