All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The rain arrived just before dawn. ⸻ Soft. Gentle. ⸻ Elara woke to the sound of it tapping against the villa windows. For a moment, she forgot where she was. ⸻ Then she felt Aaron’s arm around her waist. ⸻ And remembered. ⸻ The island. The honeymoon. The peace. ⸻ A smile tugged at her lips. ⸻ She carefully slipped out of bed and walked onto the terrace. ⸻ The ocean stretched endlessly before her. Dark blue beneath a cloudy morning sky. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ For the first time in years, her thoughts weren’t crowded by questions. ⸻ No investigations. No secrets. No tragedies waiting around the corner. ⸻ Just life. ⸻ Footsteps sounded behind her. ⸻ Aaron stepped onto the terrace carrying two mugs of coffee. ⸻ “You disappeared.” ⸻ Elara accepted one gratefully. ⸻ “I was enjoying the view.” ⸻ Aaron handed her the coffee. Then stood beside her. ⸻ “The view is overrated.” ⸻ She looked at him. ⸻ “The o

One Month Later The morning of the wedding arrived warm and clear. No reporters. No photographers. No headlines. No media coverage. ⸻ Exactly as they wanted. ⸻ The ceremony was being held in the gardens of a rented estate in Italy. A place that felt like home. ⸻ Rows of white flowers lined the stone pathway. Soft music drifted through the air. Family and close friends filled the small gathering. ⸻ Only the people who mattered. ⸻ Nothing else. ⸻ Aaron stood beneath the flower-covered arch at the front of the garden. Waiting. ⸻ He looked calm. At least from a distance. ⸻ Up close— he was anything but. ⸻ His grandfather Edward stood beside him. Trying and failing to hide his amusement. ⸻ “You look nervous.” ⸻ Aaron adjusted his cufflinks. ⸻ “I’m not nervous.” ⸻ Edward snorted. ⸻ “You’ve checked your watch six times in three minutes.” ⸻ Aaron frowned. ⸻ “I like knowing the time.” ⸻ “Of course.” ⸻

Seven months Later (this chapter contains mature content and is not for readers lower than 18) Aaron Blackwood was hiding. ⸻ Again. ⸻ Unfortunately, this time it wasn’t from reporters. Or lawyers. Or board members. ⸻ It was from his pregnant wife. ⸻ Which was significantly more terrifying. ⸻ Daniel found him in his home office. ⸻ The door locked. The blinds closed. The lights off. ⸻ Daniel stared. ⸻ “Aaron.” ⸻ Aaron looked up from behind his desk. ⸻ “Go away.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Daniel sighed. ⸻ “Your wife has been looking for you.” ⸻ Aaron immediately looked alarmed. ⸻ “Did she seem calm?” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Aaron closed his eyes. ⸻ “That’s what I was afraid of.” ⸻ Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. ⸻ “You own a company.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “You’re feared by executives worldwide.” ⸻ “Correct.” ⸻ “And you’re hiding from a pregnant woman.” ⸻ Aaron looked offended. ⸻ “Clearly you’ve never met a pr

Three Months Later The late morning sun bathed the winding countryside road in golden light as Aaron drove their sleek black SUV along the private lane lined with ancient oak trees. Elara sat in the passenger seat, cradling their three-month-old son, Axel Reid Blackwood, against her chest. The baby was bundled in a soft blue blanket, his tiny fist curled around one of Elara’s fingers as he slept peacefully. At nine months pregnant with their first child, Elara had been radiant; now, as a new mother, her plus-sized body carried the beautiful evidence of motherhood—fuller curves, softer rolls, and a quiet strength that made Aaron fall in love with her all over again every single day. “Where are we going?” Elara asked for the fifth time, laughing softly. Her free hand rested on Aaron’s thigh, squeezing gently. “You’ve been mysterious all morning—” Aaron chuckled, covering her hand with his. “Patience, my love. You’ll see soon enough. It’s a surprise.” He glanced over at her, his dar

The partnership announcement played on Elara’s tablet while she folded tiny onesies in the nursery. Blackwood Holdings’ major tech collaboration with Hadid Industries—Zara’s family expansion—represented everything Aaron had worked for: a cleaner legacy for their children. Pride swelled in her chest as she tuned into the livestream, watching her husband command the stage with the presence that had once intimidated her. Then Camilla Carringnton-Cross stepped forward. The woman was everything the old tabloids had said Elara wasn’t—polished, confident, radiating ambition. She shook Aaron’s hand, holding it a fraction too long, her smile sharp and knowing. “I’m thrilled to partner with a visionary like Mr. Blackwood,” Camilla said smoothly. “Together, we’ll shape the future.” Elara’s chest tightened painfully. Pregnancy hormones, she told herself, rubbing her belly. But the unease dug deeper, stirring old insecurities. Something in Camilla’s expression felt personal, like she saw Aaro