All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

31 Chapters

CHAPTER 21: The Truth Explodes

"Are you absolutely certain about this, Mr. Monteverde? The rain is turning into a deluge, and the French police are incredibly strict about unauthorized vehicles lingering around the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré." Mark’s hand trembled slightly on the steering wheel of the black Mercedes sedan as they navigated the slick, waterlogged streets of Paris. The windshield wipers scraped frantically back and forth, cutting through the heavy grey mist of the evening. "Drive, Mark," Damien commanded from the passenger seat. His voice was a low, terrifying growl, vibrating with an intensity that made the air inside the luxury vehicle feel suffocating. "I don't care if the entire French gendarmerie is waiting for us. If anyone blocks the entrance to her building, drive right through them." "Sir, please," Mark pleaded, his eyes darting nervously to the rearview mirror before focusing back on the wet asphalt. "I understand what the DNA results mean. Believe me, I am as shocked as you are. B

CHAPTER 22: The Custody Threat

"Is that your final answer, Ariana? You are going to shut me out completely?"Damien’s voice was dangerously quiet now. The raw, screaming grief that had torn through him moments ago had settled into a cold, lethal stillness. He stood in the middle of the Celeste reception lobby, his wet black coat dripping onto the white marble, the crumpled DNA report still clutched in his trembling fingers."I told you to stop using that name," Ariana replied, her voice as sharp and thin as a razor blade. She stood perfectly upright, her hands tucked into the pockets of her cream trench coat, her face a mask of absolute, unyielding stone. "And yes. I am shutting you out. You do not exist to us, Mr. Monteverde. You never have, and you never will.""He is my son," Damien growled, his jaw locking so tight the muscle pulsed under his skin. "I have the legal right to be in his life. I have his blood in my veins, and I have the paperwork to prove it in any court from Manila to Paris.""You have no

CHAPTER 23: Unexpected Fatherhood

"I do not eat the green trees, monsieur. They taste like the wet grass from the Jardin du Luxembourg."Elijah crossed his small arms over his chest... his tiny brow knitting together in a rigid, stubborn line that sent a bizarre shock of familiarity straight down Damien’s spine. The boy sat at the massive, polished mahogany dining table of Ariana’s Place des Vosges penthouse, staring with absolute defiance at a small plate of lightly steamed broccoli."They are not trees, Elijah. It's broccoli," Damien said, his voice a deep, unpracticed rumble in the bright, sunlit room. He sat awkwardly on a sleek, modern chair that felt entirely too small for his imposing frame. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt... his expensive Rolex catching the morning light, but he looked completely out of his depth. "And you need to eat them. They make you strong.""Maman says I am already strong because I eat my croissants. And Uncle Lucas says vegetables are only for the rabbits. Ar

CHAPTER 24: Sleeping Beside You Again

"You are invading my space, Mr. Monteverde. And quite frankly, the air in this penthouse is already thin enough without your constant, suffocating presence."Ariana didn't look up from her tablet as she sat on the white boucle sofa, her fingers swiping aggressively through digital fabric swatches. The evening had brought another sudden, violent Parisian downpour, rattling the massive glass windows of her Place des Vosges penthouse."I am sitting exactly where your security detail told me to sit, Ariana," Damien replied, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated through the quiet room. He was perch on a minimalist armchair across from her, a glass of untouched scotch resting between his large fingers. He had shed his tailor jacket... his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, but his posture remained as rigid and imposing as ever. "The hotel logistics team explicitly stated that the strike at the Plaza Athenee made my suite unsafe due to the protests outside. Your own le

CHAPTER 25: The Night of Confessions

The residual heat of the elevator blackout lingered like a phantom itch long after the Parisian power grid surged back to life. The near-kiss had shattered the remaining illusions of their strictly professional boundary, leaving an unbearable, suffocating silence in its wake. Unable to cope with the maddening proximity inside the penthouse, Damien had vanished into the rainy Parisian night, seeking refuge in a secluded, dimly lit lounge near the Seine.By two in the morning, the rain had slowed to a miserable, rhythmic drizzle. Inside the private booth of the high-end bar, the amber glow of a half-empty bottle of single-malt scotch caught the sharp, exhausted contours of Damien's face. His hair was disheveled, his collar completely undone, his knuckles bruised from an internalized war he was losing."Monsieur, please, your associate left hours ago," the French bartender muttered anxiously, polishing a glass. "We are closing the establishment. You cannot remain here.""Leave the bottle

CHAPTER 26: Elijah Chooses Him

The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Ariana’s private Parisian atelier overlooked the quiet, cobblestone alley of Rue Saint-Honoré. Inside, the air smelled of fresh espresso, steamed silk, and the lingering scent of autumn rain.Ariana stood behind her large cutting table, a pair of sharp dressmaker’s shears balanced motionless in her hand. She wasn't looking at the navy velvet pinned before her. Her eyes were fixed entirely on the sunlit corner of the lounge area.There, sitting cross-legged on the plush Persian rug, was the undisputed monarch of the Monteverde Group, a man worth billions, completely at the mercy of a four-year-old boy.Damien had discarded his jacket hours ago. His crisp white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his expensive silk tie tossed carelessly onto a armchair, and his dark hair was slightly messy, disheveled by small, eager hands. He was building a wooden railway track, carefully lining up the tiny engines under the intense, critical supervision of a

CHAPTER 27: The Jealous Ceo

The air inside the grand ballroom of the Le Grand Hôtel Paris was suffocatingly refined, thick with the subtle aromas of vintage champagne, imported lilies, and high-end perfume. Crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling, golden glow over the gathered elite of the European fashion and finance sectors. Ariana stood near the floor-to-ceiling arched windows, holding a glass of sparkling water. She looked radiant in an original Maison Céleste creation—a sharply tailored ivory silk jumpsuit paired with a floor-length chiffon cape that draped over her shoulders like liquid moonlight. "Mademoiselle Villareal, I must confess, I spent twenty minutes studying your bridal collection catalog before coming here," a smooth, warm voice with a rich French accent spoke beside her. Ariana turned to see Julien Laurent. He was striking, dressed in an impeccably fitted charcoal tuxedo, his sandy hair styled with effortless sophistication, and his blue eyes holding a genuine, bright warmth. At thirty-fi

CHAPTER 28: First Real Date

The terror from Lucas’s phone call still clung to Ariana like a second skin, making the cold morning air inside her atelier feel suffocating. Selene was in Paris. The shadow that had nearly destroyed her life five years ago was no longer an ocean away—she was breathing the same air, walking the same cobblestone streets.Ariana stood behind her desk, staring blankly at the massive arrangement of one hundred white roses sitting on the central cutting table. The petals were pristine, untouched by the chaotic storm brewing around her.Before she could process her rising panic, the heavy glass doors of the atelier pushed open.Damien stepped inside. He wore a dark wool overcoat over a simple black turtleneck, discarding the rigid, armored corporate suits he usually wore. His hair was slightly windblown, his expression tense with a fierce, protective urgency that told Ariana he already knew."Lucas called me," Damien said without greeting, his voice low, gravelly, and laced with absolu

CHAPTER 29: THE NIGHT THEY REMEMBER

The dark-blue vintage Jaguar glided silently into the courtyard of the secluded private estate Damien had leased on the quiet outskirts of Paris. Surrounded by high stone walls and centuries-old oak trees, the estate felt like a world set completely apart from the city's chaotic noise.Ariana sat in the passenger seat, clutching her handbag tightly against her lap. Her heart was still beating at a frantic rhythm from their conversation outside her apartment—from the lingering heat of his thumb against her cheek, from the sheer weight of his confession."I won't keep you long," Damien said softly, killing the engine. He turned toward her, his gray eyes catching the dim exterior lights of the estate. "Mark forwarded the original trademark ownership documents for Maison Céleste from Manila. The legal transfer papers are inside my study. Once you sign them, the brand is completely, legally yours—free from any historical ties to the Monteverde Group."Ariana looked at him, surprised. "

CHAPTER 30: The Morning After

The pale, crisp sunlight of early morning filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien’s master suite, casting soft, golden geometric patterns across the heavy silk duvet.Ariana slowly opened her eyes.For the first few fleeting seconds, as warmth enveloped her and the faint scent of cedarwood and amber filled her senses, her mind was completely, blissfully blank. She felt a heavy, protective arm draped securely across her waist, pulling her flush against a solid, beating chest.Then, like a violent wave crashing over a fragile shoreline, reality rushed back.Her eyes went wide. She stared at the grand, unfamiliar ceiling, her breath catching sharply in her throat as the vivid memories of the previous night flooded her consciousness—the raw confessions, the desperate weeping in the foyer, the fierce, breathless kisses, and the tender, vulnerable surrender in this very bed.Oh God, she thought, her heart immediately slamming against her ribs in a sudden, wild panic. W

1 2 3 4

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP