All Chapters of Betrothed: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

*Noah's POV*I couldn't describe the joy that leaped in me the moment I heard her voice—the tone that had always kept me mesmerized, the sound I had longed for. I tried to maintain my usual calm demeanor, but guilt and hurt seeped into my voice. The soft gesture she gave me in the park was influenced by Kim's presence, yet it still ignited a devilish smirk on my lips after the kiss. I expected her to flare up when she saw me with Kim, but instead, she seemed more hurt than angry, her glare cutting deep.I had tried to warn Kim against what she did; she had no right to pick Ariella up from school. With a flicker of hope, I returned home, only to find the apartment cold and empty—a stark contrast to the warmth that Racheal and Ariella brought."Hey," I broke the silence."I know you didn’t call just to listen to my silence," Racheal replied, her voice extinguishing the last glimmer of hope I had."You're not in the apartment yet... Rachael, I miss us; I miss Ariella," I said, trying to

Racheal's POVFury coursed through my veins as I struggled against Noah's grip, my hands twisting and pulling in a desperate attempt to break free. He had no right to hold me like this, no right to keep me from leaving. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to escape his presence, yet he dragged me softly—not aggressively—into the cafe, his breath warm against my ear as he bombarded me with questions."What do you mean it shouldn’t be personal? Have you forgotten the principles of being a businessman, Mr. Gordon?" I shot back, my voice laced with anger as I stood rigidly upright, closing the distance between us. The heat radiating from my body contrasted sharply with the coolness of the cafe."You broke the protocol, Noah and your company must take the fall!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the small space, drawing curious glances from nearby patrons. The words hung between us, thick with tension. But then, something shifted. I noticed him softening, his agitation fading slightly. He

Bella's POV“Bella! You are going to be late for work!” My mom's voice erupted, shaking the particles in the air and making the room vibrate with urgency.My busy hands, which had been diligently applying lipstick, slipped, smudging the color across my cheek. It was then that I realized I was being a bit excessive. “What’s wrong with you... since when did your physical appearance matter?” I shrugged off the thought, chuckling to myself. I quickly wiped the smudge away, leaving my lips bare as they had always been. I crossed my arms and checked my appearance one last time in the standing mirror, doing a slow circle to inspect every detail. Satisfied, I straightened the long pencil skirt that hugged my hips, tucking my well-ironed lilac silk shirt neatly into it. After slipping on the teardrop earrings my mom had gifted me for my twentieth birthday, I decided to let my hair fall loose today instead of tying it back. The ponytail always made me look too serious, and I needed a hint of s

NOAH'S POVI woke up to the light illuminating the room, indicating it was morning already. My eyes caught the wall clock displaying 12:30 in the afternoon, and I gasped in shock. Panic surged through me, especially since I still felt a little weak. I jumped off my feet, trying to get dressed for the day. Responsibilities awaited me at the office, research to tackle, and I had to find time to call Kelvin.As I checked around for my belongings, I found the house empty. “Why hasn’t Mike woken me up?” I muttered under my breath, startled when Mrs. Eva, my butler, appeared in the doorway.She chuckled lightly at my reaction. “Why do you all take pleasure in scaring me to my bones?”“Sorry, Mrs. Eva. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I replied, rubbing my eyes to shake off the remnants of sleep.“It’s okay… I need to get to the office today, and I might be late,” I said, urgency creeping into my voice.“I’m sorry, but your assistant instructed me not to let you leave until you’re fit enough. Yo

Racheal's POVI felt exhausted, and going through Noah's nagging again was something I had zero energy for. I was tired of the constant back and forth in this relationship. We had never lived like a normal couple, and the heaviness in my heart was becoming too much to bear.After work and picking Ariella up from school, I decided to crash at my apartment instead of going to Sophia's. Being there only made me feel guilty, and I had no plans to share every little detail I was uncovering about Noah. It felt unfair to burden her with my turmoil, so I chose the solitude of my apartment for the night. Thankfully, she didn’t mind.“If that’s what you want, who am I to stop you?” was her response, and a tinge of sadness loomed around me as she embraced me. I craved that embrace, just as much as I craved Noah’s presence.Fighting and struggling were not my things; I found them stressful and draining. But what was I to do? Every time I considered moving on, another piece of evidence against Noa