บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Pawn : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Arabella's POVAsher had acted strangely throughout today, and I couldn’t understand why. He felt so distant, like he was here but not present. He had barely been around the suite, always leaving without saying where he was going. As I stood there, sitting on the edge of the bed while my gaze was at the clock. He had been gone for more than two hours and the very room seemed to be suffocating me. I had to keep myself busy doing anything that would bring a new train of thought, anything that would make me stop thinking about him. I couldn’t look at the clock any longer because just one more sound of the ticking of the clock could set me up in knots. Perhaps the beach would help me think a bit clearer, so I thought it could be a good idea to go swimming, as I hadn't swam on a beach beforeI wore my swimsuit and headed to the beach. I swam for a while thereafter just to get a feeling of the water calming my nerves. However, even when I was inside the water, I couldn't stop thinking ab

Arabella’s POV I watched Asher load the last of our bags into the trunk. As I looked around the suite, I really didn't want to leave . I wanted to spend another day in the suite. Maybe starting life in the suite would be better but our honeymoon was over, and we were heading back to Birmingham, back to our real lives. I had a meeting with my family lawyer, and Asher had decided to come along. When he opted to follow me, I couldn't help grin from ear to ear, I felt like the luckiest person on earth right now. As we settled into the car, Asher's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and put it on speaker. "It's my father," he said, trying to sound casual. "Probably just checking on us after the honeymoon, he has been asking of you non stop, it’s better he hears your voice" Asher answered the call, and a furious voice exploded from the phone. "Get the hell here right now, you bastard!" his father screamed. Asher ended the call quickly, his face tight with worry. "What’s wrong?" I as

Arabella’s POVAs I stepped out of the car, I saw Mr. Robinson, he seemed to be heading out. "Good day sir," I greeted him with a smile."Good day, Arabella," he replied warmly, but then I noticed a small trickle of blood that went down his fingers."You're bleeding," I gasped, my eyes widening in shock and concern."Oh, this?" He said, as he pointed to his hands and waved it off dismissively."It's nothing.""Are you sure? It looks bad.""Really, it's nothing to worry about, my secretary would treat it for me," he said. "How was the honeymoon? I hope Asher treated you well?" He asked, trying to change the conversation.I nodded, still worried about the wound "Yeah he did, it was so wonderful and we had a great time.""Good to hear," he said with a nod. "I knew you two would definitely enjoy it.""We did. Thanks a lot for that, I appreciate it, as the honeymoon was filled with so much.""Well, I'm glad you had fun, how is your health? I heard from Asher that you were down with a fev

Ashers POVDriving to my father's home made my heart pound, my fingers slick with sweat. “I'm nervous as hell. I hope this ends well. There has to be another way out besides him disowning me.” As I approached the house, I felt a wave of nostalgia all over me. I hadn't been here in about ten years due to the memories of the house and the memories were ones I wished I could forget as I still had traumas about my childhood. “Damnit, I don't want to be here.”I stepped into the parlor, and the past rushed back. I vividly remember that seven years old me. I was seven years old, hiding behind the worn-out couch, my breath shallow. Mrs. Blackwood's voice echoed through the house. "Come out, you bastard!" Her footsteps grew louder. My hands were sweaty, my heart raced. I felt the sting of the first spanking, sharp and humiliating. Later, she dragged me to the little room downstairs, locking me inside. The darkness was suffocating. _Why is she being mean to me?” I had always asked as I crie

Arabella's POVAt the very sight of Asher, I broke into a run. My feet pounded the ground, my heart racing not just from the sprint but from the emotions, I barely could hide my excitement. The moment I reached him, I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. My chest tightened as I felt him stiffen and shift slightly, his face twisted slightly in paint. It was as if any time his body came in contact with mine, he experienced pain. “ Oh shit, his bruises' 'I muttered to myself.My eyes welled up with tears, and I fought to keep my voice steady. "I'm so sorry, Asher," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I removed my hands from his.He gave a small, strained smile, trying to hide the pain. "There is no need to be. Can we have breakfast already." He saidThe fact he was pretending to be okay, broke me. I could see how stressed he looked, the pain from his bruises, and the way he was forcing himself to pretend he was okay. His lips brus