All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Fragile Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was still strange to Orla, that Sophia would invite her to her house, and even introduce her to Jackson, a friend of hers who was squatting with her pending the time he'd wrap up his medical primary assignment and go back to Bristol.Within six minutes of meeting each other, Orla knew that Jackson was a humanitarian doctor who went from state to state to help the people who needed a Doctor but couldn't afford them.Jackson had taken a liking to Orla and told her he'd like to have a word with her after she was done with her sister.Orla's smile didn't reach her eyes. Sure the guy didn't know she was married.Perturbation rose in her chest as she occupied the divan at the entrance of the living room, anticipating Sophia, who had gone to get some wine for them.Not that she was interested in taking what Sophia offered anyway, she was just keen on finding out why she was invited over. Hoping what she wanted to talk about wasn't about her husband. She wasn't mentally prepared to handle

Jackson was the last Person Orla would expect to see in a lone park on a chilly evening. Looking deeply into his eyes in the lighted space at the park, something was off, something seemed off, but she couldn't wrap her head around what that was. "Look who we have here," he rushed towards her, pulling Orla into an embrace. She let him hug her, but her response was delayed and unwilling. "Are you stalking me? And didn't you go back to where you came from?" She asked, eyes still widened in shock. He needed to start spitting out his truth. Why would she see him all alone that evening when he was supposed to be gone by now? "I am a Doctor, you know?" "And What big deal is that?" "I don't have the luxury of time to stalk people. My hands are always filled with work. Now, I should ask you what you are doing here all alone, on a cold evening." Moving past her, he sat next to her on the bench and smiled, admiring how beautiful she had grown from the last time he had seen her. He was s

"Do you really want to know?" His face crinkled frettingly. Orla bobbed her head in affirmation. She couldn't be more sure, she knew what she wanted.But why was he feeling indifferent? He didn't plan to ruin this moment for them, right? She rubbernecked him with cynical sentry."Are you worried about something?" She glimpsed how he shifted his gaze away from her, steering his eyes to the ceilings.Nothing riveting was up there to glance at. What was wrong with him again?"No, nothing." He feigned a small smile that dissolved as quickly as it formed."What's wrong with you, Callan? We were happy a few moments ago. What's with the gloomy expression?"Worry burned in her tone as she looked at her husband. She detested that he was still consenting to the culpability of cheating on her. She had forgiven him for crying out loud."I am good," came his curt response."Callan,""Hey," he smacked his lips to hers abruptly, dissuading her from asking more questions. "I am very good. I just mi

Orla felt brand new.It felt like a new wave of confidence pierced her while she slept overnight.She could no longer feel the anxiety and unknown fears that always haunted her whenever she thought about her family.She was ready now, she wanted to face them now. And as Callan gave her words of encouragement before they left home that morning, she knew she couldn't back away from this anymore.She was ready.Her arm was clasped around Callan's arm, her eyes fixated on the colossal edifice that stood in front of her. Her father's mansion hadn't gotten any newer or older, it was the same. As if no changes had been made since she left."We are here," Callan gave her a small smile, compelling her to carry on.Orla returned the smile. She hoped that her fears wouldn't creep in as soon as she set eyes on her family.Even if it did, she planned to fight it off. She was no longer the weak Orla they used to know. She was stronger.She nodded, swallowing a lump that gobbled down her throat. He

Sophia's eyes roved the living room until they finally settled on Orla. "Dad," her voice cracked. "Speak up, Sophia!" Arnold ordered, his tone brusque. "Mia did," she glimpsed the tremor that smacked everyone, and she wasn't too surprised. She anticipated that. "Mia was the only one with Isla that afternoon, and she was the one who told us to change the narrative." Arnold scoffed, "Nonsense," Orla soldered where she was seated. She knew Mia hated her so much, but she never thought that she would do something like that. "Sick! You're Insane, Sophia! What evidence do you have against me? How dare you accuse me of killing my sister?" Mia flared up, her eyes simmering with rage. She rushed towards Sophia ready to hit her, but Emma went after her, dissuading her. "I was there too. I am the evidence that we all need, Mia. I was there with Sophia that day, you cajoled us into lying about the whole thing, and we did because we wanted to obey you. Their other sisters remained in their s