All Chapters of A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The next thing I knew, I was taking very slow, calculated steps to the sitting room in a bid not to alert Adrian about the storm brewing inside me. Each foot into this room, time seemed to swallow me in; underfoot, the floor trembled, as if poised to sink me and swallow me whole. I fell into a small chair and burst into a storm of sobs, burying my face between my palms. Gushes of tears which seemed to form a river of pain flowed down my cheeks, each drop a sore reminder of failure; and each sob bore witness to my agony.The very chair seemed to embrace me, its insufficient cushions replacing real comfort. I felt slaughtered, my emotions raw and naked, crying for what seemed forever, with my heart broken into a zillion pieces. Everything around me grew dim, shriveling upon the sound of my hitching breath and the feeling of tears streaming down my face. Alone in utter terror and despair, I truly was, with no lifeline in sight.The road to the wardrobe was one marked with a dulled purpos

Suddenly, abruptly he withdrew from me and set his gaze directly into mine. "On your stomach," he mouthed in a smooth pulse of lust driving his words home. I obeyed him, feeling his grip on my hips as he maneuvered me. There was pressure from the head of his cock onto my ass, and I became tense waiting for the pain."Shhh, relax, babe," he would whisper hotly in my ear; with one just thrust, he was all the way inside me; the initial sharp pain was bombarded with pleasure as he began to thrust. Thrusting hard and fast, he drove pleasure through me; I moaned a bit, biting my lip, trying to keep the screech in.His hand worked its way around to my clit while he kept mercilessly pounding into me. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure so great I could barely handle it. Feeling my clutch escape, he withdrew, spun me on my back.His cock found my pussy effortlessly, sliding into me. He leaned down, taking my lips for a heated kiss, and began to thrust. Fingers still working my clit l

"My mom!" I screamed from the depths of my being in an agonizing cry of the spirit echoing through the room. "Is she dead?" My voice quivered; the last few words were hardly spoken, as if I feared to utter the truth. "No, this has got to be a mistake," I stammered in disbelief. "Who knows? Maybe you just misread it." I gave a laugh, a chilling, mirthless sound, like a cracking piece of ice, as I desperately sought a way to wipe the truth away, to evade the overwhelming press of reality.In Adrian's gaze, however, a serious expression planted itself, with stormy eyes clashing with distant emotion, like storm clouds brooding somewhere far away. "Ahhh, I laugh, who knows, we were probably rushing to read," he said, voice low and husky, then paused, level eyes searching mine for understanding, for acceptance. "You know I wouldn't joke about something like that," he stated flatly, with determination. "I'm serious, baby." His finger pointed at the paper, trembling slightly."See, here?" sai

Dueling gazes. Like a mind reader conjuring deep thoughts, my eyes were fixed on his. The soft golden rays emanating from the table made us feel warm, tenderly caressing our features as we got lost in our thoughts. "What's wrong, baby?” I asked softly, a tone seeking to comprehend; like a true seeker.A devilish glimmer sparkled in his eyes, reflecting the glint of mischief like a person who had just sprung a secret. But his face looked oddly serious: his lips chiseled, his jaw clenched like one who meant to deliver a truth. "Julian and Samuel are working together," he said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial stage, like one about to let someone in on a secret.A strange, wild emotion erupted: like a punch in the gut. My eyes popped, my brows jumped, like a confession that shocked the living daylights out of somebody. "How do you know that?" I asked, my voice a gentle probe, like one who knew there was more to discover here. My hands were clasped, like a person praying, as I waite

Slowly, the daylight continued in creeping into my room like a person slowly revealing a hidden treasure until I turned to Adrian, soft and gentle like somebody waking a sleeping beauty, and said," It's morning, babe," with the cheesiest gaze into his sleepy eyes.Adrian opened his eyes like the guy who could feel the waking world far away from him and looked confusedly at me, like someone who has just found a half-remembered dream. But as soon as he registered everything, the face showed the sudden awakening of a dreamer. "Today is the day of the proposal," I remarked, my voice echoing excitement like that of a kid anticipating a big adventure.His response was swift as to something alarming. "Seriously?" he exclaimed in a loud and clear voice, as if a person had some exciting news for the world. And he immediately flew into action, so I had to laugh at his excitement.I made a finger at him—the person who playfully teased someone for the same reason. Adrian caught how I laughed; he