The Billionaire’s Fragile Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The soft moans of two adults filled the presidential suite of the third floor of a penthouse, the masculine voice was louder, overshadowing the muffled sounds of the female who seemed to be wanting more as he hit her from the back. He went on faster, thrusting in and out of her butthole. His member suddenly slipped off her hole, he was about to fill her back when the loud ringing of his cellphone interrupted them.Callan groaned, he loathed being disturbed at a time like this. He had been working his ass off at work, and now was the time he had to have some fun, and someone was disturbing him with calls? Gross."Do you want to pick that?" The brunette whose ass was still raised in the air asked him. She was in need and would regret it if Callan didn't finish with her tonight. Not everyone got to have a romp with the mighty Callan Barlowe, she had managed to catch his attention and she didn't want that opportunity to slip off her hands."Yes," wholly naked, he ambled across the room, m

Sophia clambered the stairs in a hurry, she was done with the conversation downstairs and it was getting annoying already. She got to the hallway that separated the room and headed down to her room, but she halted when she got to the doorway. She knew well that her father would never let Callan see their last sister if she didn't incite it. None of their sisters liked to get involved with her either, she wasn't a fan of her either but she could help her this one time. Not that Callan would ever choose her over her other sisters though, she wasn't anywhere close to attractive.She veered around, striding back to the first room that belonged to their last sister. She knocked gingerly on the always-locked door. She heard the tiny voice of her sister and informed her that she was the one. The door pulled open a few seconds later, and she slipped and shut the door.Her eyes wandered to her sister's tiny room, painted pink and blue. It was nothing compared to theirs, which was vast with dif

Exemplified by fragility, sporting the same dress from the night before, Orla followed after David, Callan's chauffeur. Bumping hips as they slowly strode down the garage of her father's mansion.Orla's large hazel eyes were firmly fixated on David, not wavering as she took in his features. He was sexily tall, almost the same height as Callan, a well-tailored suit flawlessly accentuated his hunky frame that was easily noticeable from how his shirt tightly fitted him. He was hot, unlike Arnold's Chauffeur who was abnormally gangly and frail, according to her perceptions though.Lapping her lips against each other, she stalled and placed her arms on her chest. "Who exactly is your boss?" She queried David who was a few steps ahead of her.He curtailed his tracks, eyes flickering and landing on Orla. He shrugged and responded, "Callan Barlowe, the man you are about to get married to." A small smile materialized on his face.The words frightened Orla, she took a backwards word and wiggled

The date slated for the wedding eventually came. Orla stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room with Betty, her stray cat in her both hands. Stroking Betty's fur, she stared into the mirror, checking out her wedding dress that was designed by Liam. It was gracious, making her extremely beautiful. The dress was extraordinarily long, but it was too bad there was no one to hold up the dress for her. Her sisters were uninterested in her marriage to Callan, none of them showed up to wish her well. Orla already expected that, so it didn't mean much to her.Adjusting the plunging neckline of her sleeveless dress, she donned the necklace gift that Liam gave to her. Smiling as she thought of how thoughtful and kind Liam was to her, he was the only one who respected her out of all the people she'd met in years."After today, we will no longer be in this room." Orla ruffled her cat's fur, her eyes dilating around the room she had lived in and hid herself in for many years. Sighing, s

The meeting with BERCRIS rolled into late night, deterring Rosa and Callan from leaving earlier as planned. After the meeting, Rosa took an excuse out of fatigue and Callan only permitted her because she'd been immersed in the wedding preparations and office work. He inferred that she needed to rest before she broke down, that was strange of him, he never cared about anyone.After Rosa had gone, he leisurely paced the reception of the five-star hotel they had chosen for the meeting, his mouth swiftly moving as he roamed around. After a while, he shoved his phone back into his pocket, but it didn't take long before it started to ring again. Callan boredly glanced at the screen, it was a call from the brunette he'd sex with before this whole wedding stuff. He tried to remember her name, Cassandra or Catherine, he wasn't sure about that, but he stuck to Cassandra.Smiling, he swiped up to pick up the call. Only he knew how much he wanted her again. "Hey Callan, you free tonight?" Her v