All Chapters of My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Caspian's POVI'm a happy man. For the first time in forty-three years, I feel like I’m actually living. Desiree has made me realize that I've been unhappy all my life. I thought contentment was something I could buy, something I could control with power, money, and influence. But it turns out, happiness is more elusive than any of that—it’s found in the most unexpected places, like in the fire of a woman who challenges me at every turn.I watch her as she taps away at her phone, her brow furrowed in frustration as she tries to reach her best friend. She’s been dialing Jessica’s number for the past few minutes, and each time it goes straight to voicemail. The more it happens, the more her expression hardens, like she’s preparing for the worst. “Still nothing?” I ask, though I already know the answer.She shakes her head, her lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s weird. Jess never ignores my calls like this. Especially not after I tell her it’s important.” She punches in the number ag

From the living room, I can hear Desiree and Jessica’s voices drifting through the half-closed door. They’re gossiping like high schoolers at a sleepover, and I can’t help but smile.“Oh my God, Dee, this is insane! You marry Caspian Hart out of nowhere, and then just casually show up in my kitchen like it’s no big deal? He’s so handsome. Like, really handsome. Is there a ring? Tell me there's a ring!”Desiree laughs and tries to hush her, but it’s no use. “Yes, there’s a ring, Jess. It’s Tiffany, of course.”I can practically hear Jessica’s gasp of delight. “Let me see it! You didn’t even think to show me before dropping the bombshell? Priorities, Dee!”“I was a little preoccupied with getting married!”Jessica’s voice drops slightly, becoming more serious. “But, Dee, what are you doing? You really married him? Like, for real?”There’s a pause, and I lean forward slightly, curious to hear Desiree’s response. When she finally speaks, her voice is softer. “I know it sounds crazy. It is

Caspian's standing behind me. I can feel him watching me. His gaze lingers on my neck. I hold my breath, aware of how close he is.“Do you like our room, Cherry?” he says, his warm breath brushing against my skin.“It’s beautiful,” I reply.Actually, beautiful is an understatement. But I'm at a loss for words at the moment, so beautiful will have to do.Caspian moves closer. “Not as beautiful as you,” he says, and I blush. Gosh, this man. How does he do that? With just a few words, he makes me feel flustered and special all at once. It's a wonder he never got married, with his sweet tongue and all. Someone should have snatched him a long time ago.I clear my throat and change the topic, to regain control. “Are my things still in the car? I need my toiletries and stuff to freshen up.”Before I can blink, Caspian’s hands are on my shoulders, gently turning me around to face him. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if he’s enjoying how flustered

Someone's arm is around me.I slowly open my eyes, trying to remember where I am. Everything is so strange. The soft bed. The spacious and fancy bedroom. A strongly built person is sleeping behind me, his arm roping me to his chest. And he's hard—very, very hard.Oh, my god. Did I just have my first one-night stand?But as I look around, memories from yesterday hit me.Caspian. My husband. We got married yesterday. I remember everything—how quickly it all happened, the tour of his mansion, and that intense shower.“Caspian,” I say. He doesn't reply.I think about slipping out of his grip, but even in his sleep, he’s holding me tight, like he doesn’t want to let go. I check the clock. It’s early, just a hint of sunlight coming through the curtains. I could wake him up, move away, and get some space, but something stops me. There’s something comforting about the way he’s holding me. It makes me feel safe, even in all this craziness. I attempt to lift his arm, but, good lord, how heavy

Desiree's POV“How many staff does one need in a house?” I mutter under my breath as yet another person steps forward with a polite “Congratulations.”So far, eleven people have come to offer their good wishes at breakfast, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that all these people work in this house. It’s like I’ve landed in a Downton Abbey episode.Caspian leans closer, a slight grin tugging at his lips. “And this is our chef, Douglas,” he says, gesturing toward a short, stocky man who steps forward with the confidence of someone twice his height.Douglas barely reaches four feet, but his presence is anything but small. His sharp eyes scan me with an unsettling mix of curiosity and something else I can’t quite place. Maybe I’m imagining it, but there’s a flicker of interest—or is that desire?—in his gaze. I blink, unsure if I’m reading too much into it.“Nice to meet you, Douglas,” I say. “The meal was incredible.”“It’s nothing,” he replies smoothly, puffing out his