The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart aand Who Broke Fate for Me 36 Summary
In Chapter 36 of “The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me,” Elle is taken aback when Brad, the billionaire, surprises her by offering to accompany her to a pregnancy check-up. Initially in disbelief, Elle pinches herself to confirm she is awake and not dreaming about his unexpected gesture. Brad’s clinical demeanor contrasts with the personal nature of the appointment, leading Elle to question his motives. Despite her confusion, she reluctantly agrees to his plans, including lunch afterward at his grandmother’s house.
As they arrive at the hospital, the staff treats them with an unusual level of reverence, highlighting Brad’s status. The appointment is expedited, and during the ultrasound, Elle observes a fleeting change in Brad’s demeanor as he watches the baby’s heartbeat. The doctor’s confirmation of the baby’s healthy development seems to deepen their connection, at least momentarily. The atmosphere shifts as they move to Brad’s grandmother Elizabeth’s estate for lunch, where Elle feels the weight of scrutiny and pressure to conform to high-society standards.
At the dining table, Elizabeth’s sharp criticism of Elle’s etiquette adds to her anxiety. However, Brad unexpectedly defends her, suggesting that Elle can improve with guidance. This moment of support surprises Elle and shifts the dynamic between them. The lunch feels like a test, and once they escape, Elle grapples with the implications of Brad’s grandmother’s expectations and her own insecurities about fitting into their world.
In the days that follow, Elle undergoes an intensive etiquette training in preparation for a visit from Alpha Otto, a significant figure in Brad’s life. Despite her nerves, she diligently practices and tries to absorb the lessons. One evening, while rehearsing German phrases in solitude, she is startled by Brad’s sudden appearance. Their interaction is charged with an awkward intimacy, particularly when he playfully asks her how to say “I love you” in German, leading to a flustered yet endearing moment that hints at the growing complexity of their relationship.
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**TITLE: The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**
**Chapter 36**
**Elle’s POV**
My jaw nearly unhinged as I stared at Brad, unable to process what I was witnessing.
“$19?” I blurted out, my voice tinged with disbelief. “You’re actually taking me? To my pregnancy check-up? You?”
Was this some kind of dream? I had never anticipated him accompanying me to such a personal appointment.
In an attempt to ground myself in reality, I pinched my arm with enough force to leave a mark. Nope, definitely awake.
With a swift motion, Brad snatched the appointment card from my fingers as if it were the most mundane action imaginable. “Are you fasting for the tests? If so, we should leave right away,” he stated, his tone annoyingly clinical. “After they finish poking and prodding you, we can grab lunch at my grandmother’s place.”
“Wait, what?” I stammered, still trying to wrap my head around the situation. “You’re actually thinking about lunch after this?”
“Hello? Earth to Elle?” Brad turned to me, and—oh my God—was that a genuine smile creeping onto his lips? “What’s the issue? Getting cold feet?”
That half-smile was somehow more unsettling than his usual icy glare. I scrambled to gather my thoughts, feeling as if I were in a whirlwind.
“Yes, I’m fasting for the bloodwork,” I managed to mumble, my voice barely above a whisper. “I haven’t eaten anything at all.”
Brad nodded, his expression shifting to focus. “Martha!” he called out, his voice echoing through the spacious room.
Martha appeared almost instantaneously, as if she had been waiting in the wings.
“Get the car ready,” he ordered. “And call ahead to my grandmother’s. Let them know we’re coming for lunch after Elle’s check-up. She hasn’t had breakfast and will be starving. Make sure they prepare something that won’t make her sick.”
“Right away, sir,” Martha replied, a mischievous glint in her eye that suggested she was thoroughly enjoying this sudden twist in our routine.
“Thank you, Martha,” I said softly, my heart racing.
Her expression softened instantly. “Not at all, dear.”
As we moved toward the door, my mind was a whirlwind of questions. What was his game here? Then it struck me—of course, the baby. His precious heir. His first child. That had to be the reason behind his unexpected interest in what was merely a routine medical appointment.
As we arrived at the hospital, it felt as though the staff had received a DEFCON 1 alert about our presence. Our car pulled up, and I was met with an array of nurses standing at attention, as if we were royalty—which, in some ways, I supposed we were.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rayne,” they chimed in unison as I awkwardly stepped out of the vehicle.
Even after my previous hospital experience, the formality made me glance over my shoulder to see who they were actually addressing.
“Good morning, Alpha Rayne,” they practically cooed at Brad, their eyes sparkling with admiration.
Brad offered them a curt nod. “Is everything ready?”
“Yes, Alpha,” the head nurse confirmed, her demeanor so reverent that I half-expected her to salute him. “We’re fully prepared for Mrs. Rayne’s appointment.”
With a gentle but firm hand resting on the small of my back, Brad guided me forward. “Let’s get this done quickly. She’s been fasting for the bloodwork.”
The examination room might as well have been draped in a red carpet. The hospital director and head physician greeted us personally, and every test was conducted at lightning speed. What would normally stretch over half a day was compressed into just a little over an hour.
During the ultrasound, I caught Brad’s gaze fixed on the screen with an intensity that took me by surprise. When the rhythmic whooshing sound of our baby’s heartbeat filled the room, something shifted in those amber eyes of his—softening for just a fleeting moment—before his mask slipped back into place.
“The baby is developing perfectly,” the doctor announced, making far more eye contact with Brad than with me. “All indicators are excellent.”
I noticed a nurse immediately texting the results to Elizabeth. Apparently, even my uterus had a direct line to Brad’s grandmother.
Elizabeth’s estate dwarfed our massive house, making it look like a mere starter home. Staff members bustled about, seemingly preparing for our lunch visit since the crack of dawn.
As we approached the entrance, Brad extended his arm, and I instinctively looped my hand through his, attempting to project the image of the perfect, obedient mate. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass him.
The house manager appeared at the door. “Alpha Rayne, Mrs. Rayne. The Chairwoman has prepared lunch. We’ve selected lighter options for Mrs. Rayne given her condition and missed breakfast. If anything doesn’t meet your needs, please let us know.”
“This is perfect, thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
My gaze caught Elizabeth watching us from across the expansive foyer. Instinctively, my eyes dropped in deference.
The dining room was a sight to behold, nearly inducing vertigo. The table was long enough to seat the population of a small country. Thank goodness they had arranged our places close together at one end.
I fumbled with the array of silverware, feeling Elizabeth’s piercing gaze scrutinizing my every move. Sure enough, she set down her knife and fork with a disapproving click.
“Elle,” she said sharply, cutting through the tension like a knife.
I dropped my fork as if it had burned me. “Yes, ma’am?”
“Alpha Otto will be visiting this weekend. I want you to take the rest of the week off work. Stay home and work with the etiquette instructor I’m sending over. Your table manners are…” she paused, searching for a diplomatic word, “…lacking.”
My face burned hotter than the surface of the sun. Nothing like having my humble origins highlighted in 4K resolution.
Before I could stammer out an apology, Brad surprised me.
“Etiquette doesn’t happen overnight, Grandmother,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “She’ll get there.”
I turned to him, astonished by the unexpected lifeline he had thrown my way. Elizabeth’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched as she studied her grandson with newfound interest.
The remainder of lunch felt like navigating a minefield blindfolded. By the time we escaped, I felt as though I had survived an earthquake.
Once in the car, Brad broke the heavy silence that had settled between us. “She wasn’t attacking you personally, you know.”
I whipped my head toward him, confusion etched on my face. “Huh?”
“My grandmother. At lunch.” His voice had lost its usual edge, becoming softer. “She wasn’t judging your background. With focused training, you can learn enough basics to get through Otto’s visit without incident.”
Oh. That. I nodded, though my mind had already drifted to the question that had been haunting me.
I twisted my fingers nervously. “This Alpha Otto thing… do you really need me there? I mean, wouldn’t it be easier without me fumbling around?”
“Yes, you need to be there,” Brad confirmed, his tone leaving no room for debate.
I squared my shoulders, trying to project more confidence than I felt. “I won’t let you down.”
The following days turned into a whirlwind crash course in high-society etiquette. My instructor seemed impressed with how quickly I absorbed the lessons, though that didn’t quell my anxiety about making mistakes.
One evening, I found myself alone in the study, practicing German phrases over and over. The house was eerily quiet, and I was completely immersed in my task.
“Ich liebe dich,” I repeated carefully, striving to perfect my pronunciation. “Guten Abend…”
I continued muttering to myself, flipping through my notes. “Wie geht es Ihnen? Es freut mich, Sie kennenzulernen…”
“How do you say ‘I love you’ in German?” came a deep voice from behind me, startling me out of my concentration.
“Ich liebe dich!” I responded automatically, still not looking up from my notes.
Then my brain registered the voice. I spun around so quickly that I nearly toppled out of my chair.
Brad was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with that infuriating half-smile.
“Jesus Christ!” I yelped, my heart racing against my ribs. “How long have you been standing there?”
My face burned crimson as I realized the phrase he had asked me to translate.
Conclusion
As I sat in the car beside Brad, a sense of bewilderment washed over me, mingling with an unexpected warmth. The morning had begun with anxiety and uncertainty, but somehow, through the chaos of hospital visits and the scrutiny of his family, a thread of connection had woven itself between us. Brad’s unexpected support during lunch had shifted something within me, igniting a spark of hope that perhaps he was beginning to see me not just as a duty or an obligation, but as someone worthy of his care. The way he had defended me against his grandmother’s sharp tongue spoke volumes, revealing a layer of tenderness I had never anticipated from the man who had once felt so distant.
As the days unfolded, the whirlwind of etiquette lessons and preparations for Alpha Otto’s visit became a backdrop for a deeper transformation. I was no longer just the girl from a humble background trying to fit into a world that felt foreign; I was becoming Elle Rayne, a partner who could stand confidently beside Brad. Each lesson learned, every phrase practiced, was a step toward not only mastering the intricacies of high society but also toward claiming my place in Brad’s life. The journey ahead was still uncertain, but as I glanced at him, that familiar half-smile gracing his lips, I felt the weight of fate shifting. Together, we were carving a new path, one where love and acceptance could flourish against all odds, and for the first time, I dared to believe in the possibility of a shared future.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension between Elle and Brad to intensify as they navigate the complexities of their relationship amidst the looming visit from Alpha Otto. With the stakes higher than ever, Elle will find herself grappling with her insecurities as she prepares to face the formidable expectations of high society. The etiquette lessons will not only challenge her social skills but also push her to confront her feelings for Brad, especially as she begins to see glimpses of vulnerability behind his billionaire facade.
As the visit approaches, the dynamics within the Rayne household will shift, revealing deeper layers of family loyalty and tradition. Elizabeth’s expectations will weigh heavily on Elle, leading to moments of self-doubt that could threaten her place in Brad’s world. However, just when it seems that Elle might crumble under the pressure, a surprising twist could emerge, forcing both her and Brad to reevaluate what they truly want from each other. Will Elle rise to the occasion and prove her worth, or will the fear of inadequacy hold her back?
Anticipation builds as secrets from Brad’s past may come to light, challenging the foundation of their relationship. With Alpha Otto’s arrival on the horizon, the atmosphere will crackle with tension, and readers will be left wondering if love can truly conquer all, or if fate has other plans in store for Elle and Brad. As they prepare to face the ultimate test, the question remains: can they break free from the expectations of their worlds and claim the love they both desperately need?
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
