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The dawn had barely broken when Xavier's voice cut through the stillness of the manor. "Take the day," he instructed the household staff, his tone brooking no argument. They dispersed with quiet nods, leaving the mansion to its master and mistress.Retreating to his quarters, Xavier stripped away the remnants of the night, the water cascading down his body in rivulets as he showered. Each drop seemed to invigorate him, fueling the anticipation of how the new day would unfold.Freshened up and dressed in crisp casuals, Xavier descended the grand staircase. The scent of something being prepared wafted from the kitchen, guiding him. There, he found Cathleen, her silhouette accentuated by a dress clinging to her curves beneath an apron. Desire surged within him, unbidden yet undeniable."What are you making?" he queried, stepping into the kitchen, his eyes drinking in her form.Silence answered him; a wall of resentment built from the night before hung between them. Her focus remained on
Last Updated : 2024-05-01The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter How far are you?
The morning light spilled into the grand dining room, casting a judgmental glare on Cathleen as the guests streamed in. Eyes darted her way, and whispers hung in the air unspoken. The tousled hair, the flush on her cheeks, the slight disarray of her silk robe—all silent testimonies to the stormy scene that just happened a few moments ago before Xavier opened that door. Cathleen's gaze flickered toward the bathroom door, longing for a minute to collect herself and wash away the evidence. But Xavier was there; his presence was a wall she could not bypass. His hand, firm on her lower back, made a claim that spoke volumes. Cathleen could feel the spill of Xavier’s sperm as she shifted a bit. Xavier knew she was uncomfortable, but he wanted everyone to know she was his and didn’t want to hide that they were now fucking just like every couple should. "Baby, I would like to start my day with your butternut soup." Xavier's voice, smooth and demanding, broke through the murmurs. His father, i
Last Updated : 2024-05-03The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Xavier, please!
The porcelain plate squealed against the glossy mahogany as Cathleen pushed her chair back, its legs protesting as much as the raging anger building in her chest. Not pausing to look at the faces stopped mid-chew, her fury was stoked by their conjectural muttering about her purported illness. The thought alone—the foolishness of believing she was pregnant—caused a gut reaction she was unable to fully process.Outside, everything was unlike the world she knew; it was Xavier's haven, a place she had never ventured into. As she marched across the lawn covered in dew, the sheer loveliness of it took her by surprise and clashed with her frustration. Lush shades of green and colorful blossoms surrounded her like a vibrant work of art, showcasing Xavier's hidden softness.Her fingertips trailing over the beautiful petals of a rosebush, she murmured, "Damn him." The softness, an unwanted respite from the storm inside, calmed her jangled nerves. Here there was quiet, no critical looks, no crud
Last Updated : 2024-05-04The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter This little kitty in between your legs, is mine
Cathleen's heels clicked against the porch as she left the sanctuary of the shaded swing, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the ground. The house loomed before her, its windows like judgmental eyes watching her every move. She exhaled sharply, squaring her shoulders against whatever awaited inside. This was just an accusation, and it’s not like I was pregnant. The thought was almost amusing to her. As she pushed through the door, the coolness of the interior wrapped around her like a shroud. Her gaze landed on Xavier, his back turned, his movements meticulous as he cleared the remnants of their breakfast dispute from the table; everyone else was gone. Cathleen sighed. This wasn't the Xavier she knew—the one who lounged and left messes in his wake for others to clean. This man before her was doing dishes, handling China with care. "There you are," Xavier said without turning, his voice echoing slightly off the tile. He dried a plate with a towel, the muscles of his forearms fl
Last Updated : 2024-05-04The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Making His Cat Wants More
Don't forget to read yesterday's chapter, it has been corrected. Thank you for your patience. *****Cathleen's fingers clawed at the cool marble on the counter, her knuckles whitening with the grip. Her breath came out in ragged pants, betraying the tumultuous storm raging within her. She was trembling, every nerve ending screaming for release—a release only Xavier could grant. His touch—those hands that had charted every inch of her skin—knew precisely how to shatter her composure and make her unravel."Damn it," she cursed under her breath, a venomous whisper that spoke volumes of her internal conflict. This dalliance with Xavier was spiraling out of control, threatening the ordered life she'd so meticulously built. Cathleen Devereaux, a celebrity lawyer, unshakable and formidable—now unsteady, craving the very thing that was undoing her.She despised the transformation—the way she'd become pliant under his command. It was antithetical to her nature; she wasn't designed to be anyon
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Xavier sat in the cool, dim light of his office, the weight of solitude pressing against him like a physical force. It was suffocating, this silence—a month since Cathleen's voice had pierced through it, a month since their bodies had spoken the primal language they both understood so well."Sir, there has been a package delivered for you at the reception." Caleb's voice sliced through his brooding, an unwelcome interruption."Open it," Xavier commanded without looking up, his fingers curling before him.The crisp sound of tearing paper cut through the room as Caleb complied. A momentary pause, then, "Sir, it's from madam."In an instant, Xavier was on his feet, the chair clattering behind him. He snatched the envelope with a predatory swiftness that belied his usual composed demeanor. His heart hammered—anxious, expectant—as he tore into the missive.Divorce papers.A smirk twisted his lips, though his eyes were cold as steel. "She knows where I work, and I don't know shit about her,
Last Updated : 2024-05-07The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Headlines
The sound of hushed whispers filled the marbled lobby as Cathleen strode through the revolving doors of her law firm. Her heels clicked sharply, a metronome to the undercurrent of scandal that thrummed in the air. "Oh my God, have you seen the headlines?" The receptionist's voice sliced through the murmurs.Cathleen's gaze swept across the reception, where eyes darted and papers rustled with feigned nonchalance."What headlines?" A worker feigned ignorance, grasping at the bait."The billionaire playboy—that handsome bachelor everyone has been wanting to know if he's married or not?" The receptionist's voice quivered with the thrill of gossip."Ah, Mr. Knight... on headlines about rape." Disbelief laced with desire bled from the worker's words. "Don't believe stories like that; that man is the owner of Knight Group International. Any woman would kill to sleep with that man; did you see how fine he is? Rape isn’t his thing."A cold shiver crawled down Cathleen's spine, freezing her in
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Xavier's fingers curled into fists atop the mahogany desk, his knuckles bleaching white as he struggled to piece together fragmented memories. The silence of the room pressed against him—a suffocating shroud of unanswered questions. He propelled himself up, the leather chair squeaking in protest, and walked to the window. His reflection stared back at him, like a ghost amid the expanse of New York's freedom below. His mind whirled with the accusation that clung to him like a vile second skin."Who was she?" The question echoed in the cavernous space of his chest, hollow and haunting. He didn’t understand anything about the lady who accused him of rape. Worse, he has never seen the lady before; he just knows he woke up next to her the next day. How did she get to his suit? He doesn’t know how she got there. What the fuck is going on? He thought as he shoved both his hands into his pants.The door crashed open. Xavier didn't flinch; he watched the reflection of his father storming in,
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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
