The Billionaire's Sudden Bride Chapter 151

**Victoria's POV**

I approached my mother's bedroom. Even before entering, I could hear her muttering angrily to herself. I knocked once and pushed the door open.

"Mom?" I called. "You okay?"

Elizabeth sat at her vanity, violently brushing her hair. Her perfectly made-up face was twisted with rage.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

She whirled around, slamming the brush down. "That fucking Summer Taylor!"

I rolled my eyes, settling onto her bed. "Let me guess—she wouldn't play nice with Michael Sullivan?"

"Michael Sullivan is way out of her league anyway," I said, kicking off my heels. "She should be grateful anyone would look twice at her."

"Exactly!" Mom threw her hands up. "But you know what's worse? That Sullivan boy completely disrespected me too!"

My eyebrows shot up. "Wait, what?"

"I subtly brought up marriage prospects, and he practically laughed in my face! His mother Daisy still treats me with respect. But her son? Not an ounce of manners!"

I frowned, remembering Alexander's behavior earlier. "Mom, Alexander was totally distracted today when he heard Summer was meeting Michael. He was supposed to pick me up at three, but didn't show until after six!" My voice rose. "He was literally stalking them outside the restaurant!"

Mom froze. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. He's still obsessed with her."

"This cannot continue," Mom declared, her face hardening. "We need to get her married off immediately. Sullivan or not, I'll find someone else. As long as Summer remains single, neither of us will have any peace!"

I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Mom, I might have a better idea. Remember Charles Windsor?"

Mom's eyebrows drew together. "Charles Windsor? He was so pissed off about last time. You sure he’s going to say yes ever again?"

I clutched her arm. "I don't care what it takes. As long as Summer's available, Alexander will never fully be mine. I can't let her destroy what I've worked so hard for!"

Mom patted my hand, her eyes cold. "Don't worry, darling. I wouldn't let her ruin your happiness. Leave it to me."

My mind drifted back to that day almost twenty years ago. I'd been seven, hiding in Mom's closet during a game, when I overheard her screaming at Dad, something about Summer being another  woman’s child. Summer wasn't my real sister. The little girl I played with wasn't even a Taylor by blood. But I wasn’t sure until last time I overheard their conversation again.

She was the daughter of some woman Mom hated.

"Listen carefully," Mom said, bringing me back to the present. "Don't mention any of this to Alexander. You're newlyweds—avoid fighting. And make sure you stay on his parents' good side. If they approve of you, Alexander won't dare leave."

"I know, Mom," I assured her. "I've got this under control."

Just then, we heard voices—Dad and Alexander emerging from the study. Mom and I exchanged a look before heading downstairs.

In the foyer, Alexander looked distracted. I plastered on my brightest smile and rushed to his side.

"Alexander," I called sweetly, linking my arm with his. "All done with your business talk?"

He looked down at me, his eyes distant. "Mmm? Oh, yeah." After a pause, he added, "What were you and your mother discussing?"

"That's for me to know," I teased. "Let's head home. I'm exhausted."

Relief flickered across his face. "Good idea."

The drive home was painfully silent. I knew exactly where Alexander had been earlier—stalking Summer outside Le Bernardin. The thought made me want to scream, but Mom was right. Fighting wouldn't help now.

"You're quiet tonight," Alexander finally said. "Something wrong?"

"Not really. Just something Mom said."

"What did she say?" he asked, slowing the car. "If it's bothering you, tell me."

"It's nothing serious. Mom's just worried you'll get tired of me. She thinks I focus too much on acting and not enough on being your wife. She suggested I quit and... start thinking about having children."

Alexander's expression softened with guilt—exactly as I'd planned. "That's your decision. Have I done something to make you feel insecure? If so, I'm sorry."

"I know you love me," I said, reaching for his hand. "I know you chose me. I understand I hurt Summer. That's why Mom and I keep thinking about ways to make it up to her."

Alexander hesitated, clearly battling his lingering feelings for Summer versus his obligation to me.

"Victoria," he finally said, "I promise I won't do anything you don't want. If you want children now, we'll have them. If you want to wait, we'll wait. And I won't ever divorce you. Never."

"Thank you, Alexander," I whispered, satisfaction blooming inside me. "You're so good to me."

I shifted in the passenger seat, tugging my skirt up just enough to flash the tops of my thighs. His eyes darted over, then back to the road, but I caught the flicker of heat in them. Smirking, I leaned across the console, my hand sliding up his leg, fingers brushing the bulge already straining against his pants.

"Victoria," he muttered, voice low and tense. "I’m driving."

"Then keep driving," I whispered, unzipping him with a quick, practiced flick. His cock sprang out, hard and ready, and I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking once, slow and teasing. He sucked in a sharp breath, the car jerking slightly as his focus wavered. "Eyes on the road, baby. Let me handle this."

Before he could argue, I leaned down, my hair falling over his lap as I licked the tip, slow and deliberate, tasting him. He groaned, deep and ragged, his hips twitching up toward my mouth. I didn’t tease for long—I took him in, lips sliding down his length, sucking hard as my tongue swirled around him. The wet, filthy sound of it mixed with the engine’s rumble, and I moaned around him, letting him feel every vibration.

"Fuck—Victoria—" His voice cracked, one hand gripping the wheel tighter while the other hovered near my head, like he wasn’t sure whether to push me off or pull me closer. The car sped up, tires humming against the pavement as his foot pressed harder on the gas. I sucked deeper, bobbing my head fast, taking him all the way until he hit the back of my throat. My hand slipped down, squeezing his balls, rolling them just rough enough to make him curse again.

I pulled off for a second, looking up at him with a wicked grin, spit glistening on my lips. "You love this, don’t you? Me sucking you off while you drive?" I flicked my tongue over him again, slow and messy, then spat on his cock, stroking him with my hand as I watched his face twist with need. "Tell me I’m better than her."

"Shit—yes, you’re—" He couldn’t finish, his words choking off as I dove back down, sucking him harder, my throat tightening around him. The car swerved again, just enough to make my heart race, but I didn’t stop. I wanted him wrecked, wanted him to feel me and only me. My tongue worked him relentlessly, sloppy and loud, until his breathing turned into desperate gasps.

"Victoria—I’m gonna—" he warned, voice hoarse, but I didn’t pull back. I took him deeper, gagging slightly as he thrust up into my mouth, and then he came, hot and pulsing, spilling down my throat. I swallowed it all, greedy and triumphant, sucking him through it until he was shaking, a wrecked mess behind the wheel.

I sat up, wiping my mouth with a smirk, watching him struggle to catch his breath as he slowed the car back to a steady pace. "See?" I said, voice low and smug. "You don’t need anyone else. Just me."