All Chapters of Enchanting the Billionaire's Cold Heart : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Axel stood outside the front door to his parents' mansion. He wondered just how he was going to break the news to them that he had gotten married less than two hours after he had been given the ultimatum. His mother found him there."Hey. You're here? What are you standing there for?" She latched onto his arm. "Come on in."She pulled him across the living room straight to his father's study."Carson!" She called and propelled the door open with her feet. "Look who is here!"Axel meekly followed her through the door. His father was sitting with his back to the door, reading the newspaper. He folded it and turned his chair to face them."Son." He took his glasses off and put it on the desk. "I just saw you off less than a couple of hours ago. How come you are back here so soon?"His mother turned to leave. "I'll go get you both tea."Axel stalled her movement by grabbing her hand. "Don't go yet. I'm here to see you too." She gave him a bewildered look, but stopped moving. She touched

"I am not afraid." Claire chanted in her mind. "I am not afraid."Axel was looking at her like she was a piece of broom he would very much like to snap at that moment. She didn't respond to his question. She just stared at him rudely, while her heart was hammering inside her chest. The darkness that clouded his eyes made her doubt if she was doing the right thing.Axel suddenly laughed. The sound sent chills running through her spine. She could feel goosebumps cover her skin. He stopped and fixed her with a piercing gaze."Are you ignoring me, wife?"Even if she had wanted to answer, she couldn't seem to find her voice at that moment."I see." He nodded, more to himself than her.He suddenly reached out and she flinched. His expression hardened instantly and he pulled her into the penthouse and shut the door. He slammed her against the closed door, but Claire felt no pain, just a tingling sensation in her toes."Did you think I would hurt you?" He asked softly, his face just inches awa

Claire felt a fleeting thrill course through her when Axel needlessly defended her. She knew Lisa hated her, and she was fine with the glares and accusations. Apparently, it irritated him. She could never forget the look on Lisa's face as Axel rolled the glass back up. It was as though she was realizing at that moment that it would take more than just flirtatious smiles and a little show of her cleavage to change his mind regarding her.Axel parked the car by the house and turned to her. "I'm sorry about that."Claire snorted. "I'm not."Those blue eyes were looking at her intensely again."Are you sure?"He seemed concerned, so Claire smiled. "I'm fine. Say, are you perchance worried that I would be affected by someone as insignificant in my life as she is?"Axel's face slowly lit up with a grin. He reached out and ruffled her hair."That's my girl."Claire glared at him and tried smoothing her hair. "Why would you do that? Now your parents are going to think my hair looks like a rat

Lisa opened the door to her father's study a crack. She had known he had left on some business trip, and she had duplicated his keys for this moment. She felt as though his eyes were all over the office. Just in case there were any cameras, she had shut off the power supply to the office.She strode in cautiously, her feet soundless on the carpeted floor. All his computers were shut down, the cabinets locked, and the desk burglar proof. She jiggled the bunch of keys in her hand, eyeing the locks on the desk and wondering if there was an alarm system.She had to be extra careful not to trigger anything, so she tried comparing the label on the locks to the key names. She found a match for his desk and opened the top drawer. There were papers, lots of papers. Lisa was not sure she could go through all of them before her mother returned from shopping. She was not even sure she would understand anything.She powered on a laptop on the side desk. It opened to the home screen without a singl

Axel stood between the beds in the guest room. On his right lay Claire, and Donald occupied the bed on his left. His two most favorite people left in this world were down at once. That deep sense of loss was gut-wrenching. He stroked Claire gently on the cheek. What was it with the constant fevers? He wanted to talk to Jenise about it, but Jenise was probably busy trying to figure out how to get poor Hunter Cook in her bed that night.He missed her glares. He could have given anything to get them now. And he missed Donald's grins. He knew Donald would wake. He never stayed down for long. The thought that the bomb wired in his car could actually have taken his life made Axel shudder. They would be more careful next time.Donald stirred, and Axel bent over him."Donald? Can you hear me?" He whispered, searching for signs of consciousness.His eyes fluttered open, and he groaned at the onslaught of light and raised his hands weakly. Axel turned off the lights and pulled the drapes shut.