All Chapters of Mr Billionaire wants a bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

3rd POV“I should be asking you that question, don’t you think?” Seraphina said.Violetta let out a soft laugh as she stepped further into the room, the door clicking shut behind her.“Tristan is a friend of the family,” she said smoothly. “So obviously I will be here.”Her gaze swept over Seraphina again, slower this time.“But you…” she continued, her lips curling faintly, “you are irrelevant to his life.”Violetta took another step closer.“Considering that in your own words,” she went on, her tone turning almost conversational, “you used his kindness, got what you wanted and vanished.”“You know nothing of what happened,” Seraphina said.Violetta cut her off.“I know nothing? Darling, Tristan and I have been keeping in touch since you disappeared into the winds and he has told me everything that happened and I must say… you are a terrible person. Do you really think you are the person Tristan wants to see the moment he opens his eyes?”Seraphina stilled.She had not thought of tha

SERAPHINAThe drive to Naomis place from the hospital was one of the longest of my whole life. My mind was filled with so many thoughts which I couldn’t exactly contain. At some point, I considered heading straight to the airport and going back to where Aurora was waiting for me, but I knew that Naomi would have my head if I did that.She was already waiting for me anxiously at her door as I pulled into the driveway.“So,” Naomi said the moment I stepped into her apartment, arms folded as she leaned against the kitchen counter, eyes scanning my face like she was bracing herself, “how is Tristan doing?”I hadn’t realized how much I needed to be in somewhere as familiar as this until my shoulders sagged the second the door closed behind me.“He’s… fine,” I said slowly. “He is recovering.”Naomi frowned as she studied my face over and over again. I had not exactly planned to tell her that I had chickened out of seeing him, but knowing her, she could see through my bullshit right from the

SERAPHINA“We are going to be late.” Aurora said, as her voice carried down the hallway. I could hear her pacing around outside as she was no doubt trying to make sure everything was absolutely right and perfect.I was still in my room, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting an earring I’d already adjusted three times, my hands trembling just enough to irritate me.“I’m coming,” I called back, even though I hadn’t moved yet.“You said that five minutes ago,” she shot back. “This is an exhibition, Sera. People are actually coming to see my work.”I grabbed my clutch and stepped out, locking my bedroom door behind me. Aurora stood by the front door in a navy-blue dress that made her look healthier than she had in months. There was color in her cheeks now and I could tell that she was getting back to how she was a couple of years ago.She looked absolutely beautiful that it still caught me off guard sometimes.“You look so beautiful.” I said, as I looked at her.“You look nervous,”

AURORA“I’m telling you, Clarissa, there was just something off about him.’” I said,I had been standing in front of the mirror for a solid five minutes, tugging at the hem of my sweater and then smoothing it back down like it had personally offended me. My reflection stared back at me unimpressed with everything that I had done so far to make it seem like I had slept well last night, when I had actually not. My paint-stained fingers were still very evident from the work of yesterday, no matter how much I had tried to scrub it clean.Clarissa, sprawled dramatically across her bed with her phone hovering inches from her face, snorted.“You’ve said that exact sentence three times since you walked through the door last night.”“That’s because I’m still trying to understand it,” I shot back, reaching for my earrings and then changing my mind and setting them down again. “Who walks into a studio they don’t belong in and starts critiquing someone’s work like that?”She finally lowered her p

AURORA“Why did he tell you to stay behind?”Clarissa didn’t bother lowering her voice as she slung her bag over her shoulder, eyebrows already doing that curious, teasing thing she perfected sometime in our first year. The rest of the class shuffled past us, chairs scraping, people still murmuring about how the class went.I saw Ethan shoot me a questioning look before he walked out as well. I could already tell what was on his mind and how that would be a difficult conversation to have later, but I removed it from my mind right now as I turned back to Clarissa.I lifted one shoulder in a small shrug and met her eyes.“I don’t know.”She narrowed her gaze. “You do know, though.”I shook my head again, as I knew that this was definitely about last night, but I didn’t expect him to be this obvious about it.Of course the universe just somehow had to make him my lecturer.Clarissa sighed dramatically. “I’ll wait outside while you find out what he wants and take your time. If he murders