All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNCONVENTIONAL BRIDES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Since my marriage to both Caila and Aria, I hadn’t ventured out much. Not that it mattered. I knew the rumors would be swirling… the whispers, the raised eyebrows. It was inevitable, especially with my high profile and the fast marriage that had the media buzzing. But I couldn’t care less about the gossip.What truly mattered was business. Bad news was bad for business, and right now, I needed to close a deal with Darius Jason, the owner of Dynamo Tech, the only company in the tech industry that stood above mine. He was a tough nut to crack, but I had a way in… his weakness for beautiful women. Word had it he’d be at Orion’s House tonight, and I’d be there to make sure we sealed the deal.The limousine rolled to a stop in front of the building, and as always, my door was opened for me. I stepped out and walked to Caila, who waited for me just a step ahead of the car."Ready?" I asked, my lips curling into a smile.As I glanced at her face, the expression there made me smile.Orion's h

I stood there, watching Solomon Sleighman at the far end of the room, laughing like he had no care in the world.The ease in his demeanor, the relaxed posture he assumed… it all disgusted me. I should have known his association with me would give him access into Orion House, but I did not expect him to show up here of all places, so at home, so comfortable, as though nothing had happened. As though he hadn't just used his daughters to save his crumbling empire. He was so oblivious of the fact that his presence had just ruined my plans of getting information about the new tech Darius was working on. Just his presence along. If I lost this chance to get this information to surpass Dynamo Tech, he was going to be paying for it. Heavily.I turned back to Caila, my eyes searching hers. "You really want to go?" I asked, hoping she'd change her mind.Caila nodded, her expression subdued. I felt a pang of disappointment, but I pushed it aside. When she was talking to him, she had to be in h

I felt as though I had been sitting at my desk for ages. In reality, it had indeed been hours since it was nearly time for lunch; my fingers lingered above the keys, yet no words flowed. I had checked the distribution lines but I couldn't even see the names. The cursor flashed on the screen, seemingly taunting me for my lack of concentration on my work. My office was silent, almost oppressively so. I used to appreciate the tranquility and the opportunity to gaze out of the tall windows to admire the bustling traffic and the stunning ocean, but now I craved the sounds, anything to pull me away from my thoughts.I found it impossible to stop pondering over it.The kiss that didn't happen.I had told him, hadn’t I? Told him I’d throw up in his mouth if he tried to kiss me. But somehow, when he had come closer, his presence suffocatingly warm and powerful, I had leaned in. I had closed my eyes, waiting for him to close the distance, for him to place his lips on mine. My heart had pounde

It was 1 a.m. when I noticed the door to Caila’s room slowly opening. She had developed a routine of secluding herself in her workspace for entire days, surfacing only late at night, acting as if nothing was wrong. I knew that she usually waited until she thought I was asleep before sneaking back in, as though it made the distance between us easier to bear. But tonight, I knew better.She was avoiding me. And I… I had been avoiding her, too. The understanding struck me with the force of a heavy weight. I hated it. I hated that we had drifted apart because of everything, because of the mess Jace had put us in, because of my actions too. This tension between us... it wasn’t something I could ignore anymore. I was literally tired of it.It had been two days since Jace went to that business meeting, and as much as I hated to admit it, the house felt colder without him. But this... this was something different. It was the quiet, suffocating silence between me and my sister that hurt the mo

Here's a revised version with a clearer description of Maya's sensual moves:When Maya proposed that we apologize during dinner, I realized she meant more than just sharing a meal. Her desires were evident on her face, and her demeanor radiated allure. She looked at me with a clear craving in her eyes, holding my gaze as if she were attempting to revive the connection we once had.As she talked, her hands gestured with intentional slowness, her fingers gliding along the outline of her glass, her wrists rotating with a nuanced, alluring grace. It was a gesture I recognized all too clearly, one that had previously left me gasping but now sparked nothing but revulsion. Maya had always been a sensual person, aware of the power her body held over me. But now, her attempts to entice me only seemed desperate, a transparent ploy to regain my attention.I remembered how Edward had told me that Maya had been asking staff about my whereabouts, and how she had supposedly been in New York for work