All Chapters of Sold by my ex-husband, I became the Rogue’s breeder : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Freya I stared out the window, watching as the maids trooped in and out of the castle, holding luxurious fashion bags and all of that. Celeste was preparing for her anniversary with Thorne, and she seemed invested in everything that she shared with Thorne. But, I couldn’t say the same for the other person. Thorne. With an exasperated sigh, I glanced over my shoulder, stealing a look at the man lounging on the edge of the table, casually absorbed in his book. The more I stared at him, the more my mind was swamped with confusion because wasn't it ironic that while Celeste was busy with the preparations for the anniversary party, Thorne was always here? In his free time, he would check up on me. Before he leaves the castle, he would check on me. Thorne’s recent shift in behavior wasn't only scary but suffocating at the same time. I squinted my eyes suspiciously, trying to study his face and decipher what could be going through his mind. The more I stared at him, the m

Celeste’s P.O.V A wave of anger coursed through me as I watched the delicate white flakes swirling in the wind. The more I watched the snow, the more my pulse quickened. Why now? Why would it freaking snow when it was two days to my anniversary? I rolled my eyes, closing the drapes while running my hands through my hair. “Why couldn't it have snowed after Thorne’s and my anniversary?” “Now I have to watch the snow with him when I have no plans of stepping out of my room today” A painful groan rumbled from my throat as I made way for the walk-in closet. I rummaged through my wardrobe, pushing a pile of clothes aside while reaching for the long faux fur coat that Thorne had given me as a gift last winter. Thorne and I had this tradition of watching the first snow of the year together. It was a tradition that we have upheld for years and right now, the whole snow-watching thing was starting to get boring and frustrating for me. If it weren't for the fact that he

Thorne’s POV The grand hall buzzed with music as I stood at the entrance watching as the guests milled around with champagne flutes. Despite my brows that tugged in a frown, I gesticulated for my brother, Enzo to come towards me. Enzo leaned in, his lips quirking in a smirk. “Are you that impatient for Celeste because I am sure you called me to ask about her whereabouts” He glanced up at me and when he did, his eyes locked onto eyes that blazed with fury. The smirk on his face disappeared while he straightened, his expression shifting into a serious one. “Okay, what is the issue?” “Did you make sure that the fur coat was delivered to Freya? The snow has been relentless this evening and considering her condition…” I paused when I saw the way Enzo squinted his eyes at me suspiciously. Enzo glanced around before he toned down his voice. “Why are you worried about her when today is your anniversary?” “Because she is carrying my babies and I have to be present in this jour

Celeste’s P.O.V I could feel the dried tears on my cheeks as my gaze lingered on Freya, who had slipped out of consciousness. Her feet, her hands, and her mouth were all bound and the longer I stared at her, the more a storm of fury brewed deep within me. My eyes closed shut, my mind replaying the way Thorne had humiliated me by professing his love to Freya on a night that was supposed to be ours. The fact that he even looked my father in the eye and disrespected him. A tear tracked down my face as my eyes fluttered open and a low chuckle that escalated into full-blown laughter left my mouth. “What do I do to you, Freya? What do I do to you for all the pain that you have caused me ever since you stepped into my life?” My grip tightened around the cold blade in my hand. At that moment, my mind drifted to when Thorne had grabbed the bat from my hands and tossed it to the ground before I could break the windshield of his third car. He had stared at me with this glint of i

Thorne I got out of the car, heaving an exasperated sigh while adjusting the black coat draped over my shoulder. As soon as the door slammed shut, a maid rushed towards me, lowering her head in reverence for me while trying to collect the bag containing the potted plant that I had gotten for Freya pending the time that she would regain consciousness. Anxiety crept at the back of my neck and despite the new doctor telling me that she would regain consciousness, I couldn’t get rid of the fear that lingered in my mind. The what ifs. Ever since I saved her from the fire, I had stayed by her side, tendering to her. My fear heightened when her fever burned high, and I had to place damp clothing on her head to cool her down. Astrid had wanted to help but since I was the reason she was in that situation, I decided to take the responsibility. Plus it was my responsibility to stick by her side and take care of her irrespective of the situation. At that moment, my mind drifted ba