Todos los capítulos de Winning Back My Pregnant Wife: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Marcus probably could’ve handled their conversation at the office better. The issue was, he’d been offended that she dismissed the kiss so easily—that she thought so low of him. How could she think he’d kiss her in private for the sake of anyone else? Sure, if people thought they were engaged and they were at an event or something, he’d give her a chaste kiss to make this arrangement more believable.But this morning, in that dressing room, the only person he had kissed her for was himself. He’d thought about kissing her in bed into the early morning hours the night before, and he’d thought about it the entire morning while shopping before it happened. He’d kissed her because the thought of not kissing her made him feel empty inside.He should’ve known better. She wasn’t ready. She’d said as much when she’d laid out her terms when agreeing to become his Wife. He’d just been too blinded by his primal want for her, and by the way she basically dared him to kiss her, there was no stoppin

SarahSilverware clattered as Marcus reached into a drawer to his left. He was silent as he placed a plate in front of Sarah. The dish looked like it came from a fancy restaurant, not made by him in the comfort of his own home. There was perfectly cooked salmon with a glaze drizzled over it, paired with green beans that were charred and seasoned to perfection. Sarah could smell the garlic, her stomach growling in anticipation.Marcus placed three plates on the table, setting the silverware down with a precise hand. Sarah knew she should thank him, but she was too busy working through the sudden shift between them.He didn't take a seat next to her immediately. Instead, he stepped out of the kitchen and disappeared for a few moments, returning with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. Without a word, he set the glasses down and worked with expertise to open the bottle, his forearm muscles rippling with the effort. He didn’t ask if she wanted any; he simply poured two hefty glasses a

MarcusSarah looked stunned, clearly not expecting that to be his answer. Marcus used her silence to his advantage. Leaning forward, he gripped one of the legs of her barstool and dragged it closer. Her hands flew to the armrests to steady herself as he pulled her in until their knees bumped.“Here’s the deal, Sarah. I’m attracted to you. I’d planned on going forward with our deal either way, but the fact that there’s clearly chemistry between us is an added bonus. We both have needs, and while we agreed those needs won’t be taken care of by other people, it’s only logical we use each other instead.”He gave her one last tug, pulling her body so it sat firmly between his knees. The inside of his thighs pressed against the outside of hers, her knees dangerously close to his cock.“But I’d never force myself on you, and I’m not going to beg for you to admit what I know is happening,” he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “So, if you say you don’t want to kiss me again o

JulianThe crystal chandelier in the foyer rattled as Genevieve’s voice hit a pitch that could have shattered glass.“Julian, don’t you dare walk away from me! We are not finished!”Julian Sterling didn’t even break his stride. He adjusted the heavy gold link of his cufflinks, his face a carved mask of cold indifference. For the umpteenth time that week, the walls of the Sterling estate were echoing with the same toxic rhythm. Genevieve wanted a ring. She wanted a date. She wanted the legal right to the Sterling name and the vault that came with it.“I’m late, Genevieve,” he said, his voice a flat, dangerous monotone.“I don’t care about your meeting! I care about us! You’ve kept me in this limbo for too long!”Julian finally turned at the door, pinning her with a look so glacial she actually took a step back. He had been married once. He had been a fool once. He had lived with a woman who asked for nothing but his time, and in return, he had neglected her, accused her of betrayal an

SarahSarah drove to the office with her head spinning, arriving a few minutes late. In any other life, she would have been panicking, but at Kane Industries, the atmosphere was different. The staff didn't look at her with the cold, judgmental eyes she had grown used to at Sterling Corp. Instead, they were practically throwing themselves at her feet. Marcus had clearly briefed them: she wasn't just the Vice President; she was his wife.“Mrs. Kane! Good morning!” Diana, her new secretary, beamed as she followed Sarah into the office. She was young, eager, and had spent the morning arranging a sprawling bouquet of white lilies and peonies on the mahogany desk. “I thought the room needed some life. Do you like them? I can change them if the scent is too strong.”Sarah stared at the flowers. It was a small gesture, but it felt remarkably nice to be seen. She flashed back to the first time she had walked into Julian’s office as his wife. His secretary back then hadn't even looked up from h