All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Fragile Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Orla's heart skipped a beat when she sighted the gate. She had left the house in despair the last time she was there, now she was back again.The gate automatically pulled open and David drove in, he found a perfect spot to park the car. With shaky hands, Orla opened the door and got out of the car while Callan stayed a little longer to give David some instructions. When they were both ready, she looked at him, but he didn't acknowledge her gaze. He took a step forward, leaving her to struggle with her overly long-dress.She had loved the dress before, but now she hated it so much she wanted to rip it off her body. Her stomach churned and she tasted bile as she walked behind Callan. He didn't care, other couples who were present linked arms with their partners, but she was left alone to walk in.As she stepped into the foyer, a sudden rush of jitteriness consumed her, almost paralyzing her. The house was the same, nothing had changed except for the different colours of balloon decora

"Now we are the same," Orla plunged the flowers into her hair, giggling hard. She took the hands of a little girl that was with her and they ran around the garden."Mom said we should not go over there." The little girl told Orla when they were in front of the pool. She walked some steps back, grabbing Orla's hands. "Don't go against mommy's words.""I won't," Orla whispered in her ears. "Let's go back to the garden." They trotted back to the garden, the sound of their innocent laughter filling the air."Do you know that I am older than you?" The little girl asked Orla when they got inside.Orla was about to respond when one of their sisters showed up."Where is your babysitter?" She asked them, positioning her hands on her sides. Her expression read fury, they detected that with little brains."Aunty Rose went to get…" The little girl with Orla was scared of the ferocious eyes she gave them."She went to get us water," Orla said sharply, swishing her small teddy bear in front of thei

The names of nominees were called out and the mic was passed onto the VIP that was to give out the award."We have great designers here in Dallas." The VIP Blondie said, smiling. Meticulously setting the mic in her hand, she looked at the crowd and continued. "The winner was chosen based on netizens' votes and of course, the brand's designs... Ladies and gentlemen, the award for the best fashion stylist in the city goes to Liam Stone.""That's it!" Orla yelled from her seat, "Give it up for Liam." She roared, sipping from the cup of wine in her hand. She didn't drink alcohol, but she was trying out a new thing this evening.A round of applause rumbled among the guests, honouring him as he took swift gaits to the stage to receive the award. He gave an appreciation speech and went back to sit down."Now, it's time to dance." The host was back to anchoring, "I'm certain you all invited your guests because we have so many activities left on our list. But for now, let's hit the dancefloor

"I didn't do anything, Callan. I swear, I didn't do anything to anyone." Orla sobbed, clinging to Callan's arms. She was petrified. All her life, she had never been more scared than she was now.Callan had zero idea what she was jabbering, but he let her stay there, carefully patting her back to soothe her. "Stay here," he purred."She will come for me, they will come for me. They hate me, they all hate me." She muttered in a shaky voice. She slackened her grip on Callan and stepped away from him. "I can't stay here," tears trickled down her cheeks in folds. "Hey," He was stressed out after travelling for hours, but the fear that marred Orla's face was perturbing and he wanted to do something to help. It was obvious hugging her wouldn't do much and he had no idea what to do to someone who just awoke from a terrible dream. He didn't give a fuck if anyone was hurt, had terrible dreams or was even dying but he had been restless since he left the house and all that crammed his head was

"Halt your steps, Orla," Callan stated calmly as soon as they walked right into their bedroom. Fuck whatever nonsense he had said about not wanting her in the past, he wanted her now and he'd have her.Though his voice was calm, Orla could easily pick the authority in his tone and without hesitation, she stopped. Her hands trembled in her back, anticipating what Callan was about to do to her. He took off his blazer, and his shirt followed. He was half naked in front of her, causing her to swallow hard, admiring his perfect manly figure.With swift gaits like that of a Panther, he closed the distance between them and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Slow girl," he trailed his fingers all over her jaw, gently pinching and caressing her. He was just touching her, but a million wanton thoughts muddied up Orla's mind. Thoughts that made her panties ooze with slimy fluid, "Look at me," his husky voice growled, and his hand was now at the back of her head.She managed to shoot her chin u