All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter Eighty Two

The rain arrived just before dawn. ⸻ Soft. Gentle. ⸻ Elara woke to the sound of it tapping against the villa windows. For a moment, she forgot where she was. ⸻ Then she felt Aaron’s arm around her waist. ⸻ And remembered. ⸻ The island. The honeymoon. The peace. ⸻ A smile tugged at her lips. ⸻ She carefully slipped out of bed and walked onto the terrace. ⸻ The ocean stretched endlessly before her. Dark blue beneath a cloudy morning sky. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ For the first time in years, her thoughts weren’t crowded by questions. ⸻ No investigations. No secrets. No tragedies waiting around the corner. ⸻ Just life. ⸻ Footsteps sounded behind her. ⸻ Aaron stepped onto the terrace carrying two mugs of coffee. ⸻ “You disappeared.” ⸻ Elara accepted one gratefully. ⸻ “I was enjoying the view.” ⸻ Aaron handed her the coffee. Then stood beside her. ⸻ “The view is overrated.” ⸻ She looked at him. ⸻ “Th

Chapter Eighty Three

Elara couldn’t stop looking at the ring. ⸻ Not because it was expensive. Not because it was beautiful. Though it was. ⸻ Because this time— it meant something entirely different. ⸻ The first ring had come with expectations. Obligations. Pressure. ⸻ This one came with a choice. ⸻ Aaron noticed her staring at it for the fifth time during breakfast. ⸻ “You know, most people eventually stop looking at it.” ⸻ Elara glanced up. ⸻ “It’s been twelve hours.” ⸻ Aaron considered that. ⸻ “Fair.” ⸻ She smiled and took another sip of coffee. ⸻ The villa’s terrace overlooked the ocean. Sunlight danced across the water. Palm trees swayed in the breeze. ⸻ Paradise. ⸻ And somehow— the best part wasn’t the island. ⸻ It was the man sitting across from her. ⸻ Aaron looked considerably more relaxed than when they arrived. ⸻ Less guarded. ⸻ Lighter. ⸻ Like he’d finally put down a burden he’d been carrying for years.

Chapter Eighty Four

One Month Later The morning of the wedding arrived warm and clear. No reporters. No photographers. No headlines. No media coverage. ⸻ Exactly as they wanted. ⸻ The ceremony was being held in the gardens of a rented estate in Italy. A place that felt like home. ⸻ Rows of white flowers lined the stone pathway. Soft music drifted through the air. Family and close friends filled the small gathering. ⸻ Only the people who mattered. ⸻ Nothing else. ⸻ Aaron stood beneath the flower-covered arch at the front of the garden. Waiting. ⸻ He looked calm. At least from a distance. ⸻ Up close— he was anything but. ⸻ His grandfather Edward stood beside him. Trying and failing to hide his amusement. ⸻ “You look nervous.” ⸻ Aaron adjusted his cufflinks. ⸻ “I’m not nervous.” ⸻ Edward snorted. ⸻ “You’ve checked your watch six times in three minutes.” ⸻ Aaron frowned. ⸻ “I like knowing the time.” ⸻ “Of course.” ⸻

Chapter Eighty Five

The reception was everything Aaron and Elara had wanted. Small. Elegant. Personal. ⸻ No reporters. No flashing cameras. No gossip columns. ⸻ Just family. Friends. And the people who had stood beside them through the hardest years of their lives. ⸻ The reception hall overlooked the Italian coastline. Thousands of tiny lights twinkled overhead. Music drifted softly through the evening air. ⸻ For the first time all day— everyone seemed relaxed. ⸻ Even Aaron. ⸻ Though Elara suspected that had less to do with the wedding and more to do with the fact that nobody could interrupt him with business calls. ⸻ The newlyweds sat together at the head table. Aaron’s hand resting possessively over hers. ⸻ Not because he was worried she’d disappear. ⸻ Because he simply liked touching her. ⸻ Elara had noticed that lately. ⸻ She secretly loved it. ⸻ A glass clinked. ⸻ Everyone turned. ⸻ Edward stood slowly. ⸻ “Oh no,” Aaron

Chapter Eighty Six

Seven months Later (this chapter contains mature content and is not for readers lower than 18) Aaron Blackwood was hiding. ⸻ Again. ⸻ Unfortunately, this time it wasn’t from reporters. Or lawyers. Or board members. ⸻ It was from his pregnant wife. ⸻ Which was significantly more terrifying. ⸻ Daniel found him in his home office. ⸻ The door locked. The blinds closed. The lights off. ⸻ Daniel stared. ⸻ “Aaron.” ⸻ Aaron looked up from behind his desk. ⸻ “Go away.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Daniel sighed. ⸻ “Your wife has been looking for you.” ⸻ Aaron immediately looked alarmed. ⸻ “Did she seem calm?” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Aaron closed his eyes. ⸻ “That’s what I was afraid of.” ⸻ Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. ⸻ “You own a company.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “You’re feared by executives worldwide.” ⸻ “Correct.” ⸻ “And you’re hiding from a pregnant woman.” ⸻ Aaron looked offended. ⸻ “Clearly you’ve never met a pr

Chapter Eighty Seven

Two Months Later The sunlit garden of the mansion had been transformed into a beautiful, intimate baby shower. Maya and Zara had taken charge of most of the planning, roping Aaron in for the final touches. The three of them had spent secret evenings in the study finalizing details — soft pastel balloons, a table laden with Elara’s favorite snacks (spicy mango pickles prominently featured), and games that celebrated the surprise they had all agreed to keep: the baby’s gender. “We’re not finding out,” Aaron had said firmly during their last planning session. “Elara wants it to be a surprise for everyone. We’ve waited this long… what’s a few more weeks?” Maya and Zara had exchanged knowing smiles. “Romantic as always,” Zara teased. Now, the garden buzzed with warmth. Aaron’s grandfather Edward sat proudly in a cushioned chair, cane resting beside him. Elara’s father Thomas stood nearby, looking emotional as he chatted with Aaron’s executive assistant Daniel and a handful of close

Chapter Eighty Eight

Three Months Later The late morning sun bathed the winding countryside road in golden light as Aaron drove their sleek black SUV along the private lane lined with ancient oak trees. Elara sat in the passenger seat, cradling their three-month-old son, Axel Reid Blackwood, against her chest. The baby was bundled in a soft blue blanket, his tiny fist curled around one of Elara’s fingers as he slept peacefully. At nine months pregnant with their first child, Elara had been radiant; now, as a new mother, her plus-sized body carried the beautiful evidence of motherhood—fuller curves, softer rolls, and a quiet strength that made Aaron fall in love with her all over again every single day. “Where are we going?” Elara asked for the fifth time, laughing softly. Her free hand rested on Aaron’s thigh, squeezing gently. “You’ve been mysterious all morning—” Aaron chuckled, covering her hand with his. “Patience, my love. You’ll see soon enough. It’s a surprise.” He glanced over at her, his dar

Chapter Eighty Nine

FOUR YEARS LATERElara woke to the familiar weight of Aaron’s arm around her waist, his hand resting protectively over the swell of her belly. At twenty-eight weeks pregnant with their second child, every movement reminded her how fragile this peace felt. She shifted carefully, not wanting to wake him, but his grip tightened immediately. Even in sleep, he held on like she might vanish.“Stay,” he murmured against her hair, voice rough.“I need to check on Axel,” she whispered back, but she lingered, letting his warmth chase away the exhaustion that had settled into her bones these past months. Four years since their Italian wedding, and the love between them had deepened into something fierce and tested. Yet lately, the weight of carrying another Blackwood heir pressed on her more than just physically. She feared failing him again, feared the world outside their estate that still judged her for not being the polished wife they expected.Axel’s small footsteps padded down the hall. “Mo

Chapter Ninety

The press conference announcement hit Elara while she folded laundry in the nursery. Blackwood Holdings’ major tech partnership with Hadid Industries—Zara’s family expansion—meant stability, growth, a cleaner legacy for their children. She tuned into the livestream on her tablet, pride swelling as Aaron appeared on screen, commanding and composed. Daniel stood beside him, loyal as ever.Then Camilla Carrington Cross stepped into frame.The woman was everything the tabloids once said Elara wasn’t: polished, slender, radiating confidence at twenty-eight. She shook Aaron’s hand, holding it a beat too long, her smile sharp and intimate. “I’m thrilled to partner with a man of your vision, Mr. Blackwood. Together, we’ll redefine what’s possible.”Elara’s chest tightened. Pregnancy hormones, she told herself firmly, rubbing her belly. But the unease dug deeper. Camilla’s eyes held something calculated, a hunger that went beyond business. Elara paused to think, eyes trained on the woman’s fac

Chapter Ninety One

The tabloid photo dropped like a bomb two days later. Elara had taken Axel to the park for fresh air, wearing loose comfortable clothes that accommodated her bump. A hidden photographer captured her looking tired, adjusting Axel’s jacket. The headline screamed across her feed: “BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE LETS HERSELF GO—AGAIN. Is Another Baby Too Much for Elara Blackwood?” “Second kid now. She's really locked him in.” “Used to think she was brave. Now she's just lazy.” “The billionaire and the plus-size bride, part two. When does the divorce happen?” Comments flooded in, vicious and familiar. “She’s trapping him with kids.” “He deserves better than that.” “Remember when she played the victim? Now she’s just lazy and entitled.” Each word sliced into old wounds—the body shaming from their early marriage, the rejection that had nearly broken her. Tears stung her eyes as she read them in secret, not wanting to burden Aaron. She tried hiding it, deleting notifications, focusing on Axel wh

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