All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNCONVENTIONAL BRIDES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CAILA's POVI couldn't lie. I missed Jace.If someone told me I was going to have that thought last week, I would have told the person they were mad.At first, when my father had handed us over to him like commodities, I was beyond disturbed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d control every aspect of our lives, that I’d lose my freedom, I'd be unable to continue my art… that I'd lose everything. But instead of that, Jace surprised me. He didn’t try to stifle me. He didn’t try to shut me down. Instead, he encouraged me. He had even created a workspace that was way better than the one I’d made up in my head, one that was completely mine. The freedom he gave me to create was something I’d never expected, and part of me felt guilty for even appreciating it, considering the circumstances. But I couldn't help it.It had been three days since he left for the business meeting in New York. Three long days without him, and despite everything, I couldn’t deny the emptiness I felt when I woke

CAILA'S POVCreative block? Mental block? Artist block? Creator block? Whatever the name was, I was having it. I could stare at the screen for a look without hurting my eyes. I could sleep because I kept seeing an annoyed Jace and it was almost like a nightmare. I was home alone and I was bored as hell. Even the house servants and Edward were not inside. I decided to take a stroll around the house, see what I found. Since we came here - me and Aria, I have visited just three places. The dining because Jace started eating together as one of the rules even though he experienced limited vocabulary when we were eating, usually - pass me the bowl.The bedroom, because I slept there.Then my work space.Everywhere else in the house seemed foreign…As I reached the top floor of the house, I felt a little nervous. This was the area Jace had told us to stay away from. The hallway was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of moonlight peeking through the windows. The walls were brown and the

CAILA'S POV"Are you okay?" Aria asked, her voice laced with concern as she stepped out onto the porch. It was nearly 12 AM, and the cool night air wrapped around us. Aria's tired face told me she'd had a long day… her eyes were heavy, and she looked like she’d been running on fumes. I could only imagine the stress she must be under, with everything that had been going on.I paused before answering, my mind torn between wanting to spill everything to her and wanting to keep the night’s unsettling events to myself. The image of Jace earlier… his defenses cracked, his mask slipping… lingered in my thoughts. It had felt like an intimate moment; a fleeting vulnerability I wasn’t sure I was meant to witness. I didn’t doubt my sister’s integrity, but that instance seemed like a secret I had to hold onto. At the same time, I had to reassure myself that my silence was out of concern; I didn’t want to add to her burdens, particularly after witnessing that expression on her face."Yes," I repli

CAILA'S POVAs my panties flew across the room, Jace hiked up my skirt. Somehow it felt hotter - fucking me in my clothes. Jace paused and stared down at me and though I couldn't see the horny mess that I was, I could feel it - my wetness slipping from my cunt.His face sank own on me, his lips consuming my clit. I shivered at the pleasure that rocked me from side to side. Even as I tried pulling away to slow him down, he just widened my hips, his strong hands locking them down and deepened the pressure. I cried out, my hips rising to meet his lips and my hands grasping his hair and pressing his head deeper. “Jace...” I gasped but he gave me no thought. His finger were next, plundering me with such skills like he knew the exact spot to touch to lead me to the gates of heaven.“You taste so good,” his growled, sending vibrations down that tipped me over the edge. The orgasm rocked through my body but he wasn't done. His fingers were back on as he cupped my breast and his thumb ran a

ARIA'S POVDespite all the argument we always had in the house, it was such an irony that Jace insisted that we sat down at the dining together everytime we wanted to eat. But today both Jace and my sister were late and I was starving. I had to wait though. Jace hated when his food arrived before him so I sat there waiting. Immediately I had gotten back from work the previous day, I had collapsed on the bed and sleep had taken over me. I had not heard if Jace had returned home or not. Just then Jace steps out of his room and heads towards the head of the dining table. The house chef immediately brought the food and arranged it in front of them. One look at Jace and I knew he was livid. He still had that signature scowl but it had deepened. He looked like he could burst into a fight any moment.“Where is she?” he asked. “Caila,” he called her name like it tasted bitter in his mouth. I shrugged but said nothing, already stuffing things on my plate like a peasant. Caila steps out o