บททั้งหมดของ The Replaced Bride’s Fortune: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

My eyes flutter open, adjusting gently to the stream or light that flickered into the room through the small gap in the blinds. I squint, a small groan escapes me.But then I suddenly feel the presence of a strong pair of hands holding my body fm with possession.I smell him before I see him, his musky clean scent enveloping me in a warm embrace. My heart stutters at the sight of arms wrapped tightly across my body. His hold strong and possessive. How did I even get so deep in his embrace?When did he even get home?I was not a light sleeper by any means but I should have felt his presence on the bed. I was out cold. The last thing I remembered vividly before tilting to the sleep pulling me was my fathers number being unresponsive, along with every one of my siblings and parent. I had no idea when he came into the room or when we entangled so much into each other. I only remember the ghost of a finger tracing my skin. Was it a dream or did was he the one?The face remained blurred

Brianna’s POV He sat on the bed, his brows drawn in confusion at my silence. I don’t move, I don’t answer to him, I’m just fixed at my spot arms length away from him. His eyes held an expression akin to pity, puppy eyes were fixed on me. I don’t let it affect me, at least I tried not to let it. Unsuccessfully though. In the blink of an eye, Adrian pulls me down to his laps. I startle, a bit shocked by the sudden movement. My ass propped on his laps immediately. I don’t have much time to recover before his hands finds my neck, tilting me closer and then… He kissed me, my eyes fluttered in shock, watching his close in front of me. I remain still, my brain scrambling to form words. To react. To do anything. But I don’t, I can’t. I space out. No inner monologue, no panic, no fear. The only thing functioning in my system was my loudly beating heart. My tummy pulls with an uncontrollable force at the touch of his lips, my eyes fluttering close even as I will it back open. I

Brianna’s POVI sat still, confusion settling heavily in my chest as I watched Adrian end the call. Adrian hangs up, his face etching with a seriousness that replaced the easy look he had merely seconds prior.“Is everything alright?” I questioned again, suddenly growing nervous with every passing look in his face. The unease continued to creep up in me with every second he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond. Instead, Adrian sits up, holding me up still. His hands slid firmly around my waist, lifting me effortlessly as he rose to his feet with me in his arms.Instinctively, my hands curled around his neck for balance, my pulse quickening for reasons that had nothing to do with what we’d been doing moments ago.When he gently placed me back on the floor, my bare feet met the ground and I immediately stepped back, searching his face.“What’s wrong, Adrian?” I asked again, my voice lower now. “Is Emily okay?”That was the only thing that came to mind at his serious and cold expression.

Adrian’s POVMy wife moved out of our room tonight. The thought of it made me defeated. I almost dragged her back. I was not above begging her. Going in my knees to plead for forgiveness was the least I’d do to have her back.I tried everything I could possibly do. I pleaded, I pouted, I even pledged to keep her in the loop of every of my decisions. She just was having it.My wife, although shy and reserved, was stubborn as well. She was fiesty and resolute in a way that just made me love her more. Memories of how she used to be came to mind and I couldn’t help but smile. She was a very outgoing and caring girl.She had started to open up to me in the last few days but I fear that today , with everything that happened with her father, I may she undone all the progress and trust I’d garnered.Now, as I paced in front of the doors leading to the new room she had now chosen to stay, I was restless and curious. It was currently past eight. The lights filtered out from the creak of spac

Adrian’s POV Fixing my cufflinks, I exited the house with Barrett trailing a step behind me. My chest tightened at the thought of leaving my wife behind again—alone for another night. Perhaps, by the time I returned, she would have changed her mind. A faint smile gives at my lips at the possibility, even thought it was unlikely with her stubborn self. As we approached the car, I felt the familiar shift of myself slipping into the cold mask I was known for. In no time, we arrived at the warehouse. Colton hurried to my side the moment I stepped out of the car, filling me in on everything before I’d even straightened my jacket. Apparently some men had shown up claiming authority over shipments at the port. They had interrupted every movement and made it impossible for my workers to load. I already knew who was behind it. It had the fingerprints of my rivals’ work all over it. To think they’d send thugs to my warehouse. Wrong fucking move. I took off my jacket and handed it to C