All Chapters of Betrothed: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Bella's POVI couldn’t stop mumbling to myself, frustration spilling out in quiet complaints about how rude and feisty my boss could be. Every time I thought about Kelvin, I felt a mix of annoyance and admiration. He looked perfect—tall, with that perfectly tousled hair and those piercing eyes that could make anyone weak in the knees. I tried to wave off those thoughts, reminding myself of my goals.“Oh no, don’t do this, Bella,” I whispered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. I gave myself a little slap on the cheek, trying to bring myself back to sanity. I had a mission—to save enough money to move to New York. Nothing else mattered right now.“What are you doing?” Kelvin’s voice startled me, making me almost lose my balance. I rolled my eyes at him, a reflex more than anything. It was embarrassing to be caught off guard like that, especially when I was trying to focus.“You can have it.” I slid the plate of food toward him, attempting to keep my composure. But when I met his cold

Racheal's POVThe pleasantries exchanged between Sophia and my dad turned the bridal shower into more of a family gathering, though Kim and my stepmom seemed to be the exceptions. I sat at a table, trying to focus on my laptop, but it was clear that I was just waiting for their conversation to wrap up. Now and then, I craned my neck to check on my dad, unable to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach.Liana, my stepmom, had been hovering nearby, her eyes darting between me and my dad. I could tell she was trying to gauge my mood, perhaps looking for an opportunity to bridge the gap that had grown between us over the years. Her sudden kindness was disarming, and I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. I was still grappling with the emotional aftermath of my mom’s passing, and the last thing I wanted was to engage in a heartfelt conversation with Liana of all people.“Racheal,” she finally said, approaching me with an expression that was softer than usual. “I’m sorry

Racheal's POVIt took every ounce of my energy and sanity to stop myself from trailing behind Noah the moment he dragged Kim into a quiet place. My heart raced with anxiety as the image of how I watched them disappear from view, his hands aggressively holding her firm. I understood he might have wanted to confront her about why she had come to the party, but he seemed to forget that Kim was also my family—my sister, for better or worse.Standing on the balcony of Noah's room, I stared into the night, feeling the cool breeze against my skin. The white off-shoulder dress I wore draped elegantly, revealing the soft curve of my shoulder blades, while the strap of my nightgown hung delicately beneath. The moon hung low on the horizon, casting a silvery glow that transformed the landscape into something surreal. I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me—anticipation, worry, and a tinge of jealousy. I contemplated whether to bring up the matter when Noah returned. But as I realized this wa

Kelvin's POVSitting at my desk, the weight of the world pressed down on me. I stared blankly at the stack of papers in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere—somewhere far away in Cape Town, where Rachael was likely enjoying the honeymoon I had always dreamed of giving her. The thought twisted in my gut, a painful reminder of everything I had lost.Even deep within myself, I still wanted her. I thought that flying away would help extinguish the burning flame of affection I had for Rachael, but instead, it only seemed to intensify. Each passing moment in this office felt like a dagger to my heart, a constant reminder of her laughter and the warmth of her smile. I couldn't bring myself to call her earlier; the time zone difference loomed large, but a wave of jealousy enveloped me. What if she was happy without me? What if she had already moved on?I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying to chase away the dark thoughts that clouded my mind. The clock on the wall ticked endlessly, e

Racheal's POV The car ride to Hout Bay Beach had been silent, a tension hanging in the air that I couldn’t shake. Noah’s mood was still clouded, and I felt a growing concern gnawing at me. As we stepped out of the car, the salty breeze and warm sun enveloped us, momentarily lifting my spirits. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease.We made our way toward the beach, and the sight of the golden sand and sparkling waves was breathtaking. I was dressed in a long, flowing Egyptian skirt that wrapped around my waist, designed to cover my legs but still allow for a glimpse of the swim trunks underneath. Noah, meanwhile, looked effortlessly handsome in his swim shorts, his bare chest glistening in the sunlight.As I scanned the beach, searching for a good spot to settle in, something caught my eye. A figure in the distance appeared strikingly familiar. My heart raced as I squinted, trying to get a better look. The woman had long hair and a similar build to my stepsister, Kim.