All Chapters of Betrothed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

*NOAH'S POV*I stood there, my heart racing, watching Racheal as she considered my question. “Do you want me to leave?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, how she weighed the implications of my departure, especially after she’d dismissed James yet again. It gnawed at me—the idea of her being alone. “Please stay,” she replied, her voice a mix of a plea and an option, a fragile thread hanging between us. I took a slow step closer, unable to resist any longer. The way she looked at me—those eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire—made my resolve crumble. She wore that crop top again, and I couldn’t help but notice how it clung to her, accentuating her curves in a way that made my breath hitch. The memory of her in my clothes from last night lingered in my mind, but now, seeing her like this, I was caught in a whirlwind of wanting.Her body leaned toward me, and the air between us grew thick with tension. I felt a rush of heat

RACHEAL'S POV.Things have been going smoothly after my encounter with Adam Kings, the only threat I have at hand seems to be Kim.I have sorted out some things as well with Rayla least we are back to our sisterly cuddling and embracing.Juliet hasn't stopped to amaze me with her diligence making me promote her to the Vice-president status least is better off than being just my personal Assistant.Rayla strolled in her heels clicking the tiles obviously to announce her arrival. She would be clocking twenty-two anytime soon after yet she wouldn't stop acting like a child."Ok, whom do we have here!!" I teased while slightly shifting my gaze at her.She has been extremely busy than before now that she has become the CEO, and she has always had her own company of her own since the moment of her aging.She moved towards my table with her handbag elegantly sitting on her arms looking at me with puppy eyes looking for something."Spit! Rayla"I said and I waited for her to say something but

Kim's Pov.I couldn’t stop smiling. Every nerve in my body was alight, fueled by something dark, and twisted—a cold thrill that made all my losses feel insignificant. The assets, the businesses, and the respect I’d built up under my name were all gone. Rachael had somehow slipped through my fingers, wrecking everything I’d worked so hard to build. But none of that mattered. Nothing did, not anymore. I didn’t care about the money, the shattered connections, or even my reputation. The only thing that mattered now was seeing her suffer.The irony was delicious: even stripped of everything, I was still in control. More in control because I had nothing to lose. And that gave me power, the kind that made people nervous when they looked into my eyes. This was a new game, with no rules except the ones I decided on.Racheal. Her name twisted in my mind like a curse, and yet, it also filled me with exhilaration. It was pathetic how someone so soft could rile me up this much. She was nothing, a

Noah's POV.“Noah,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “I’m your sister.”The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy as my face shifted, the impact of her words hitting me like a tornado. I was stunned, completely off-guard, maybe this was just another of Kim's tricks.………..Sitting in the back seat, I kept my gaze fixed on the passing scenery, the blur of trees and street lights only intensifying the fog in my mind. Beside me sat this stranger—no, my sister, if the test was right. The word echoed in my head, but it didn’t feel real. Sister. A part of me didn’t even want to be here, didn’t want to know the truth that would shake the foundation of everything I’d started to build again.A few weeks back, I had finally won Racheal’s trust. After months of trying to undo the damage Kim had caused, I’d managed to convince her that I was worth the risk. She’d given me a second chance and allowed herself to believe in me again. We were finding our way back to each other, despite everything

Noah's POVI sat in the quiet, the soft hum of the world outside fading into a distant murmur, lost in the maze of my thoughts. The weight of my emotions pressed down on me like a heavy blanket, suffocating yet familiar. I stared blankly at the wall, memories swirling in my mind—moments of laughter, warmth, and the unbreakable bond I once had with my daughter. Suddenly, the sharp trill of my phone broke through the silence, slicing through the fog in my head. I reached for it, my heart racing, and when I saw the name on the screen, a painful mix of joy and sorrow flooded through me. I answered, my breath catching in my throat.“Daddy, I missed you,” her tender voice floated through the speaker, soft and sweet, wrapping around my heart like a fragile thread. I closed my eyes, letting the sound wash over me, but the joy was quickly overshadowed by an avalanche of grief. I couldn’t respond; the words wouldn’t come. The child I adored had become a symbol of everything I had lost, all bec