All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-TwoAndrea’s POVBy the time Tristan carries me into the bedroom, I can feel myself already soaked, ready to have him. His lips find mine before he can even set me down properly, and I laugh against his mouth, tightening my arms around his neck. He smiles into the kiss, setting me gently on the bed before leaning over me again.There's something different about the way he kisses me now. He isn't rushing or trying to prove anything. Every touch feels deliberate, every kiss filled with all the things we've been too hurt, too stubborn, or too afraid to say.I thread my fingers through his hair, drawing him closer.“I've missed you,” I whisper against his lips.His expression softens. “I'm right here, baby.”“I know.” I brush my thumb over his cheek. “I just need you to know that I missed you.”He kisses my forehead, then the tip of my nose, making me smile before his lips return to mine.His hands move slowly as he undresses me, careful with every button an

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-FourThree months laterTristan’s POVAndrea is so beautiful that, for the first time in my life, I find myself struggling to put what I feel into words.Beautiful doesn't seem like enough. Neither does breathtaking, stunning, or any of the other words people use when they see something that leaves them speechless. None of them comes close to describing the woman walking toward me in a white wedding dress, her face hidden behind a delicate veil, her hand resting on her father's arm.My bride.I'm getting married.The thought still feels unreal, even as I stand at the end of the aisle, watching the woman I love move closer to me with every step.Three months ago, I was lying in a hospital bed, terrified that I'd lost her forever. I had spent weeks drowning myself in alcohol, convinced that the woman I loved would never forgive me for what I'd done. Then she walked into my hospital room, and somehow, despite everything, she gave me another chance.Later, I

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-SixAndrea’s POVYears have passed since Tristan and I stood beneath that floral arch by the beach and promised to spend the rest of our lives together.From the outside, our life looks almost perfect. Our businesses have grown beyond what either of us imagined, our marriage has been a conjugal bliss indeed, and the love between us has only deepened with time. We have learned each other's habits, found new reasons to laugh, and built a life filled with more beautiful memories than I could have ever asked for.But we never got our happily ever after.Not the one I had always imagined, anyway.The first year of our marriage passed without a pregnancy, but neither of us worried much about it. We were newlyweds, enjoying our life together, and we assumed it would happen when the time was right. The second year came and went, and although I occasionally wondered when we would finally have a baby, I didn't allow myself to dwell on it.It wasn't until the thir

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-EightAndrea’s POVThe first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the empty space beside me.The second is Tristan standing in front of the mirror, already dressed for work, adjusting his tie.I sit up slowly, letting out a yawn as I push my hair away from my face. My eyes feel heavy from the restless night I had, and for a moment, I simply watch him, wishing I could crawl back beneath the covers and sleep until I no longer have to think about anything.But sleep hasn't been much of a friend lately. Even when I manage to close my eyes, my thoughts always find a way to drag me back to the same place, reminding me of what I want so badly and what my body has so far failed to give me.He catches my reflection in the mirror and turns."You're up, wifey." He smiles gently. "Good morning.""Morning." I rub my eyes. "Were you planning to sneak off without saying goodbye?""I didn't want to wake you. You had trouble sleeping last night." He glances at his watch,

Chapter One Hundred and FiftyAndrea’s POVTristan leans down and kisses me. It starts gently, with the same tenderness he showed me while holding me as I cried, but it doesn't stay that way for long. His kisses grow more urgent, as though he's trying to pour every apology and promise into them. I respond without thinking, my hands sliding up his chest and around his neck as I pull him closer.He shifts over me, his body pressing me into the mattress. One hand finds the hem of my nightgown and slowly pushes it up my thigh. When his fingers brush the edge of my underwear, I break the kiss just long enough to look at him.“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice quieter now. “After everything we just said…”“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he answers, and the way he looks at me leaves no room for doubt.He helps me out of my nightgown, and I do the same for him, unbuttoning his shirt with slightly shaky fingers before pushing it off his shoulders. By the time we’re both bare, the tension