All Chapters of The Billionaire's 200-Day Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Make me yours," she whispered.William stood there, gazing at her. He didn't expect this would be the second present she wanted.Taking steps to fill in the gap between them, he cupped her cheek. A smile grazed his lips as he spoke, "You don't have to feel obliged to do this. I don't want you to–""I want it, trust me." Jessica held his hand on her face, she looked down, her cheek redening even more. "I want you," she muttered.William lifted her chin to meet his gaze. Slowly, he leaned in to capture her lips. He lifted her in his arms, walking to the bed, their lips never leaving each other.He laid her gently on bed, her hands buried in his hair as they kiss. Something about him felt addictive, intoxicating.William broke the kiss and lowered his head. Jessica's breathing became uneven when his lips met with her chest, sending shivers down her spine.He peppered kisses on her body, trailing further down. When Jessica realized where he was heading to, she closed her legs, blushing.

The wedding ceremony was nothing short of luxurious. Soft classical music played in the background as guests watched with anticipation as the bride walked down the aisle till she stopped before the groom.Belinda stood beside Jericho, glowing in her attire. Her makeup was impeccable, and her veil sparkled under the light. Jericho, dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looked composed, though his face carried an unreadable tension.The priest smiled warmly and soon enough the rites began.“Do you, Jericho Smith, take Belinda Harrison to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”A heavy silence fell over the hall as everyone waited for Jericho’s response.Jericho’s lips parted, but no words came out.The hall suddenly grew more tense, seeing the hesitation in his eyes.Belinda’s hands clenched slightly around his as a flicker of fear crossed her eyes. The murmurs among the guests g

The bright studio lights cast a warm glow over the set, illuminating the two actresses seated on a bench in the middle of the college-themed backdrop. The cameras were rolling, capturing every movement and emotion as Belinda playing Daria, turned to Jessica who played Graciela. "You should tell him," Daria urged, eyes shining with excitement. "You've been crushing on Wyatt for years. What's stopping you?" she said.Graciela hesitated, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her skirt. "What if he doesn't feel the same way?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Daria scoffed playfully, nudging her best friend. "Then at least you’ll know, and you won’t spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been. Come on, Graciela, you’re smart, beautiful, and kind. Wyatt would be crazy not to like you back." Daria scoffed.Graciela smiled hesitantly. "You really think so?" She muttered shyly.Daria beamed. "I know so! You have nothing to lose. C'mon girl!" Daria nudged he

Rachael turned to face Fred, the gun still in her shaky hands. Fred stood there, his expression calm yet with an undeniable edge. His eyes narrowed, and he asked again, "What are you doing in my stuff?"Stuttering, Rachael struggled to find her voice. "What’s a gun doing in your stuff? And how did you get all that money?" The words tumbled out of her lips. She felt a mix of fear and anger stirring within her.Fred took the gun from her trembling hands, his grip firm and confident. He picked up the black bag that had been lying on the floor. Without another word, he walked toward the door."Fred! Wait!" Rachael shouted, her heart racing as she followed him, desperate for answers. "What did you do to have all that money? What’s going on?"He abruptly stopped, spinning around to face her. "Stop asking questions, woman! Mind your f**king business!" His voice thundered through the living room, "You’re the one who told me to find a job. I did. I found one that suits me just fine." He said.

Fred's head was low, unconscious. He was chained up to a chair. The dropping of water echoed in the quiet room. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a punch landed on his face, waking him up."F**k!" He spat painfully."I couldn't wait any longer," Alexis smirked, tying a white clothing round his right fist.Free tried moving but his movements were restricted. He began struggling uncontrollably."Motherf**ker! Let me go! Is it because of the money? Did they send you to get back the money?" Fred smirked, "We'll share it. 50-50... Are you in?" He asked.Alexis immediately landed another punch on his face."Bastard," Alexis sneered, grabbing him tightly by the hair with one arm while the other rained punches on his face."You f**king piece of sh*t... How dare you..." Rage contoured his face as he kept hitting him non stop."Alex, enough," Rachael intervened, holding his wrist.Fred vomited blood. His face was covered with blood—he looked unrecognizable.His gaze narrowed when he saw Rachael, "You.