All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwritten Promises: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sean didn't look remorseful. In fact, as I stood there panting, my cheeks flushed bright red with fury, a slow, dangerously smug smirk began to pull at his lips. He took a slow step toward me, towering over me in the narrow hallway of the trailer."Oh, so you were watching," he murmured, his deep voice sliding into that smooth, gravelly register that made my stomach do a violent flip. "I thought you were far too busy enjoying your coffee to notice my performance, Mrs. McGregor.""This is not about my coffee, you arrogant wanker!" I hissed, my voice cracking slightly as I poked him hard in his chest, right where Victoria's fingers had been lingering. "You were out there practically letting the entire female population of California drape themselves over you! You have a ring on your finger!""It's a contract, Lyka. Isn't that what you told me?" Sean challenged, taking another step, backing me up until my spine hit the cool wood of the closed door. Damn it! This idiot! Way to hurt a gi

"AAARGH! Bloody hell!" Sean shrieked, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He thrashed against the pillows, clutching at the air, his face turning a dramatic shade of purple. "Ouch! That freakingly hurt, Lyka! What the hell is wrong with you?!""What is wrong with me?!" I yelled, my voice shaking with a volatile cocktail of leftover panic and absolute fury. I leaned over him, my face inches from his, completely ignoring his cracked ribs as I jabbed a finger into his shoulder. "You got the nerve to lie there and flirt with a nurse after what you just put me through?! What the hell happened out there, Sean?! I told you to always be careful! I told you to watch your timing!"My voice cracked on the last word, a single, stray tear escaping my eye despite my rage. I hated how much I cared. I hated that while he was busy playing the charming bachelor, my heart had literally stopped beating.Sean’s dramatic grumbling died down instantly. He looked up at me, his dark eyes softening as

The heat radiating off his skin was intoxicating. My palm was pressed directly over his heart, and I could feel the rapid, heavy thudding against his ribs—a drumbeat that matched my own erratic pulse. His scent of cedarwood, rain, and sterile hospital soap swirled around me, making my head spin.Then, a low, dramatic wheeze rumbled beneath my palms."WHAT THE HELL, LYKA!" Sean gasped, though the tone of his voice was completely betrayed by the immediate, solid grip of his hands settling firmly on my waist. "My chest... you touched my chest. I am absolutely mortified. Where is my protection clause? I feel highly violated."I tried to scramble backward, my face burning with a heat that could have melted steel. "I slipped! Sean, let go of me, your ribs—""No, no, the contract is very clear about unsolicited physical contact," he teased, his deep voice vibrating right against my collarbone. He was smirking so hard I could hear the smug grin in his words. "I think I need to report this t

The relentless glow of my tablet screen began to blur, the neat rows of flight itineraries and press release drafts running together like watercolor in the rain. My eyelids grew heavy, weighing a thousand pounds. I leaned my head against the high back of the uncomfortable leather chair, telling myself I’d just close my eyes for a single minute. Just sixty seconds to quiet the buzzing in my head.Then, the darkness claimed me.I don't know how much time passed, but the harsh, sterile reality of the hospital room slowly began to fade, replaced by a soft, weightless warmth.I felt myself being lifted.It felt entirely like a dream. I was floating, the uncomfortable, stiff leather of the chair disappearing, replaced by the sensation of two incredibly strong, warm arms sliding beneath my knees and supporting my back. A familiar, intoxicating scent enveloped me—cedarwood, rain, and the faint, clean smell of hospital soap.I let out a soft, unconscious sigh, my head instinctively rolling in

The moment the wheels of that sleek, black chair rolled over the threshold of his massive, echoing Tudor mansion, all absolute hell broke loose.Keep your cool, Lyka. Breathe in, breathe out. Do not commit marital homicide in front of his child.I stood in the grand foyer, my hands clenched so tightly around my clipboard that the plastic was groaning. Before us sat Sean, slumped in his wheelchair like a Victorian poet in the final stages of consumption. He let out a long, shuddering sigh, his hand fluttering weakly to his chest, right over his bandaged ribs."The air in the foyer," he wheezed, his fake British accent dropping into a faint, tragic whisper. "It’s... it’s incredibly taxing on the lungs, Lyka. I feel the strain. The simple act of inhaling has become a monumental chore.""You were literally singing along to the radio in the car five minutes ago, Sean," I said, deadpan."A temporary burst of adrenaline, love. A final, dying spark before the cold embrace of physical collapse