Billionaire's Replacement Bride

Chapter 4 Hell

Kai POV

I stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my shoulders.

She approached me cautiously, her gaze is soft and curious. "You don't look happy," she said, tilting her head. "You didn't even look at me."

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I had a bad day, that's all." Her lips curved into a gentle smile as sheknelt in front of me. "Oh, you don't have to

worry about it," she said, her voice soothing yet enticing. "Let me make you forget about today."

Before I could respond, she leaned in closer, her intentions clear in the way her fingers.grazed mine. Something about the way she looked at me-so confident, I cupped her chin with my fingers, lifting her face to meet mine.

And then, I kissed her. It wasn't soft or tentative; it was raw and consuming. My lips crashed against hers, stealing her breath, demanding her full attention. She melted into me, her hands gripping my shoulders as if to ground herself. When we finally broke apart, both of

us were gasping for air, but the hunger in her eyes only spurred me on.

I stood, unzipping my pants with deliberate slowness, watching as her eyes followed my every move. She sank to her knees before me, her fingers curling around the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down along with my pants in one smooth motion.

My erection sprang free, hard and aching. Her smile widened, a sultry gleam lighting up her face as she leaned in, her lips wrapping around me without hesitation.

Her mouth was warm, skilled, and unrelenting as she took me in, sucking and teasing like it was second nature. I groaned,

gripping her hair to guide her movements as I thrust into her mouth. She didn't flinch, didn't falter, meeting my intensity with her own.

But I needed more. I pulled her up, I laid her on the bed. My hands moved swiftly, peeling away her clothes until there was nothing . She stared up at me, her chest rising and falling with anticipation as I positioned myself between her legs.

Without warning, I thrust into her, burying myself deep inside. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I set a relentless pace.

I didn't hold back, letting the pent-up frustration from the day fuel my movements. Her moans filled the room, her body arching beneath me as I drove us both to the edge. When the tension finally snapped, it hit us both like a tidal wave, leaving us breathless and trembling. I lingered for a moment before pulling out, discarding the condom and grabbing my clothes.

"That was good," I said simply, my tone detached as I got dressed. She watched me in silence, her eyes searching mine for something I couldn't give.

Without another glance, I turned and left the room, shutting the door behind me.

Jenny pov

I stepped inside my room, the soft creak of the door barely breaking the heavy silence. Anthony was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on something distant and intangible. He looked deep in thought, a rare sight that immediately caught my attention.

Quietly, I walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned to me, startled out of his reverie, and managed a small, weary smile. I sat down beside him, the mattress sinking slightly beneath our weight.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, my voice soft but probing.

Anthony let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his graying hair. "I don’t know," he admitted. "It’s just... Alina. She doesn’t seem to want to marry Kai. I keep wondering if we’re making a mistake." His voice cracked slightly, laced with the guilt only a father could carry.

I mirrored his sigh, my own heart heavy with the weight of our decisions. "We’re doing this for her," I reminded him, more firmly than I felt. "She’ll be happy after the marriage. One day, we would have had to marry her off to someone anyway. At least Kai’s family is willing to take her."

Anthony’s eyes flickered with doubt, but he said nothing. I pressed on, needing him to understand. "We should be grateful," I continued, my tone hardening. "Who else would marry her? She’s... not exactly accomplished. She doesn’t have the looks, and her reputation—well, you know how people talk."

He looked away, his jaw tightening, but he nodded slowly. "You’re right," he murmured, as if trying to convince himself as much as me. "She should be thankful. At least she’ll have a place in a wealthy family."

Relief washed over me as his resolve seemed to strengthen. The thought of Alina marrying someone else—someone like him—sent a shiver down my spine. I wouldn’t allow it. No matter how difficult this decision was, it was the right one.

Anthony leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek, and I closed my eyes, willing myself to believe the words I’d just spoken. We were doing this for Alina’s future. That was all that mattered.