All Chapters of The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Cathleen's long lashes fluttered open, revealing a soft, pale light that sliced across the unfamiliar sheets. Her heart began to race as she frantically looked around the room, desperately trying to remember where she was. Panic clawed at her throat like sharp claws, threatening to consume her. But then, a dim memory rose to the surface and slowly softened the edges of her fear. Bella. Grandfather's unexpected visit. The pieces slowly fell into place as she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. The room smelled of fresh linen and lavender, the sunlight filtering in through sheer curtains like flecks of gold dust dancing on the walls. She could hear birds chirping outside, their cheerful melody bringing a sense of peace to her anxious mind. With each passing moment, Cathleen felt more and more at ease.She rolled over on the bed, and she froze.A line of moisture glistened on Xavier's sharply defined cheek, evidence of a single tear that had fallen. It seemed impossible. Xavier

Olivia's hands trembled, the paper crackling like a dry leaf in her grip. her heart pounding in her ears as she stared down at the second paternity report. The room felt suffocating, her elaborate web of lies starting to unravel around her. Old Mr. Knight loomed before her, his gaze piercing, unrelenting. She felt naked under his scrutiny, exposed and vulnerable. Her heart pounded, each beat a deafening drum in her ears."No," she whispered, "this can't be... it's not... not possible." She says, staring at the man."This is fake," she stammered, clutching at the lies that were unraveling before her. "My son is Xavier's.""Why are you so obsessed with my son?" The old man's voice was a blade, cutting through the tension. "Why claim the baby as his when you knew the truth?"She swallowed hard, her throat tight with fear. The walls seemed to close in on her, the air thick with accusation. How did they get my son's sample? Her mind raced, but no answer came."It's fake, it can't be," she

Cathleen's heels clicked on the polished concrete, a staccato rhythm lost amidst the moans and sharp slaps echoing through the dimly lit hall. Velvet ropes created islands of debauchery in a sea of eager observers. Her gaze flitted around, trying to anchor herself in this new reality.She paused near one such island. A woman, her back arched in submission, was being secured to a bench. The tall figure shrouding her in darkness moved with precision, the leather straps tightened across pale wrists and ankles, a belt cinching at the waist. Escape was a fantasy here.In the subdued lighting, green eyes glinted briefly at Cathleen before they vanished behind a blindfold. The woman in black whispered to her captive, eliciting a nod and a smile that seemed too serene for the circumstances. Standing upright, the Dom lady noticed Cathleen's stare. The woman winked at Cathleen, and it sent a shockwave down Cathleen's spine, a silent challenge cast before she turned to her table of implements.T

The elevator chimed its arrival at the penthouse suite, a metallic whisper before doors slid open. Cathleen stepped out into opulence shadowed by an ominous hush. Xavier's grip on her hand tightened as he led her through the sprawling space, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet."Xavier, what is this place?" Cathleen's voice echoed slightly, betraying her unease."Something special for you," he murmured, guiding her past the usual trappings of luxury to an inconspicuous door at the far end. He didn't knock—this was his domain.With a click, darkness greeted them, until Xavier reached in and flicked the lights on. Cathleen's breath hitched. This wasn't a bedroom; it was a playroom. The walls were lined with shelves, a dark smorgasbord of leather and steel. In the center, the spanking bench loomed—a cruel promise under the stark light."You bring your victims here?" Her words came out sharper than intended, spiked with jealous venom."No, you are the first victim here, Cat." His voi

Xavier's voice sliced through the air, as merciless as his stare. "Are you sure you want a cock inside your needy little pussy?" His fingers grazed her heat, the head of the dildo pressing insistently against her. Cathleen's body responded with an eager betrayal, her folds parting in silent plea."Please," she managed to gasp out, the sharp edge of her usual defiance now dulled by raw need. "I thought you asked me if I was ready already. Please, Xavier, I'm ready.""Tell me how bad you want it," Xavier demanded, his words a velvet threat that sent a shiver down her spine."I want it so bad," Cathleen groaned, unable to disguise the craving woven into every syllable. Her hips betrayed her, seeking friction, grinding against the unyielding silicone head."Please, just do it. Just fuck me with the damn dildo, please!" The words tumbled from her lips, a cascade of surrender.Xavier's response was a pause, the kind that stretched seconds into eternities. The dildo retracted, and Cathleen's