All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

‘I don't… How can I believe you? After everything that’s happened, you don’t...The magnitude of the moment, the feeling of standing on a precipice, were too much for her to take in large, fractured breaths.He was asking her to do it again. to hand him her heart. And she really didn’t know if she could...His hand smoothed her face and lovingly tucked her fringe behind one ear."I knew I was in trouble when I was running you baths and forcing you to eat at three a.m."not to mention following you to work just to see you. I was enraged that you were so unavailable. My love, you're just going to have to trust me. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want you to be hurt again. Trust me. Please.’She searched his face and his eyes. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Finally she spoke with a husky catch that made Calix feel weak inside. He was overcome with love for the woman he kneeled in front of."I fell in love with you a long time ago... When I went to you that night, I truly believed I

An inexplicable feeling of unease settled in the pit of Kate’s stomach. "Farhan had no family," she explained quickly. "I don’t know who this man is, but he’s probably one of Farhan’s business associates." "I'd better go up and meet them," she said, picking up the tray.Beatrice cast a disparaging look at her old clothes. "I would suggest you go and change first, but there’s no time." It’s snowing again, and I know Mr. Johnson is anxious to get back to town before the weather closes in.Kate hurried out of the kitchen, and as she crossed the oak-panelled hall, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and grimaced. Her faded jeans and tee shirt were dirtier than she'd realized, and her hair, which she'd secured in a long plait, had worked loose, framing her face with riotous stray curls.But it was unlikely that Oliver Johnson or his companion would have any interest in her appearance, she told herself as she balanced the tray on one hand and opened the library door—coming to su

Please inform his nanny, or whoever is in charge of him, that I wish to meet him, and ask them to pack his personal possessions as quickly as possible. I want to leave before the weather gets any worse.Kate gaped at him, her heart thumping erratically in her chest. "You’re not taking Hazem anywhere," she snapped, her disbelief and outrage at his high-handedness causing a red mist of anger to swirl in front of her eyes. "When I married Farhan, I adopted Hazem as my own child." I am his legal parent, and he is staying right here at Ingledean. "This is his home," she finished fiercely, refusing to feel intimidated by Ahsan’s furious expression.Black brows lowered into a slashing frown. "Is this true?"Once again he addressed the solicitor, but Kate was fed up with being treated as if she were part of the furniture, and she glared at him, her hands on her hips and her eyes blazing."Damn right, it’s true." Hazem is legally my son, and I won’t allow you to take him. "You have no rights t

Ahsan turned away from the window and the uninspiring view of snow-covered moors and found Hazem staring up at him, his chocolate-brown eyes wide with curiosity. He knelt down slowly, so he was level with the toddler's gaze, and pain tugged at his chest.The little boy bore a marked resemblance to both his parents, and the sight of his small, lively face and impish grin made the tragedy of Farhan and Farrah’s untimely deaths seem even more poignant.The anger and bitterness that had eaten away at Ahsan for six long years released its grip on his heart and was replaced by a new emotion that was unexpectedly fierce. Love—pure and uncomplicated—flooded through him, and he reached out and stroked Hazem’s cheek with fingers that shook slightly.Farhan’s little son was an orphan, but he would never feel alone or unloved. He, Ahsan, would make sure of that. Because of his stubborn pride, he had left it too late to be reconciled with his brother, but he would love his nephew as if he were his

"I am offering you a chance to resume your life without the responsibilities of caring for a child who is not yours," Ahsan replied with deadly calm—in direct contrast to the fury flashing in her eyes. "You are young and extraordinarily beautiful," he observed clinically, his voice devoid of emotion. "And, since my brother’s death, single." Although he would bet his personal fortune that she would not remain so for long, he thought grimly, watching the faint tremor of her lower lip and imagining the velvet softness of her mouth beneath his. "I imagine dating with a toddler in tow could be rather... inhibiting," he sarcastically remarked."I have no intention of dating anyone," Kate choked, still reeling from his description of her as beautiful. As astounding as it seemed, the sheikh appeared to find her attractive—but from the coldness of his tone, he clearly resented his awareness of her. "I haven’t even thought about anything like that..." Hazem was her world, and there was no room