All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Fragile Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Good morning, ma'am. Did you enjoy your first night here?" A round woman smirked at Orla, sifting her dark curly hair with her tiny fingers. "I heard the boss brought in his new bride last night." She twinkled her eyes and twitched her lips in a small smile that didn't seem genuine.Orla snagged the contempt that marred her expression as she talked to her. She hummed an answer followed with a short nod, eyes flickering around the room to distract herself from the woman in front of her. She didn't know who she was, but she seemed to know a lot about her. Maybe her whole history, if possible. Orla didn't care but what was with the nasty glares like she stole her bonbons?"I am Allison, I'm in charge of cleaning the presidential suite in the penthouse. It's nice meeting you." She extended her chubby palm for a handshake, but Orla didn't jump at it. She contemplated for a few seconds before sliding her palm into Allison's, hurriedly bumping it up and down, jerking her palm off as if tho

"One, two, three…" Orla clasped her fingers together as she called out each number.After carefully exploring the lingeries, she settled for the one that was the most decent—ironically though, because she was still as good as naked.She had never been unclothed in front of a man and it upset her that she was about to stand in front of Callan, looking like a little slut. With the white see-through lingerie she slipped into, and her ginger hair bouncing around her shoulders, she looked like a young woman who was out to titillate a man.For the hundredth time that night, Orla muttered a cuss word at Rosa for getting those slinky frillies. She yanked the doorknob, gently pressing it down to unlock the door.Though it hurt that the small room she was staying in had no mirror, even without the mirror, she knew she looked slutty. Slowly, she waddled into the bigger room, halting her steps when she sighted Callan sitting on the armchair in front of the large desk, head buried in work.For a

Callan was the first to step out of the car, followed by David. Orla remained inside, taking in the beauty of the enormous building standing in front of her. She conceded to the fact Callan was rich and she shouldn't expect less, but not this mighty. She was the daughter of a billionaire, her father was rich too but she had never seen an eight thousand square feet mansion looking so exquisite before.All her life, she had been confined to her room and not allowed to leave the house unless she had to go to college and her father's chauffeur always made sure he took her to school and back home every day. She had zero time to socialise the way her sisters did. She had always been the unseen daughter, the one her father didn't want the world to know about. She was the forsaken daughter.She lacked a social life, just the internet kept her sane sometimes, but even that wasn't like real life."Welcome back home, Boss." David tendered the car keys to Callan when he had parked it in the gar

The night stars were beginning to align in the skies, Orla stood next to the window side, eyes intently on the dim moon that glimmered between the skies.A memory from her childhood traversed her mind and she smiled…broadly, she wanted to fill her head with that pleasant memory when the door to the bedroom flung open, the sound impeding her alone time.Her eyes swiftly moved across the room, to the doorpost. She saw Callan walking into the room with some files in his hand. He dropped the files on the vanity table and slumped on the bed, tiredly spreading his arms all over the place. He had left the room after he took his evening bath, gone for hours and now, he was back.Orla moved away from the window side, pulling down the curtains. She ambled towards the bedside. It was close to midnight, and her sleeping time had passed but was yet to close her eyes. She tried, but the sleep wasn't coming to her. She had to inundate herself with the view of the night stars when she couldn't sleep

The dress was gorgeous. Liam went all the way out this time. Orla knew Liam was good, but he outstripped her expectations."This is beautiful," she remarked for the tenth time that evening.She gushed at herself, her eyes unmoving from the V-neck, open-back red gown that enveloped her. Running her fingers through the silky material, she let out a smile. The front slits ran from both thighs down to her feet, hiding her toes and revealing more skin. She loved everything about the dress, it suited her perfectly, analyzing her slender frame in a glamorous way. Sexy. That was the best word to describe how she looked right now."He took his time to make this," the brunette applied the final touches of makeup to Orla's face when she sat back, stretching back to take a full glance at her handiwork.It was perfection at its peak, the colour combination blended with Orla's skin, leaving it smooth and glossy. She nodded her head in gratification."I have to take some pictures, the boss needs to