All Chapters of Bride of Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Killian broke the kiss, I even chased his lips because I wanted more of it. Killian could really easily burn my whole body, and I craved for him terribly. I flinched at how cold his eyes were while staring at me. He was gripping my jaw tightly. “You are mine the moment you married me, Cassandra. Remember that.” His voice was harsh and firm. I bit my trembling lower lip and nodded at him. There was fear in my heart, but I could feel more happiness hearing his possessiveness. He looked jealous; I could feel it. Call me delusional or assuming, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t mind being under his mercy. “Yes, Killian. I’m sorry about earlier.” My voice was soft, I caressed his arms to calm him. I leaned and kissed him softly. “Let’s go home.” “No. We are not going home.” He was staring at me darkly and full of lust. My forehead creased. “We’ll go back inside?” He gritted his teeth. He looked like he didn’t like what I just said. My heart was beating too loud again. I was about t

I took a deep breath and sighed. I was trying to calm my nerves as I walked towards him and kissed his cheek. He just glanced at me for a second before he looked at his mother. I bit my lower lip. I didn’t know what to do anymore. They might end up fighting verbally here since they were not on good terms. “You paid all she bought?” Killian’s brow raised and his forehead creased as he looked at me with his dark and strict gaze. I was frozen for a moment because of how cold his voice was. I nodded my head slowly and my heart kept beating loudly. He let out a loud breath as if he couldn’t believe it, making me bite my lower lip. “You made my wife pay for that? Aren’t you embarrassed at all?” He clicked his tongue. He was so sarcastic as he said it to his mother. I couldn’t help but gasp at how rude Killian was. She was still his mother! His mother just laughed as if it was nothing before she looked at me and smiled softly. “Come on, Son. She offered to pay for this," she sai

Heart thorned. My mind was messed up. My whole being weakened. I wiped the tears that were falling from my eyes and sighed deeply. My heart felt so heavy and clenched. I looked at the families who were having their bonds here in the park while I was just sitting here with a broken soul. My lips broke into a bitter smile. They looked so happy and alive. How I wished I had that kind of family. “And what is a beautiful lady doing here?”I heard a familiar voice making me look where that voice was coming from. I saw Mr. Rossetti sitting on the bench beside me. My lips parted and my eyes widened. “What are you doing here? Are you following me?” I asked, accusing him. He squinted his eyes and stared at me. “Did you cry?” My lips parted before I avoided his gaze. “W-What? I’m not.”“He is such a jerk for making a beautiful lady cry.” He was shaking his head and chuckling like he couldn’t believe it. I pressed my lips together and didn’t say a word. I just stared at nowhere. Good thing

Killian went back to his usual treatment. Cold and distant. I was really hurt and disappointed, when in fact I should get used to it. It was just that... I thought something would change after that night we shared. It was a week that passed since I hadn’t talked to him.As I entered the building, I was greeted by their unusual stare, and they were watching something on their while looking at me with... pity in their eyes. My forehead creased at what was going on. I went to Killian’s office but he wasn’t there. I called him but I got no answer. Oh, God... something was wrong. I heard my phone ringing, making me look at it, and I saw Claire calling me. I immediately answered it.“Hey, what’s up?”“Oh, God! Are you okay, Cass?” Her voice was in a hurry and full of concern.My forehead creased in confusion. “W-What? Of course, I’m fine...”“You must have seen the news.” “What? What are you talking about, Claire?” I got really curious and confused about what was happening today. I hear

The office had become both my sanctuary and my prison. Every morning, I walked in with the hope that today would be different—that Killian would glance up from his desk, his gaze softening. But every morning, he remained as cold and distant as ever, a wall of ice that I couldn’t seem to thaw. I couldn’t let go. The divorce papers sat untouched on my desk at home, a reminder of the inevitable, but I wasn’t ready to give up. Not on him. Not on us. So, I kept trying. I poured all my energy into every small gesture, hoping he’d see how much I still cared. Today, I had chosen his favorite lunch—pan-seared salmon, the way he liked it, with a side of roasted vegetables. My hands trembled as I packed it up, adding a note, a simple “Have a good day. I hope you like it, Killian.” Maybe he wouldn’t read it, but I had to try. I carried the lunch toward his office, the usual nervous flutter filling my chest. What if today was different? What if this small act was enough to remind him of what