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The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Know Your Place
The phone was a cold weight in Xavier's hand as he dialed the familiar number. Caleb's voice, ever-efficient, crackled on the other end. "I got the latest iPad," he said with brisk certainty. "I'm en route to the house.""Good," Xavier clipped out, ending the call with a jab of his thumb. He slipped from the sanctuary of the room he shared with Cathleen, only to find Olivia languishing in the corridor, her presence like a shadow that chilled the air.Xavier’s eyes narrowed at the sight of her, the annoyance etching deep lines across his forehead. The thought of Cathleen, strong and unyielding in her own right, having to share a roof with Olivia was a silent torment he could not abide. It was a cruelty beyond measure, and it set a grim resolve into his bones.As if summoned by the tension in the air, Caleb appeared, striding through the open doorway, iPad in hand. Without a preamble, Xavier's command sliced through the quiet, sharp, and unforgiving. "Get everything that belongs to me a
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Soaring
The leather of the car seat groaned under Xavier as he shifted, his gaze lingering on the serene face of Cathleen. Her chest rose and fell in a silent rhythm, oblivious to the world's weight she so often carried. The vehicle's engine cut, the sudden quiet marking their arrival. He studied her—a warrior in repose—and felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest.Xavier's hand moved to the door handle, a deliberate betrayal of routine. Caleb, mirror eyes wide in the rearview, watched as the door clicked open, self-sufficiency breaking the unspoken protocol between master and servant."Sir?" Caleb's voice held a question he dared not ask."Let her rest," Xavier replied, his voice low but spurred by the undercurrents of a brewing storm.Graceful despite his size, Xavier slipped from his seat, the night air crisp against his skin. With a protector's gentleness, he cradled Cathleen, lifting her with ease born from necessity rather than affection. Her head nestled against his shoulder,
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Scaring Cathleen
The wheels of the jet kissed Xavier Knight's private tarmac with a soft whisper of privilege, the sound of money even cushioning the landing. Cathleen's eyes sliced across the cabin like a blade, cutting through the silence and locking onto Xavier. She had learned to cut with her eyes, every glance honed by years of courtroom battles."I can take care of myself; thank you," she said, her voice frosty. The words were not just a statement, but a challenge. The coldness in her gaze was at odds with the vulnerability that her wheelchair suggested—a contradiction that she wore like a suit of armor.Xavier met her coldness with a glacial calm of his own. The line of his lips remained a strict one, as unyielding as his realm. He did not speak, but his eyes, piercing and devoid of compassion, drifted down to the wheelchair. The silence stretched between them like a taut thread that was ready to snap.It was in this wordless exchange that he was conveying a clear message: As far as his domain
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter A kingdom
The Maybach's engine fell silent, a stark contrast to the pulsing heartbeat in Cathleen's chest. Before her, she sat frozen, her eyes locked onto the towering glass structure that sprawled out in front of them. The house was a vision of extravagance and wealth, its transparent facade gleaming under the sun like a crystal palace. Each pane reflected the light in a dazzling display, creating an illusion of grandeur and mystery. It stood as a symbol of luxury and hidden riches, a fortress of untold stories waiting to be uncovered."Quite a place," Cathleen muttered, her words laced with a lawyer's skepticism, her eyes tracing the lines where modernity met extravagance.Her husband shifted uncomfortably beside her, his silence a heavyweight in the luxurious cabin. He was a simple man, or so he had claimed, born of soil and toil. Yet here they were, staring at a glass castle that should have been beyond the reach of a man who grew up on the farms."Tell me again, how did you afford this?"
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Temptations
Xavier strode into the sleek vacation house, his mind a tangle of conflict and desire. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, an involuntary groan escaped his lips as a surge of unexpected arousal pulsed through him. He scowled, fists clenching at Cathleen's clothes, unable to fathom the hold Cathleen had over his body."Damn you, Cathleen," he muttered under his breath, every inch of him rebelling against the fact that she, of all people, could elicit such a carnal response from him.He paced like a caged animal, each step heavy with the weight of betrayal. His father's machinations, Cathleen's cunning—they were chains binding him to a life he never chose. Xavier knew the fire in Cathleen's eyes, her sharp tongue, and her calculating mind. She was not a victim. She was the architect of this twisted reality, where he found himself shackled to her by marriage."I can't even touch my own wife," he spat out to him, his voice laced with venom. "Because every time I want to, it feels
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Riding solo
Every move Xavier made was precise and calculated, like a well-rehearsed dance. Despite his rugged appearance, he handled the delicate figure in the tub with gentle care, his muscles straining under the weight. As the drops of water dripped down her body, they seemed to sizzle on his skin, stirring up unwanted desires that he tried desperately to push away. He gently wrapped her in a plush towel, his large hands wrapping around her small frame as he did so. With careful steps, he carried her to the bed. His touch was gentle and tender, like that of a man who knew how to break and heal hearts."Rest," he murmured, more to himself than to the unconscious form now sprawled on the sheets. He needed to distance himself to block out the intimacy he had not sought but found himself trapped in. The stinging spray of the shower was a blessing. But it did little to cleanse the thoughts that clung to him like Cathleen's scent. Xavier Knight, the man who had commanded empires, was now grappling
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Keeping a distance from his wife
The scent of Cathleen's aroused panties hit him again as the water ran down Xavier's body. He shook himself free of the feeling that was about to take over his entire being. The scent of Cathleen's arousal was a trigger—unexpected and powerful—a scent that should have been a side effect but instead was the trigger for a primal reaction in him. It was the height of madness, he thought, and he had no idea why. He couldn't make sense of the sudden rush—the visceral need spurred on by a mere whiff of her presence—but it had completely knocked him out. If Cathleen were ever to find this moment of weakness, her sharp tongue would lash out with words like knives, slicing through his excuses with the same precision she wielded in the courtroom. The water from the shower beat against his skin, hot and punishing, as if it could wash away the guilt that was now mixing with the soap and the sweat. He turned off the tap. The silence was heavy and oppressive. He grabbed a towel and rubbed the dro
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter A New Beginning
Xavier's consciousness clawed its way back from the depths of sleep, his body's arousal a jarring contrast to the stillness of dawn. It was a primal urge, this morning’s hardness, yet it felt foreign alongside the warm curve of Cathleen's slumbering form. He lay there for a moment, the silence of their bedroom hanging heavy like a verdict.He slipped from the sheets, a shadow moving with silent urgency. The cool air of the room kissed his skin, whispering secrets only solitude could keep. In the bathroom, the sharp scent of antiseptic snapped him further into reality as he relieved himself, the sound of a steady drumbeat against porcelain—a reminder of life's mundanities even amidst inner turmoil.He faced his reflection, the lines of his face carved with years and cold dominance. With bristles rasping against his jaw during the ritualistic dance of toothbrush over teeth, he avoided his own gaze. He couldn't afford the introspection that came with looking too deep.The shower's hiss f
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The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Our last dance
Xavier strode through the door, the weight of the day sloughing off his shoulders at the sight ahead. Cathleen stood at the stove, her movements fluid, and practiced, with little Bella snug against her back in a carrier, her chubby cheeks squished against her mother's spine. He couldn't help but smile."Hey, my girls," he murmured, bending to press a kiss first on Cathleen's temple, then on Bella's forehead, inhaling the homely scent of cooking and baby shampoo. He watched them for a moment longer before turning away, the warmth of their closeness giving way to the chill of the sitting room."I know you don't want to hear this," he called over his shoulder, the words carrying an edge as they cut through the domestic scene, "but your father has been discharged from the hospital."Cathleen's stirring stilled, her body tensing up. She exhaled, a weary sound that seemed to carry all the weight of her dread. "I can't lose him," she whispered more to herself than to Xavier."Old man's tough
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter No one's dying today
Xavier’s heart was pounding, and his footsteps thundered as he descended the stairs. The scene before him was a twisted tableau: Avery’s arm was outstretched, her gun aimed directly at Cathleen, his wife, but Cathleen stood firm, unflinching, like stone."Aaa, right on time, babe," Avery cooed, her gaze sickly sweet upon Xavier. "I wanted you to watch when I shot her; she is the wall blocking our love from blooming.""Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands lifting in a gesture of surrender. "Avery, you must have forgotten; I am Cathleen's husband, not yours." His voice was ice, calmness belying the chaos."Always playing saint, aren't we?" Avery's scorn sliced through the air. "It has always been simple. Live your life to the fullest, but stay away from what's mine. Was that too much to ask Cathleen?"Her laughter was manic, echoing off the walls.Xavier's eyes flicked to Cathleen, searching for fear, for surrender. There was none. She was a fortress, her expression unreadable
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter You took my toy
Chaos erupted. Amidst the somber atmosphere of the funeral, a sudden shriek shattered the silence as William's lifeless body collapsed onto the ground. His blood stained the grass, mingling with the soil near Dora's freshly filled grave. "Oh, my God!" The cry echoed through the cemetery."She shot her own father!" Accusations flew as mourners scattered like leaves in a gale.Avery stood there, her face contorted with rage; her gun was still pointed at Cathleen. William took a shot for Cathleen because he couldn’t let her die; she was the only good one in the family. William’s body is now a barrier to Avery's twisted desires. People swarmed between them, their panic a living wall blocking Avery's line of fire."Move!" Avery's scream lashed out, raw and violent. But the crowd surged, oblivious to her fury. She spat venom at Cathleen, her voice a snarl. "You fucking bitch, I will make sure I finish what I started, and I will never stop until Xavier is mine!"Cathleen refused to let the c
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter See you in hell Bitch!
A chill wind swept over the cemetery, rustling the solemn rows of tombstones. Cathleen's heels crunched on the gravel, her black dress clinging to her like a second skin. Xavier's arm was a vice around their daughter Bella, his jaw set and eyes dark as the sky above. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as they advanced, a wave of turned heads marking their path."Look at that," someone hissed from the sea of black attire."Did she really have to come?""Shh...it's starting."They settled near the front, close enough for William to feel their presence. His eyes met Cathleen's, an unspoken storm in the glance they shared. Cathleen lowered her gaze, a silent nod to the man who'd never let her fall. Avery, standing rigid by the casket, simmered with an anger so potent it could curdle blood."You shouldn't be here," she spat under her breath, words meant for snakes's ears only.Cathleen ignored her, the air too thick with grief and old grudges. She straightened, shoulders back, defiance etch
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Your Father Needs You
Xavier's arms, sinewy and sure, cradled Cathleen's limp form as he lifted her from the cold, unforgiving floor of the dungeon. The dim light cast shadows over her face, the afterglow of their session still etched on her features. He navigated the hallway with a predator's grace, each step deliberate, carrying his wife to the sanctuary of their bedroom and throwing the walk-in closet.He laid her down on the bed, silk sheets enveloping her like a lover's embrace. Xavier’s eyes lingered on Cathleen, tracing the curve of her cheek, the swell of her chest rising and falling in slumber. She was a vision—a tempestuous beauty drained by their shared intensity.The need for taking a shower before he sleeps pulled him away, and he slipped out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap. The shower beckoned, a hiss of steam and spray echoing off the marble. Water cascaded over him, a baptism washing away the remnants of their dark play.Surrounded by a thick cloud of steam, the sound of his phone pi
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter A Beautiful Sated Mess
Cathleen's tongue moved with skilled precision, tracing the throbbing vein beneath his tight skin. Every time she sucked on it, he let out a deep guttural groan, his hips a machine of raw, carnal rhythm. he was using her as an instrument to fulfill his primal needs. She was merely an object to him, a tool for his darkest cravings, and yet she gloried in it."Fuck," he gasped, his voice a low animal growl. His body tensed, every muscle coiled tight, ready to unleash the storm brewing deep within his loins. Her mouth—so damn perfect—was both his heaven and hell. He hovered, teetering on the brink of oblivion, debating whether to cum on her face or her throat.Swallow it, he decided.He drove into her, relentless, his grip on her hair unyielding. Small thrusts turned her throat into his personal sanctum, his temple of release. And then the curse of his climax broke free—a whisper against the roar of his pleasure. Hot jets filled her, branding her insides, and though she gagged, she took
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter How I crave it
Cathleen's gaze lingered on the floor, her posture a silent testament to submission. The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of longing and power. Xavier towered over her, his presence an oppressive force that kept her tethered to the spot."You're going to let me fuck your mouth," he commanded, voice like gravel. His eyes bored into her, capturing every flicker of emotion that danced across her features. Lust swirled there, betraying her inner turmoil. "And if you're lucky, I'll let you cum before I'm done with you for the night. But you've got to make it good for me if you want that to happen. Do you understand?"Her silence hung heavy between them until he prodded, "I asked you a question."She nodded, her voice a whisper lost in the void. "I understand.""Good girl," Xavier praised, a crooked smile playing on his lips. He made a show of unbuckling his belt, the sound slicing through Cathleen's resolve. His cock sprang free, already half-hard—evidence of his own desire
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Good Girl
Cathleen's jaw tightened, and she gritted her teeth as Xavier's fingers glided over her skin. She held herself back, resisting the urge to give in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He enjoyed the resistance she put up and the battle between them as she fought against him. But he knew it wouldn't last for long."Fuck," the word hissed out between her teeth—a half curse, half sigh—as he withdrew from her most sensitive spot, only to invade her with a sudden thrust. His fingers curled inside her, an unspoken invitation to succumb. Cathleen’s body betrayed her with a shudder, slick warmth coating his probing digits."Mmm, it feels like you want my dick in you right now, Cat." Xavier's voice dripped with taunting arrogance. "Do you want me to fuck you? Bend you over?"Silence hung, broken only by her stifled whimper. Her silence was submission enough for now.As he observed her, Xavier couldn't help but notice the quickening rise and fall of her chest, a clear sign of her arousal de
The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Come here
"Come here," Xavier commanded, the authority in his voice as palpable as the tension crackling between them. Cathleen’s glare could have cut glass, but she stepped forward anyway, her heels clicking sharply against the cold floor. Towering over her, he reveled in the height difference, utilizing it to impose and dominate. His hand reached out, fingers grazing her jaw, demanding her gaze."Look at me." The words were a velvet growl.Reluctantly, her eyes met his, defiance sparking within their depths. Even scowling, she exuded a beauty that was raw and real, stirring something predatory within him. Swiftly, he fastened the collar around her neck, meticulously adjusting it until it lay just so. The ring dangled, a silent testament to who commanded this game."Perfect," he murmured, stepping back to admire her. His eyes traced her form, approving yet unsatisfied. He held up a finger, a silent command punctuated by a menacing grin. "Wait one second. Don't move.""Is that an order, sir?" H
