All Chapters of The Wife He Rejected And Humiliated Is a Billionaire CEO: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Julian was proving to be true house-husband material.By the time Lena woke up the next morning, he had already fed and cleaned Junior, then immediately shifted to making breakfast for her so she wouldn’t be late for her morning meetings. He was still wearing a checkered apron, his dark hair disheveled from cooking, when Lena walked down the staircase into the dining area.Lena’s mouth fell open the second she saw him standing over the plates. “What on earth are you wearing?” She laughed, the sound breaking the morning quiet.“An apron,” Julian pouted playfully, smoothing down the front of the fabric. “I just wanted to make a proper breakfast for my very hardworking wife.”“Not your wife yet,” Lena reminded him, stepping into the room.“You will be. Soon,” Julian retorted smoothly.“Says who?”Julian ignored the question, stepping behind her chair and pulling it out with a flourish. “You look absolutely beautiful this morning,” he murmured, planting a soft kiss onto the crown of her

Julian groaned as he woke to heat and a tow curling sensation.His mind was still a haze, his eyes still heavy from sleep and exhaustion. The room was now soaked in darkness, only illuminated softly by the estate’s security lights. Julian tried to move but he felt a weight pin him down, as though his shoulders were trapped between something.Something…He moved his hands blindly.There were limbs—soft, smooth limbs.Julian inhaled a long breath and a familiar scent hit his nostrils. This was a scent he had grown accustomed to.And at that moment, sleep vanished from his eyes.Lena was on him. Her face was turned towards his toes and her ass to his face. Her tongue trailed the crown of his cock in slow, circular motion.Her movement was clumsy at first, but when she realized that he had woken up, she became more steady, taking him down to the back of her throat.“Fuck…” Julian groaned again, his toes curling in ecstasy as his hands fell to her waist, gripping tightly.What was going o

The swell of the music rose, bouncing off the walls of the cathedral as the doors swung open. Miranda stepped into view, beginning her walk down the aisle.Antonio stood at the edge of the altar, his posture straight, though his nerves were firing in a dozen different directions at once.His palms were damp against his sides. But as he forced himself to stare at the approaching bride in her white gown, his mind fractured, replacing her image.He imagined it was Leo walking up those steps toward him instead.How would that look? he wondered, desperation gripping his chest.Would we ever actually get married?Would we need to keep what we have a secret for the rest of our lives?Antonio gave a shake of his head, forcing the daydream away. He needed to focus on surviving the next ten minutes before he could even dare to think about a future with Leo. But for a fleeting moment, the thought had been beautiful, and it left a faint, ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.The oblivious gue

Julian was still sitting against the wall, his phone clutched in his hand, when the doors at the end of the hallway burst open.Leo practically unraveled into the space. His suit jacket must’ve been discarded on the way here, and his shirt was wrinkled, the top buttons torn open as if he had been suffocating on his way up the elevator.Julian stood up slowly, his joints stiff, his back scraping against the drywall.Leo’s eyes locked onto him. He took three long, staggered steps forward, his boots skidding slightly on the floor before his hands slammed into Julian’s shoulders. He gripped the fabric of Julian’s jacket so hard his knuckles turned white.“Where is he?” Leo’s voice was too loud for the quiet ward, rough and frantic. “Julian, where the fuck is he?”“He’s still in there,” Julian said, keeping his voice low, his hands coming up to steady Leo’s forearms. “They haven’t changed the light on the door yet. Sit down, Leo.”“I’m not sitting down!” Leo shoved Julian back a fraction,

The doors of the Black estate felt heavier than usual when Julian pushed through them.The grand living room was thick with a suffocating silence. His father sat in his leather armchair, staring blankly into the unlit fireplace, while his sisters lounged on the couches, their faces drawn.Julian stepped fully into the room, his boots clicking sharply against the marble floor. The smell of dried blood still clung to his clothes.“What’s with the grim expressions? He’s not dead yet,” Julian said, his voice ringing low and raspy, shattering the silence.His father, Luoni, perked up instantly, his shoulders stiffening as he looked up. “Has there been any progress?”“The surgery was successful,” Julian said flatly, stopping a few feet away from his father.“I already know that,” Luoni snapped, a nervous edge clipping his words. “I’m asking if he has woken up yet.”Julian let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “If it were you, Papa, would you have woken up barely two hours after a bullet was pul