All Chapters of Forbidden Love With My Husband's Billionaire Cousin : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SCOTTThe cellar was pitch black and empty, but I knew I wasn't alone.I tried to remember where the switch was but I had never had to use it, and by the way I didn't know where exactly I stood. I only knew I stood in the cellar because of the strong and fascinating aroma of wine still in barrels, and just the sheer familiarity of the room.I had been here before, and never alone – unless for one night though, the last night.I tried to call out for help, to get someone to save me, but my mouth wouldn't move, the words stuck in my throat and only re-echoed in my brain, but even the situation didn't scare me, didn't make my heart beat like a child who is alone in bed during a thunderstorm.What is going on, can someone please explain this? Unless there is no one else but me in the eerie darkness.I soon felt a hand trail down from my shoulder and slowly down to my chest and belly, and I needed no soothsayer to tell me I wasn't alone after all, and that I definitely knew who it was.All

CAMILLE.I never wished for my own car the way I wished for one as I stood by the sidewalk while I kept ordering rides right after the drivers canceled.At some points there were no more rides in the area and I wondered if that was ever even possible?I needed to get home real fast, and if any bit of luck was still on my side,then maybe I will find the note still in my jacket – but this strong feeling in my chest won't let me embrace the glint of hope I clutched desperately on to.I should have read that note when I had the chance instead of letting my emotions get in the way. What was I even thinking?Well, whatever I was thinking, I was convinced then that no matter what grudge I was holding against her, I will forever perish in the guilt of knowing I let my best friend and sister die because of a very simple issue – okay, not a simple issue, but even though.A message popped up on my phone just as I was ordering the – was it the fifth or sixth – ride?, and it was from James.“I am

SCOTTThe days have been moving by so quickly.It's been days since that terrifying nightmare, but somehow, it still haunts my nights and days as my big wedding draws near.Maya, who had at some point looked like she gave the whole situation a second thought, now had a new feel about the whole thing. She looked like every other bride – extremely happy and fulfilled.While I spent more nights at the office working to divert my thoughts to something productive that didn't threaten my very existence, she spent all of hers with the event planners, at the cake shop or bridal shop. I still can't tell how long it will take her to get a dress after visiting the shop for days and still not coming up with a final selection.At first she was so excited to share how the day went for her with me, but soon she realized I wasn't still comfortable enough to talk about it. But then I had also noticed how close she had become to dad and how much time they spent talking about the wedding plans and of c

CAMILLE For the first time in my life, I finally set foot in London, and all that kept playing through my mind while on the flight was the conversation I had with Katherine just two days ago after my antenatal check up. I had bumped into her – again after a consultation with the doctor. She had stopped by to see George. She asked me if James had told me about her request for us to meet and I couldn't deny it. What was supposed to be a coffee date in the hospital's cafeteria turned out to be exactly two hours and fifteen minutes of endless chats about her relationship with George over the years and what she considered as candid advice on how to go about my issues with James. I was going to ask how she knew about it, but then that would just be a foolish question. The only thing that still bugged my mind and I wished I had asked was if she knew by any chance about her husband's involvement in the so called “family crisis” I was having with my husband. Because all the while s

SCOTTI haven't been to a lot of weddings, but I am convinced not all grooms wind up in bad states as I was.Sometimes I needed a reminder from a guest congratulating me or the mere sight of Maya to recall that I was actually getting married – and she was always within eye shots, I made sure of that.Sometimes I wondered why every woman I came in close contact to just turned out to be pregnant. It was just one afternoon of heartbreak and unconscious actions and now she is pregnant?Is that how it goes?I had not been able to talk to her since she told me about the pregnancy, but I was still very conscious about her and anything she was doing. I might hate her but not the baby she was carrying.I wasn't ready for one, the thought of it alone terrified me, but each time I remembered the pretty little bundle Lucille had showed me that night, I couldn't help but just feel drawn to the child she was carrying.It was the only reason why I went after her and begged her like a crazed man to n