All Chapters of MARKED BY THE WRONG BROTHER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Pregnant! What?Bella staggered back into her room, her legs unsteady beneath her, the nausea returning in harsh, twisting waves twice in a row and it left her confused. She sank heavily onto the edge of the bed, gripping the blankets as if they could anchor her to the moment that she was in.“I… I don’t feel well,” she murmured, her voice faint, a tremor betraying the unease she fought to hide.Aria hovered nearby, worry etched deep across her face. “Lady Bella… are you sure? Should I call for someone?” She asked again with a worried look on her face.“I will be fine…You don't need to-” Bella tried to rise again, but her knees buckled beneath her. She stumbled, and before Aria could reach her, she collapsed onto the floor with a soft thud.“Lady Bella!” Aria cried, panic slicing through her gentle voice. She turned sharply and dashed from the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall as she called out for anyone.Andre was in council with several elders when Aria burst in, breath

His Heir or His Bastard.Bella did not answer immediately as she didn't know how. She stayed quiet for a minute as though processing the question again in her mind over and over.The question lingered in the air between them, heavy, overwhelming and most definitely suffocating, with every second it felt like all of this was pressing down on her chest until it felt difficult to breathe.Whose child are you carrying? She thought through the question again. Her fingers tightened unconsciously against the blanket as her mind began to race, pulling her in too many directions at once. Faces blurred together. Moments, scattered and incomplete between the two men in her life and it drifted through her thoughts like fragments of a dream she could not fully piece back together.Andre? The name came first. It was the most obvious answer. The one that should have made sense. The one everyone would expect.But certainty did not follow.Instead, there was hesitation. A quiet, gnawing doubt that

A Friend Or A Foe.The corridor felt colder than it should have that evening as her heart continued to heat heavily. At some point she stopped just so she would gather a bit of courage. She looked back at Aria who just nodded once as if assuring her it was all fine.Bella walked beside Aria whose steps were slower than usual, careful, as though she was feeling that tension and anxiety as well.The hem of her night dress brushed softly against the polished floor, the sound too loud in the quiet that surrounded them.Voices echoed faintly ahead as they approached a room Bella had only been to once or twice.Bella’s fingers curled slightly before drifting once again to her stomach. The gesture came naturally now, protective and almost instinctive, as if something inside her already understood what she did not.“Why would they call everyone at this hour?” Bella asked under her breath.Aria’s expression remained tight. “They don’t do this unless it matters,” she replied.Something does s

Close As it GetThe room was calm when they walked in at first. It was not the kind of quiet that soothed or comforted matter of fact it was far from that.This was different, it was the kind that pressed in deep into the soul till it felt left everything else thick and suffocating. Bella lay still against the softness beneath her, though nothing about her body felt at ease. Every inch of her ached, not just from the ritual, but from something deeper.There was this ache in her soul that had settled into her bones and refused to leave. Her fingers twitched faintly against the sheets.For a moment, she didn’t open her eyes as she shut it for minutes like she was afraid to.Afraid that if she did, she would still see that basin and everything else again. She groaned noisily as her stomach turned at the memory.A quiet exhale slipped past her lips as her lashes fluttered open slowly.Looking around the room now, it felt dim, lit only by a single lamp in the far corner. Shimmering lig

A Box Of Hidden Secrets.Andre stopped mid-step after he turned to leave. Something about what the man said made him stuck to one point.He didn’t turn sharply or react with visible shock. But something in his body stilled.“What do you mean?" He asked.“I have been talking with your aunt and it will be treason if I don't tell you what all this is about." The man hinted.“Speak!" Rowan said impatiently.“There is a certain letter I am most certain is with her." “A letter?” he repeated slowly.The man nodded once. “Yes, Alpha.”Andre’s gaze hardened. “From whom?”There was a brief hesitation before the answer came. “Your father.”Silence filled the room for the next ten seconds as neither of them said a word with the moment turning tensed.Andre let out a low breath, almost like a scoff, though there was no humor in it.“My father is dead,” he said flatly. " And the last time I checked,not sure he left anything.”“Yes,” the man agreed carefully. “That is what makes this more concern