บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire 's Delicate Wife : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

~~~~~ Daniel's Hospital ~~~~~"Doctor, you need to check on the patient. His condition is not stable, his monitor is beeping out of order." Nurse Nani informed Terry who was busy playing games on his cellphone. He had gotten to the hospital 30 minutes ago after his talk with Ace.Terry sprung up from his chair at once, he placed his phone down on the table and rushed out towards the elevator with the nurse behind him. "Brief me on his situation? What happened?" Terry queried the nurse."Doctor I don't know what happened, he was alright till an hour ago. His condition didn't show any signs of complications at first, but a few minutes ago he still convulsing on the bed." Nurse Nani spelled out the situation to Terry."Convulsing huh? Press the button, we need to go down there fast. Get a BIC injection ready and also a sedative to calm him down. He can't convulse at this time, this is bad." Terry ordered Nani, muttering the last past to himself.Can't nodded and turned to the elevator bu

~~~~~ Coco Beach ~~~~~Mr. Hawthorne stood outside his vacation house, a stick of Cigarette in his hands. He was staring silently into the night sky, his other hand hanging on the balcony.Jace walked onto the balcony of the house, "Uncle, you called for me?" Jade questioned standing behind his uncle."Pick up a stick kid, hope I am not interrupting your time with your lovely wife." Mr. Hawthorne muttered with a teasing smile tugging at the edge of his lips, he looked completely different from his prim and proper appearance before people."Don't say that Uncle, she just gave birth so I can't possibly spend more time with her. She needs to take care of the baby too." Jace mumbled with a smile on his lips. He picked up his stick as his uncle told him to, lit it up, and placed it on his lips."Child you are good, tsk! I wonder why my stupid son can't be like you, he is so annoying." Mr. Hawthorne remarked in a cold tone. "If that bastard won't get married, then I think I have to force hi

Natalie Ace Mansion Natalie stared at Ace in startled silence following his unexpected marriage proposal in front of her entire family. Her heart raced as she attempted to digest his bold comments. "Marry you?" Natalie eventually spoke, barely above a whisper. "But...we have only just met. This is quite sudden." Lycan jumped up from his seat, rage on his face. "There's no way my little sister is marrying you!" he exclaimed, advancing to a protective stance in front of Natalie. "She's just a girl; you can't make these kinds of decisions for her!" "Silence," Ace said calmly, extending his hand. "This is between Natalie and myself. I'm offering her an option, not deciding for her." He returned his concentrated attention to Natalie, who wilted under the weight. "Well? What is your response?" Will you marry me? Natalie felt her parents' worried looks sear into her. She understood that marrying Ace would provide their family with financial security for the rest of their lives. But was she

Natalie felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her feet. Sell her soul, her freedom, and her entire life to Ace. The notion was so perverse, so utterly devoid of humanity, that she could scarcely process it. "You're...you're insane," she stammered, unable to fully mask the tremor in her voice. "You can't be serious." Ace's features remained coldly impassive. "I can assure you, I've never been more lucid." He rose from his seat and began slowly circling her like a predator evaluating its prey. "Think of it more as...an extremely specialized form of indentured service. One where the length and terms are indefinite." "This is madness!" Natalie knew her voice had taken on a shrill, desperate edge, but she was powerless to temper it. "You're talking about enslaving me!" Ace tsked softly. "Such an unrefined term. I prefer to think of it as bringing your potential into my dedicated service." He stopped, holding her with an intense stare that seemed to burn straight through her. "Yo

The days after Ace's terrible treatment of Natalie at dinner were a tumultuous, bizarre game of cat-and-mouse around the huge manor grounds. He seemed to take pleasure in tormenting her at every turn, his presence a foreshadowing of further degradation. But Natalie refused to be the frightened captive he had clearly intended. She shadowed his movements with a barely contained ferocity, like a cat pursuing its unwary prey through the underbrush. Every calculated smile and offhanded remark he sent her way just fueled the banked fires of her hatred. Natalie finally took advantage of an opening during one of these predatory circuits. Ace had led a pair of suspicious business associates on a tour of Hawthorne's immaculately manicured gardens and residential wings. Natalie followed them between shaded archways and groomed hedgerows, watching and waiting. Her moment arrived when the group arrived on the south patio. Natalie struck while Ace leaned against the stone balustrade, telling his gu