All Chapters of The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Xavier's gaze locked onto Cathleen, a challenge smoldering in his ice-blue eyes. "Cat, I'd like to take you out on a date," he declared, his voice a firm command that dared her to object.She tilted her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "But then, Mr. Knight, isn't it a little late since we have a little handbag to take care of?" Her tone was laced with amusement, yet she could feel the underlying seriousness of his request."Leave Bella home with the workers, or bring her along. What do you think?" His suggestion hung between them, weighted with unspoken promises.Cathleen's response came through a smile and a nod, subtle but deliberate. Xavier's expression darkened immediately. "I told you I hated nods," he growled, the chill in his voice sending a shiver down her spine."Mr. Knight, you are only a Dom in the dungeon, not outside the dungeon." Her words were daring as she rubbed cream into her legs, each stroke defiant against his claim over her.Xavier leaned in close, his bre

Avery's eyelids fluttered against the glare of a ruthless sun. Heat clawed through the half-drawn curtains, dragging her from sleep's feeble grip. A smirk played across her lips, a plan already simmering in her mind.She snatched her phone from the nightstand, thumb-jabbing at Xavier's contact like a promise of chaos. She dialed his number, but the call failed. A beep, then silence. She tried again. Same damning beep. Frustration knotted in her chest; she tossed the device aside."Fuck this," Avery hissed under her breath, the words sharp and bitter.She got up and went into the bathroom. The room echoed with the hiss of running water as she stepped into the shower, shedding her nightwear like an old skin. Water pelted her flesh, yet it was nothing compared to the storm brewing within. Her plan was going as planned; she was receiving Xavier’s empathy.She dressed to kill—or rather, dressed to fuck—she slipped into a dress that left little to the imagination. Hems rode high. Curves hug

Author Note: This chapter contains suicide and self-harm if you are triggered; please do not read.Dawn peeled through the blinds, casting a prison of shadows across Dora Jackson's face. Her eyes flicked open, heavy with the decision. She slipped from the satin sheets, her bare feet cold on the hardwood floor. There was no turning back now.The apartment felt like a mausoleum, quiet and still. She padded to Avery's room, pushing the door with a tenderness that belied the turmoil within. Avery lay there, a picture of innocence in slumber, her lips parted slightly, breaths shallow. A single wayward lock of hair marred the perfection.Dora reached out, fingertips ghosting over Avery's forehead, pushing the strand back. It felt like a betrayal, the soft sigh that escaped her lips. Her daughter, her creation, is now an unwitting Judas. The sharp sting of inevitability coiled around her heart. She couldn’t go to jail. Not that cold, unforgiving place.She leaned down, lips brushing Avery's

A day full of meetings meant Xavier was in a bad mood. His thumb pressed the screen, and a message launched into the void. He tapped his expensive pen on the maple table, each click echoing his growing disinterest. Suits and ties blurred into a parade of greed around him, their mouths moving in a symphony of bullshit. His thoughts were with Cathleen, his wife. He wanted to know how she was doing after she heard about her stepmother. He knew she wasn't going to attend the funeral. One thing about Cathleen, she didn’t know how to pretend, and Xavier knew that very well."Mr. Knight?" A voice cut through. Xavier didn't flinch. The meeting room felt small, and claustrophobic."Excuse me," he growled, standing abruptly. Chairs scraped. Murmurs swelled. But he was out, the door slamming behind him. He then sent a text message to Cathleen with an address for her to come meet him.The drive was smooth, an antidote to the stifling hours before. He pulled up, a sleek black car purring to a halt

Cathleen's jaw tightened, and she gritted her teeth as Xavier's fingers glided over her skin. She held herself back, resisting the urge to give in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He enjoyed the resistance she put up and the battle between them as she fought against him. But he knew it wouldn't last for long."Fuck," the word hissed out between her teeth—a half curse, half sigh—as he withdrew from her most sensitive spot, only to invade her with a sudden thrust. His fingers curled inside her, an unspoken invitation to succumb. Cathleen’s body betrayed her with a shudder, slick warmth coating his probing digits."Mmm, it feels like you want my dick in you right now, Cat." Xavier's voice dripped with taunting arrogance. "Do you want me to fuck you? Bend you over?"Silence hung, broken only by her stifled whimper. Her silence was submission enough for now.As he observed her, Xavier couldn't help but notice the quickening rise and fall of her chest, a clear sign of her arousal de