All Chapters of Betrothed: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Noah's POVI couldn’t remember the last time I slept this peacefully. A smile crept onto my lips as memories of last night flooded back to me. Perhaps that was what gave me this newfound energy—or maybe it was simply knowing that Racheal was willing to give me a second chance.I tried not to dwell on the negatives and instead let everything flow naturally. “If you’ve woken up, just stand up and go freshen up. Ariella is dying to meet you right now. It took me an ounce of my energy to keep her still,” Rachael’s delicate voice broke the morning silence, pulling me from my thoughts. I focused my gaze on her fragile, smooth face.It seemed she hadn’t been giving herself much attention lately; her hair looked a bit unkempt. “You can stand up if you’re done staring!” she teased, standing from the sofa adjacent to my bed.She looked like she had just finished working out, her outfit alluring—a black bralette exposing her navel paired with snug joggers that accentuated her curves. I felt b

Racheal's POV"How was it?" I asked, tucking Ariella in and ensuring she had some dinner. The night was still young, so she might wake up later.I had noticed Noah's gloominess since he entered, and it sent a lump to my throat. I didn’t want to imagine the worst, so I waited patiently for him to finish on his laptop so we could talk. We had a lot to discuss, and I promised myself I would take full responsibility for it.I wore my thin nightgown with a V-opening at the back, which reached my thighs, exposing the rest of my legs. The front wasn’t bad, but it did accentuate my bosom, making my nipples visible. I draped an overgrown over it to shield myself from the cold.I sat opposite him, resting my head against the backrest, noticing how focused he was on whatever was keeping him busy. He hardly acknowledged my presence, which disappointed me. I thought about giving everything a real try, including taking our relationship to the next level.I didn’t realize how long I had been staring

Racheal's POVAs Juliet left the room, I took a moment to breathe deeply, allowing the weight of my responsibilities to settle. The Houston project was a significant undertaking, one that could potentially change lives, but the pressure felt palpable. Memories of my past struggles loomed large, informing every decision I made now.I glanced around my office, noting the motivational quotes adorning the walls, reminders of my journey. It felt surreal to think about how far I had come—once a woman battling illness and family betrayals, now a leader with a vision. Yet, shadows of doubt occasionally crept in, especially regarding Juliet’s recent behavior. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about her, a subtle shift in her demeanor that I couldn’t quite pinpoint.The thought of the launching ceremony tied my stomach in knots. I wanted it to be a celebration, not just of the project but of the resilience I had cultivated through my hardships. I envisioned a gathering where t

Racheal's POVNoah and I had just shared a heated moment, and I lay against his broad chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat beneath. What happened yesterday was entirely unexpected; the emotions poured into our intimacy were intense.I remembered our earlier discussion about our situation. Noah had dismissed my concerns, insisting it was his life and he didn’t want to interfere. In a playful annoyance, I slapped his chest, causing him to wince."Why would you do that?" he asked, feigning hurt."Why don’t you tell me? You got us worried, you know!" I pouted, feeling like a child."I thought we were done with this, Mrs. Gordon?" "We aren’t done! I have to prepare for work," I said dismissively, wriggling out of his grip."Will Mrs. Gordon stop whatever it is she’s trying to do? If you keep this up, we might end up having another session..." he smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes."You are insane, Mr. Gordon. I need to go! I have a project to manage and an event to plan," I declared

Kayla's POVI loved Mike. I always had, even when I denied my feelings and refused to admit them. Deep down, I longed to be with him. Over the past few months, while we were close, we hadn’t officially started dating. I knew he had a soft spot for me, too. I loved his cold demeanor—the aura that surrounded him when he walked into a room. But lately, that coldness had seeped into his heart, leaving him unsure of how to react to the feelings developing between us.We enjoyed each other's company without ever confessing our feelings. I had poured my heart out to him, and the only response I received was a simple "okay." That remark crushed me, and I buried my feelings immediately. I tried my best to keep my emotions from affecting my work and daily life, but it was difficult. I had grown accustomed to his presence, and it hurt to feel him retreat into his shell again. My mom kept asking about the issues between us, but I brushed it off with a forced smile that I knew she could see throu