Chapter 6: Questions without Answers

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• MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR   Chapter Fifty Eight: Apologies

  ANDREW'S MANSIONThe morning light filtered through the grand windows of Andrew's mansion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Sarah and Mia descended the ornate staircase together, their soft footsteps echoing in the spacious foyer. The elegant clicks of their heels against the cold stone created a rhythmic melody that suddenly came to an abrupt halt.There, standing awkwardly in the center of the sitting room, was a figure they hadn't expected to see so early in the morning. William's tall frame seemed diminished somehow, his usually confident posture replaced by something more hesitant, more vulnerable.The sitting room, with its cream-colored walls adorned with expensive artwork and plush velvet furniture arranged in perfect symmetry, felt suddenly charged with tension. The morning sunlight streaming through the bay windows highlighted the dust particles dancing in the air, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the heavy emotional

• MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR   Chapter Fifth Seven: You Don't Have A Choice

  William's Mansion The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of William's bedroom, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. William groaned softly, his head pounding like thunder as consciousness slowly crept back into his mind. The taste in his mouth was bitter, metallic—a nauseating reminder of the previous night's excess. He blinked several times, trying to focus his blurred vision. The ceiling above him swam in and out of clarity, and it took him a moment to realize he wasn't looking up from his bed. The cold hardness beneath his back told him everything he needed to know. "What the hell?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and cracked. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up from the floor, his designer suit wrinkled and stained. His muscles ached like he'd been in a fight, though he couldn't remember why. The grandfather clock in the corner chimed nine times, its deep resonance worsening his headache. Willi

• MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR   Chapter Fifty Six: After the Storm

  The old clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second echoing through the silence that enveloped the room like a heavy fog. Andrew and the others were still processing the unsettling events from earlier, but for Mia, the air felt thick and suffocating with unspoken truths. It pressed on her chest and made it difficult to breathe. Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, releasing a soft cloud of steam that curled into the dim light of the hallway, casting fleeting shadows across the walls. Mia stepped out, wrapping a towel around her damp hair, trying not just to wash away the remnants of the warm shower, but also to cleanse her mind of William’s desperate confusion that lingered painfully in her thoughts. She paused in the doorway, her eyes falling on Sarah, who stood just within the threshold, cradling a ceramic bowl delicately in her hands. “Here, drink this. It will help you feel better,” Sarah offered, her voice barely rising above a soft whisper as she extended the bowl

• MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR   Chapter Fifty Five: Thank You

  The black sedan pulled into the circular driveway of the Williams mansion. Sarah barely waited for the car to come to a complete stop before she flung the door open, her heart hammering against her ribs. Something was wrong—she could feel it in the pit of her stomach, that nauseating twist of intuition that had never failed her before."Sarah, wait—" Andrew called after her, but she was already running.Her shoes clicked sharply against the floor as she rushed toward the mansion's grand entrance. The heavy oak doors stood slightly ajar, and she pushed through them without ceremony, her breath coming in short gasps.The foyer was eerily quiet, save for the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Sarah's eyes darted around the space, taking in the scattered papers on the side table, an overturned wine glass, and the faint smell of alcohol that seemed to permeate the air."Mia?" she called out, her voice ech

• MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR   Chapter Fifty Four: Fear

  The red-haired stranger shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding Mia's trembling form as he moved toward William's wardrobe. His fingers fumbled through expensive fabric until he found a long dress shirt—something decent enough to cover her torn clothing."Here," he said quietly, extending the shirt toward her. "Put this on."But Mia didn't move. She sat curled on the edge of the bed, her hands pressed firmly against her face, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The weight of what had almost happened crushed down on her like a suffocating blanket.The stranger ran a hand through his hair, frustration and sympathy warring in his expression. "Look, I might not understand exactly how you're feeling right now, but you need to pull yourself together," he said, his voice gentler than before. "William was drunk—completely wasted. He would never do something like this in his right mind."Mia's hands slowly dropped from her face, revealing red-ri

• MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR   Chapter fifty Three: Her Savior

  William's hands were everywhere around her body, his touch insistent and unwelcome. "William, please stop. I'm not Sarah. You can't do this," Mia pleaded, her voice breaking with each word. But William was far gone, lost in a haze of alcohol and confusion. He didn't hear her cries, or perhaps he chose to ignore them.Mia bit into her arm, trying to distract herself from the panic rising in her chest. But William, sensing her struggle, pulled her off by her hair, his grip tight and painful. He pinned her hands above her head, his body pressing down on hers, trapping her beneath him."Sarah, why do you still refuse me?" he murmured, his voice slurred and desperate. "What do you see in Andrew? I can take care of you better. Just accept me."Mia's eyes widened in disbelief and fear. "Will, look at me. I'm Mia, not Sarah. Can't you see? Please stop this," she begged, her voice choked with tears. But William was beyond reason, his actions driven by a toxic mix o