The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 319

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When we finally pulled apart, the garden burst into lively movement. Maya was the first to rush over, threw her arms around my neck, and squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe. Enzo followed right behind her, laughing as he pulled Caleb into a brief, awkward hug before turning to hand Grace a small glass of fresh apple juice.

We moved to the lawn tables where trays of food and tea were set out. Sebastien stood near the fence, talking quietly with Olivier, though his eyes kept drifting back to me with a look of peaceful warmth. Across the grass, Nadia sat on a blanket, helping Tom build a small tower out of leftover wooden chair blocks while Grace happily toddled in circles around them, her hands sticky with fruit.

Hours passed in a gentle blur. The afternoon sun moved slowly across the yard, casting long, golden shadows against the fence. People ate, laughed, and moved between small clusters of conversation. There were no speech schedules, no photographers, and no corporate agendas. It was just the sound of clinking glasses, children laughing, and family being together.

As dusk began to settle, guests slowly said their goodbyes. Nadia led the sleepy children upstairs for baths and bedtime stories.

Afterward, when the garden was empty and the sun had dipped below the trees, Caleb and I stood in the quiet kitchen washing the last few glasses.

He turned off the water tap and wiped his hands on a towel.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, turning to face me.

“What is it?” I asked, setting down the sponge.

“I think this is the happiest I have ever been in my life,” Caleb said, his eyes clear and open. “I just wanted to say it out loud to you.”

“I feel the exact same way,” I said softly.

“Come outside with me,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the open back door.

“Right now?” I asked, following him onto the cool grass. “The children are asleep.”

“They’re sound asleep,” he whispered, leading me toward the shadow of the garden wall, where Maya’s white flowers hung pale in the moonlight. “It’s just you and me now.”

He pulled me against his chest. The scent of him-clean soap, faint cologne, and warm skin-filled my lungs. His mouth met mine in the quiet air, slow at first, a gentle press that quickly deepened. I parted my lips, inviting him in, and his tongue swept against mine, tasting of the tea we’d shared earlier. A low groan rumbled in his throat as his hands slid down my back, cupping my ass and pressing me closer.

“Caleb,” I breathed against his mouth, my fingers threading into his dark hair. It felt silky and thick between

them.

He walked me backward until my shoulders met the wooden fence, the vines brushing softly against my skin. “Bella,” he murmured, voice rough with need. “I need you. Right here. Let me show you how much I

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His hands worked the zipper of my dress with practiced ease. The fabric whispered down my body, pooling at my feet. Cool night air kissed my bare breasts, tightening my n*****s into hard peaks. Caleb’s gaze darkened as he tooked at me, hunger etched across his sharp features.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, palming one breast. His thumb circled the sensitive bud, sending sparks straight to my core, I arched into bis touch, a soft moan escaping me. He dipped his head, sucking the n****e into his hot mouth, tongue flicking relentlessly as wet heat flooded between my thighs.

I tugged at his shirt buttons, impatient. “Off. Now.” My voice came out husky. He shrugged it off, revealing the hard planes of his chest. I ran my hands over his warm skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under my palm.

He dropped to his knees on the soft grass, hooking my panties and sliding them down my legs. I stepped out, trembling. Caleb looked up at me, grey eyes blazing. “Spread your legs for me, wife.”

I obeyed, bracing against the fence, as my left leg was hooked over his shoulder.

His breath ghosted over my slick folds before his tongue licked a long, slow stripe up my center. I gasped sharply, hips jerking. He groaned at my taste, the vibration sending pleasure rippling through me. “So wet already. All for me?”

“Yes-oh god, Caleb,” I panted. He devoured me, tongue circling my clit before plunging inside, then back again in a rhythm that had my knees buckling. One strong hand gripped my thigh, holding me open while the other teased my entrance with two thick fingers. He pushed them in deep, curling just right, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

My hands fisted in his hair as tension coiled tighter. “I’m close… don’t stop.”

“Come for me, Bella. Let me feel it,” he commanded, sucking my clit hard. The orgasm crashed over me, my walls clenching around his fingers as I cried out into the night, body shaking with release. He licked me through every wave, gentling until I sagged against the fence.

Caleb rose, shedding his pants. His c**k sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly. He hissed, hips thrusting into my fist. “I want to be inside you. Need to feel that p***y squeezing me.”

He lifted me effortlessly, my back against the smooth wood, legs wrapping around his waist. The head of his c**k nudged my entrance, teasing. I rocked against him, desperate. “Please, Caleb. Fuck me.”

With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. We both moaned at the perfect fit-hot, stretching fullness that made me feel utterly claimed. He paused, forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged. “You feel like heaven. Every damn time.”

Then he moved. Deep, powerful strokes that rocked my body against the fence. The slap of skin on skin mingled with our gasps and the rustle of leaves. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as pleasure built again. His mouth captured mine in a messy kiss, tongues tangling while he drove into me harder.

“Look at me,” he rasped, grey eyes locked on mine. Sweat beaded on his brow. “I love you. You’re mine. Forever.”

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I’m yours,” I whimpered, clenching around him. Each thrust hit deep, grinding against my clit. “Harder, baby. I want to feet you tomorrow.”

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He growled and obliged, pounding into me with relentless rhythm. My second orgasm hit suddenly, ripping a sharp cry from my throat.

Waves of ecstasy pulsed through me, milking his c**k. Caleb followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside me, hips stuttering through his release.

We stayed joined, panting, his arms holding me securely as our heartbeats slowed. He kissed me tenderly, then again, softer this time.

When we finally rested together on the soft grass in the hidden corner, Caleb held me tight against his side, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare hip.

“Did you hear Tom earlier?” Caleb whispered into my hair, a small laugh in his chest. “He told me he was the most important officer of the day.”

“He was,” I smiled, resting my hand on Caleb’s arm. “He took his job very seriously.”

“It was a good day, Bella,” Caleb said gently, kissing my forehead. “The best day.”

“It really was,” I replied, looking up at the warm light in our bedroom window upstairs.

The children were safe inside, the long fight was over, and the house was full of peace.

This was enough.

This was everything.

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Dear dearest readers,

We have finally reached the end of The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride.

I still can’t believe I’m typing those words.

After all the chaos, heartbreak, tears, revenge, redemption, unexpected twists, and more dramatic confrontations than I can count… we made it to the finish line.

And honestly? I’m sitting here feeling emotional, exhausted, and incredibly proud of myself for not abandoning this story halfway through despite the fact that I threatened to do so at least seventeen times.

This book has been a journey. Not just for Bella and Caleb, but for me as a writer too.

I have to confess something…

I’m a little jealous of Bella.

Because that woman got the full package: a powerful, complicated billionaire who actually learned, changed, and fought for her; a beautiful family she never thought she would have; adorable children; dramatic romance; and those intense reconciliation moments that makes me scream.

A girl can dream, okay?

So if any of you secretly wished you could trade places with Bella even for a day, please raise your hand so I know I’m not alone in my delusion.

But jokes aside, I want to say thank you.

Thank you to every single person who read this story. Whether you commented on every chapter, voted, gifted, shared your thoughts, or quietly followed along without saying a word I saw you, and I appreciate you more than you know.

A special thank you to Margaret Collingwood. Almost every chapter, I saw your support, your encouragement, and your cheers. You have no idea how much that meant to me.

And to ID4148906295, your comments became such a huge motivation for me. Seeing you show up again and again throughout this journey reminded me that someone was waiting for the next chapter, and that pushed me forward.

To everyone else whose names I may not have been able to mention personally please know that your support mattered. Every comment, every reaction, every little bit of encouragement helped bring this story to life.

I also want to talk about something I noticed.

I saw some comments from readers who struggled with Bella because she didn’t forgive Caleb quickly, because she was angry, because she was sometimes petty, cold, or selfish.

And I understand why. Bella was not always easy to love.

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