บททั้งหมดของ My Accidental Billionaire Husband : บทที่ 421 - บทที่ 430

KatiaThe morning of the wedding, I woke up in my own bed in my own house and for the first time in months, I was not afraid.Clara was asleep in the bassinet beside me. Aiden was downstairs with Grandma, already in his little suit, asking every five minutes if it was time. Julian was in the shower. The estate was full of people who loved us, and outside the windows the gardens were dressed in white and gold.I stood in front of the mirror in my robe and looked at myself. A mother of two. A woman who had survived a car that was meant to kill her, a hospital bed, a note with her son's name on it, and a sister who had spent years making her feel like the leftover.Today was not about any of that.The dress arrived that morning in a case carried by two women who did not speak. Custom-made. Ivory silk that moved like water. Diamonds sewn into the bodice in a pattern that caught the light and threw it back in small sparks. The train was long enough to make the whole room feel smaller.When

Noah’s POVI noticed the change before I could name it.Delia had always been sharp with me. She pushed. She tested. She told me when I was wrong and did not soften it. That was the woman I married, and I liked her for it. But lately she had gone quiet in a way that was not peace. She smiled at the right moments. She asked about my day. She kissed me when I came home. And underneath all of it, there was a distance I could not reach.I stopped asking her to explain it. I started watching.She left the house more. Not for work. Not for errands she could name. She would say she was going out and come back two hours later with nothing to show for it. No shopping bags. No coffee. No story.She flinched when my father was mentioned. Not a big flinch. A tightening around the eyes that lasted half a second. I had seen it three times now. Once at dinner when his name came up. Once when I mentioned his office. Once when I asked if she had seen him.The third time, I stopped pretending.“Delia,”

Katia’s POVThe plane touched down, and the island opened beneath us, empty on purpose. Necker Island. White sand stretched along the shore, and the water was clear enough to see the bottom from the steps of the plane. Julian had paid for the entire place to be ours. No phones. Aiden was with Grandma, and Clara was with Gail. We had four days that belonged to no one else.He took my hand as we descended the steps.“This is the trip we kept putting off,” Julian said.“We are already married,” I reminded him.“I know,” he replied. “I still wanted you alone.”The villa sat above the beach, with open walls, dark wood, and an infinity pool overlooking the ocean. I stood at the glass and thought about how long it had been since he had finished inside me. Since Clara. Since the careful nights, the closed bedroom door, and all those times I had told him to wait.Julian came up behind me, wrapped himself around me, and pressed his mouth against my neck.“Four days,” he murmured. “You are mine.

Julian’s POVShe was still asleep when I woke. She had my shirt on and nothing underneath it. One leg rested outside the sheet, and I could still see the mark my mouth had left on her thigh the night before.I did not move her. Instead, I watched her breathe and counted everything I had. A wife who had taken my name and given me my children. A son at home with my grandmother. A daughter safe with my sister. An island I had bought empty so no one could knock on the door and interrupt us.Money had done that. Money always did what I told it to do. But money did not make her open her legs for me. She did that because she wanted me.I ran my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh. She shifted in her sleep. I did it again, moving higher this time, and her eyes opened.“You are staring,” she murmured.“I paid for the view,” I told her.“You paid for the island,” she corrected me.“Same thing.”She laughed and pulled me down to her. I kissed her slowly at first, but it did not stay slow for

Katia’s POVOur plane was leaving in the morning, but Julian still walked me down to the beach as though the last night belonged to us alone.The sun was slowly dropping toward the horizon, and the sand was still warm beneath my feet. Julian had sent everyone away, leaving the entire shore empty for us. He spread a blanket above the tide line and pulled me down onto it before I even had a chance to sit properly.“I do not want this to end,” he admitted.“The nights at home will not go back to waiting,” I reminded him. “You promised.”“I keep my promises. This is our last night on the sand, and I am not being gentle.”“Good,” I whispered.He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his hand slipped beneath my dress. His palm closed around my ass, pulling me firmly against his cock. I was already wet for him. The moment he felt it, he swore against my mouth.“Dress off,” he ordered.I pulled the dress over my head. There was nothing underneath it. Julian stripped too. His coc