All Chapters of Love At Last: Billionaire's Contracted Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

(Stephen's POV)The warm water in the bathtub transformed into a sea of giggles and splashes as the triplets had just finished their bath, their wet hair clinging to their foreheads as they grinned cheerfully.Coming into the room this morning to find Gab preparing them for their morning bath, I had insisted on being the one to do that, and after much persuasion, I won."Okay, little mermaids, it is time to get out," I announced, grabbing their hooded towels from the nearby shelf. But as I reached for them, I realized I might need some backup."Hey, Gab," I called out casually, who had been by the side of the door all this while. I pleaded, "Could you lend me a hand with these three? They're slippery fish!"Gab laughed, joining me in the bathtub. "Sure thing, Stephen. I know too well, these three could be a handful," she uttered as she walked in. " Now, Let's get these little mermaids all dried up."I wrapped Laura and Clara in her towel, and Gab took care of Flora. Giggles continued

(Stephen's POV)I sat on the wooden armchair in the corridor, watching with a smile as the three energetic triplets huddled around a mess of colored paper, markers, and glue.They have been earnestly and excitedly working on the "get well soon" card for their mom since I broke the news that we were going to see her today, after days of not seeing their mother.With markers in hand and paper spread out before them, they poured their love into every stroke, hoping beyond hope that their efforts would reach her in some way."Let's make it colorful, just like Mom's smile," Laura, the leader of the project, said as she sketched a vibrant rainbow across the card."Yes, and we can put some hearts too," Flora, the calmest and sweetest of them all chimed in, her tiny fingers gripping a red marker.Claura, the most observant, added with a determined nod, "And don't forget the glitter! Mommy loves sparkly things."Laura and Flora nodded in agreement, their brows furrowed in concentration as they

(Frederick's POV)I sat behind the well of the courtroom, hovering my eyes around as I floated in the turmoil of sad emotions with the depths of guilt and regret pressed down on me.All evidence was clearly against me, although there were no witnesses in the murder case. My notebook, the fingerprints, everything pointed to me.While I sank in my misery with sadness written all over my face, a few inches beside me, Anna also sat in the dock, her face void of any remorse. She looked ready for anything that came up as her arms crossed against each other.On the other end of the docks was a lady named Jessica and two young ladies I leaned were her spies both at Stephen's workplace and home. They had been orchestrating some evil plans toward Stephen and Kendall.I switched my eyes back to the jury. Their eyes bore into me, a mix of curiosity, judgment, and perhaps even a hint of pity. The courtroom felt suffocating as if the air itself was tainted by the terrible deeds I had committed."OR

(Kendall's POV)It's been over two weeks since I had been in the hospital and we're ready to leave as Gab folded my things into a packing bag. Staring out of the glass window, my heart leaped with joy that the gloomy days were over. The thought that I had forgotten who my triplets, Gab and even Stephen were caused a crack in my happy heart.I wondered why I'd be waking up uttering Fred's name. I hoped Stephen wasn't sad about it at present because I'd have flared up if he had to be in my shoes and he began to clamor Jessica's name.Also hearing the information about Antonio, I was devastated. Stephen held him in high esteem and I felt very annoyed knowing that he had ulterior motives for all he did. Very sad."Forget the past, Kendall, it's a new start now. Life has given you another chance. Don't contaminate it with the past." I cautioned myself as I rubbed my baby bump that was beginning to shoot out."Oh! You're set," the doctor voiced immediately as she entered the room, almost s

(Stephen's POV)After Kendall finished hurling the words she couldn't say when she caught them together, we left and prepared ourselves back to Mexico.A few weeks after we flew back to Mexico, I stepped into the gym, and the soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated the sleek exercise equipment that lined the room. The rubber mat beneath my feet was cool to the touch as I climbed the treadmill. With a flick of a switch, the machine hummed to life and I adjusted the settings.As I started jogging, the steady rhythm of my footsteps matched the beat of my heart. The view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed my tranquil garden, still shrouded in the morning mist.The gentle whirring of the elliptical machine in the corner called out to me. Transitioning smoothly, I moved to the machine, gripping the handles as I began to pedal. The low hum of the machine and the focused burn in my muscles created a serene sense of accomplishment.Sweat began to form on my brow as the minute