บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Moonlight sliced through the darkness, casting a ghostly pall over Cathleen's sleeping form. Xavier sat motionless, an ominous silhouette against the dim light, as he watched her. Her chest rose and fell with rhythmic certainty, yet her words carved the silence with jagged edges."He killed my daughter because our marriage was a sham," she whispered, "and he didn't want me. Just like he didn't want my daughter. It's just a matter of time before he kills me."The venomous words hung in the air, dripping with accusation and fear. Xavier’s jaw clenched. He reached out, his hand hovering—then waved it gently over her face, testing reality against the nightmares that held her captive."Cat, Bella is alive," he murmured, his voice low and steady, a stark contrast to the tremble in her dream-laden accusations. "Just give me time. You will meet her. She's a fighter, just like you."The words were a talisman, meant to ward off the dark omens that plagued her sleep. His daughter—a secret pulsin

Xavier's patience frayed, the leather of the steering wheel groaning under his tightening grip. Hours ticked by, each minute sharpening his anticipation to a keen edge. The Thompson mansion loomed, indifferent to his vigilance. Finally, the heavy oak door creaked open.Cathleen emerged, her stride faltering, exhaustion etched in the shadows beneath her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Knight; my client was rather too energetic." Her voice carried a brittle cheer, a veneer over steel."Understandable," Xavier responded, his tone smooth as the silk of her blouse. "Men like Thompson—all bluster, no stamina. You might have done the fucking all by yourself." His lips curled into something that could pass for a smile. It didn't reach his eyes.She parted her lips, perhaps to argue, but he silenced her with a gesture, opening the door of the SUV with deliberate slowness. A wordless command—get in. She complied.With the engine purring, Xavier guided the vehicle onto the road, the night swallowing them

Cathleen's gaze was ice, her form rigid as she confronted the impossible scene before her. The weight of her stare pinned Xavier down, even as he cradled the infant—allegedly theirs—in his arms. Her lips trembled, a single tear carving a path down her flushed cheek. Anguish and disbelief warred in her eyes."Xavier, I know I blamed you for her death, but this baby isn't our Bella," she asserted, her voice laced with a venomous mix of sorrow and accusation. She turned on her heel, desperate to escape the torment of his deception."Cathleen, stop!" Xavier's plea sliced through the thickening silence, raw and pleading."Xavier, I know you want to make it up to me," she spat out, halting but not turning to face him. "But bringing another baby can't change anything.""Look at her," he commanded, closing the gap between them, his voice a mix of steel and desperation. "You don't have to touch her; just look at her."She stood immobile as if her feet were cemented to the floor. Xavier edged c

The air was thick, laced with impatience and a slight stench of desperation. Board members leaned forward, their eyes fixed on Xavier, who sat at the head of the long mahogany table, detached. His fingers drummed a silent rhythm against the leather of his chair—tap, tap, tap—his mind elsewhere entangled in a war between longing and resentment."Are we ever going to find out who is behind the Eye Of The Ocean?" The question sliced through the tension like a whip's crack, stark against the murmur of suits and ties. They wanted answers. They craved the thrill of unmasking the enigma that had eluded them for far too long. But Xavier? His thoughts were ensnared by the cold shift in Cathleen’s affection; her once scorching gaze now warmed for another—a tiny angel that wrapped her world in pink innocence."Sir," a voice called, tentative, almost drowned by the heavy thud of Xavier's heart. It was the sound of a man splintered by his own making.He turned slowly, as if every muscle fought aga

Xavier's shadow loomed in the dim corridor, his father's words still echoing in his mind, a cacophony of disappointment and old money. His footsteps, heavy with the weight of legacy, carried him away, past the portraits of stern ancestors, to the sanctuary of his childhood room—his escape from the man he was expected to be.Silence greeted him but for the soft breaths of his little moonbeam, Bella's chest rising and falling in the tranquil rhythm of sleep. A sliver of moonlight caressed her face, painting her in ethereal strokes of silver and shadow. Xavier stood there, a moment suspended, watching the little girl, who had become both his torment and obsession, just like her mother.The distant sound of water shattered the stillness, pulling him from his reverie. He shed his clothes, the fabric slipping from his skin like discarded restraints, leaving him in nothing but his underwear—a man unmasked. The tiles were cold against his feet as he approached the bathroom, the mist from the