All Chapters of Billionaire's Unlikely Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Julie’s legs nearly gave way beneath her. She didn’t know what to do. Both her father and her brother were now fighting for their lives, and she was powerless to help either of them. She didn't know how to face this on her own. Everything was happening so fast and she had never had to deal with anything like this before. Her father and Mason always took care of everything, and when they weren’t around, Damon... Damon! Her hands trembled as she pulled out her phone, dialing Damon’s number with shaking fingers. She needed someone to tell her what to do! The phone rang twice before Damon picked up. "Hey Julie, how are you?" His voice was calm. Julie’s voice cracked as she tried to speak, sobbing a moment before she managed to get her voice under control. “Damon?” Julie whispered, not sure what to say. “What’s wrong, kid?” Damon asked, falling directly into big-brother-protector mode. “Where’s Mason?” “Damon, please... I don't know what to do. Dad had a heart attack. I saw him col

“How did all of this happen?” she whispered, reaching for Emily’s hand and holding on tight. “You want me to explain the birds and the bees to ya, kid?” Damon teased, tension still in his voice as he tried to lighten the mood a little. He glared at Justin before finally accepting that there were more important things than Justin’s petty behavior. He was determined to figure out what the bastard was up to but, in the meantime… “Truce?” Justin nodded shortly, accepting the offer. “This isn’t over,” Damon warned him. “But there’s too much going on and Raven needs things to be calm. So you just got lucky, I’ll back off. For now.” Justin sighed. “Look,” he began, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I know I’ve been an asshole, and no one has any reason to trust me. But when I saw Mason’s car mangled into the tires of that truck… puts things in perspective, know what I mean?” “Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m not sure I believe you, but I know what you mean.” ~~~~ The minutes felt l

Three days later, the atmosphere was tense. Friends, family, and colleagues gathered to say their final goodbyes to Charles Barrett. The cemetery was filled with mourners. Raven stood near the front, her hand resting protectively over her belly. She felt disconnected from everything around her. Damon stood beside her, his hand on her back. Though his eyes were glassy with unshed tears, he still tried his best to stay strong. Justin stood at a corner with Mia trying to comfort him. Julie was with Emily. Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out from excessive crying. When it was Raven’s turn to speak, she stepped forward, her heart pounding. She clutched the edges of the podium, her knuckles turning white as she tried to steady herself. "I never got to meet my father," she began, her voice shaky. "For a long time, I wondered what it was like to have a father’s love. Until I met Charles." She paused, her throat tightening. "Charles wasn’t just Mason’s father. He becam

Justin woke up to the warmth of the sunlight penetrating through the blinds, he felt a soft body nestled against him. He opened his eyes to see Mia sleeping beside him, curled into him, her head against his chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, with her hair spread out around her face like an angel's halo. Somehow, at that moment, she was more beautiful than ever before. And, somehow, this moment felt right. Like he was supposed to be there, with this woman in his arms. His life suddenly felt real for the first time, like something inside him was awakening and this cleared in his vision. Uncle. Mason. He and Mason could have grown up together, like brothers, but his jealousy and resentment ruined that. He always saw Mason as the Golden Child. Everyone saw him and no one saw Justin. He realized that he had a second chance to make things right, to build a new life, and to make up for the things he regretted. Smiling, he leaned over and kissed Mia gently on the lips. Her eyes f

Damon walked around the kitchen, glancing at the stovetop where the pot simmered. He stirred the fragrant chicken soup, the delicious scent filled the air. Damon was concerned about Raven; he had been for some time because Raven had barely touched her meals in the past few days; she'd become very picky with food and kept telling him she was fine, that she was merely tired. He didn’t believe her; he knew it was more than that, but he didn’t want to explore his feelings around the stress they shared as someone they cared about lay unconscious in the hospital. In a coma. With no idea whether he would wake up, Damon was losing hope and that made him angry with himself, as if his loss of faith would be Mason’s downfall. Raven and her emotions were unpredictable. One moment, she was smiling; the next moment, she was crying profusely. He had been doing some reading, the traditional book, “What to Expect when Expecting”, to make sure he would know how to take care of her just as well as Maso