บททั้งหมดของ Bride of the Billionaire Beast: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Her heart was pounding so hard Charlotte felt for a moment like the ache would crush her. How could the lies still be going on? How could Lawrence have hidden that whole sordid story about his wife and never told her? She knew Doris and Conrad had betrayed him, but she had never imagined there was an affair involved, or that one of those girls might not be Conrad Pierce's daughter. No one stopped her as she stormed out of the building. Her heart was muddled, her head spun, and the urge to cry knotted in her throat. She didn't even know where she was walking or where she was going. The bright, close headlights of a car didn't register, and Charlotte froze for a second until the impact threw her to the sidewalk on her side. She heard a low groan of pain that was not her own. The car honked loudly as the driver obviously startled. Beneath her, Blake was breathing hard, holding her tight, trying to push through the terror of almost seeing her hit by a car. By the time he managed

Maybe it was the kind of threat that didn't really mean anything. Maybe Blake was just counting on the fact that Charlotte still cared, even a little. But the way her pupils widened when she heard him say it gave him the smallest flicker of hope. He kissed her softly, brushing her lips with a tender touch before rolling them over in the sand and pulling her with him. Time seemed to vanish as he carried her back into the water, letting the sea wash away every grain of sand clinging to her skin. Then he wrapped her in his shirt and led her out. On the road he stopped at a little shop, bought them both touristy clothes, and Charlotte didn't even protest as he dressed her in silence and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Do you want me to stay?" Blake asked as he parked in front of the Dalton mansion gates. Charlotte shook her head. "No. There are too many things in there I still need to face," she said wearily, stepping out of the car without even saying goodbye. Blake lingered ther

Furious. Hysterical. Her worst instincts unleashed, and God and the devil themselves could attest that this woman had a special talent for the basest, vilest impulses. Carly stormed out of the Forensic Medicine Clinic and rapped on the door of the apartment where she could really let loose the kind of twisted, cruel person she was. "I can't believe this! All those years putting up with my stupid sister, watching everyone treat her like the perfect, good girl… and now she turns out to be the perfect harpy! She makes me sick, even when she's a—" she spat, rage pouring from her as she paced the living room. The man who always put up with her tantrums watched her with interest. "I'm sorry I missed the show," he said, sarcasm in his smile. "They told me the launch party for the Country Club hotel was spectacular." "Then why the hell weren't you there?" Carly shot back. "Weren't you supposed to be supporting Blake or whatever?" "Honestly, I had no idea they were planning that kind

She could tell it wasn't him—of that she was completely sure. The build was nothing like his. But it definitely had to be someone who knew him well enough to know about the cabin. Even so, she didn't let a single expression betray her. Instead, she forced more tears into her eyes, not that it took much acting; rage and helplessness could draw real tears easily enough. In front of her, the kidnapper held up that day's newspaper in one hand and a cell phone in the other. "I won't lie, those tears are going to look spectacular in the photos. Just give me a bit to handle the urgent stuff, then I promise I'll make you cry for real. Sound good?" His voice was rough, distorted, and Charlotte clenched her teeth as he shoved the paper against her chest. "Perfect. Hold it up. Make sure the date's clear." Seconds stretched into forever as he snapped photo after photo, like proof-of-life evidence. Charlotte tried everything to recognize his voice. She couldn't, but she could imagine all to

The sound of the shower was tearing Blake's heart apart. The longer it ran, the more he knew Charlotte was desperately trying to wash away everything that had happened to her. His first, overwhelming instinct was to fling the door open, step in with her under the water, hold her, kiss her, and tell her that nothing would ever happen to her again because he wouldn't allow it, even if he had to become her shadow forever. But his painfully rational side knew he couldn't. She needed space to rage, to release, to scream and cry and do whatever she had to do to get through it. So he did the only thing he felt he could. He backed away and went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk or make some tea. He barely remembered how he moved. Helplessness was crushing him. He gave himself half an hour to calm down, then returned with a steaming mug of tea. It shattered against the floor the moment he opened the door and found her asleep on the bed. Asleep, with emphasis on asleep. That was what h