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83. Contract marriage
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I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!! 84. Over my dead body...
ALEXANDER The moment I stepped into my room, I didn’t turn on the lights. The darkness was easier to breathe in. The city glowed beyond the glass wall, neon and dusk bleeding into each other like an open wound, and for a second I just stood there. My jaw clenched tight, my hands braced on the window frame— trying to calm the storm I had deliberately unleashed.I knew what I had done downstairs had shaken her. Shock was too mild a word; I had detonated a bomb in her lap and then watched her sit there with trembling hands, trying to understand why the man she thought she knew had suddenly demanded marriage.A contract marriage, no less.I dragged a hand over my face. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I muttered to the glass, watching my own reflection glare back— controlled, but barely.Except… that wasn’t entirely true, was it?This contract had once been the centerpiece of a plan— my revenge plan. A beautifully constructed trap meant to bind a Corvella to me legally, socially, a
I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!! 83. Contract marriage
ELOWEN “What?!” A gasp tore through me, loud enough for Alexander to hear in the other room for certain. My heart stopped. Actually stopped. The world tilted so sharply I had to grip the counter not to collapse.“What the hell Mom?” I almost barked, barely able to contain my tone. “She— she’s been talking to her friend. Remember, aunt Rose? Her grandson, Jordan.” Mom explained. “He just returned from abroad. Successful. Well-mannered. Comes from a good family. Your grandmother thinks it’s time to ‘secure your future’ before you— you take any further wrong step”“Mom,” I choked. “I am twenty-five. I am not a child.” “I know, but you know them.” Mom whispered back, like she was afraid the walls would hear.I sank onto a stool. My legs wouldn’t hold me.“But why? She didn’t even ask for my consent once.”“She doesn’t think she needs to. You know how she is. She thinks you’re… drifting. And when she saw that article— about you and Adrian— she said she ‘won’t tolerate any second scand
I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!! 82. Marriage...
ELOWEN The apartment was too quiet. Not peaceful, instead, it was heavy, uncomfortable, that made one restless.The kind where even the sound of the refrigerator felt like a reminder that something wasn’t right…I dropped myself on the couch, wincing as my shoulder ached. The hospital’s antiseptic smell still clung to my clothes, or maybe it was my imagination— either way, it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.I exhaled long and slow, leaning on the marble edge. “Just a normal day,” I muttered under my breath, though no part of the last twenty-four hours had been normal.Alexander had been in that hospital bed overnight, and the closeness with him was enough to make my lungs twist tight even now.I had insisted on staying though. Refused to leave his side even when the doctors said he would be fine. Guilt did that— heavy, thorned, and impossible to ignore. And perhaps, my growing feelings for him…I rubbed my temples. It didn’t matter that he had stayed because I asked the doctors to keep
I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!! 81. It's my... brother
ELOWEN I didn’t want to answer and wanted to ignore. I wanted to throw the phone out the window. I wanted to crawl under the tight warmth of Alexander’s presence and disappear for a few hours.But I answered anyway. I have ignored him too much. “Finally,” Cassian’s voice came through, calm as static, cold as winter. “What happened?”“I’m fine,” I forced out.“That wasn’t my question.” He said, his voice as usual, calm and cold. My throat tightened. “Cassian—”“Mom told me everything.” His tone sharpened. “I’ll be there in a week.”My pulse stumbled. “I- I thought you'll be here after a week?”“Yes, I did. Now, I'll arrive a week before.” He said, “why? Are you not pleased with my arrival?” I blinked. “Cassian, I don't have any problems. I was just saying, you don’t have to—”“I’m not asking, Pie.” He said, shutting me up, and even though he had used the endearment he always uses, it was cold. Then colder: “And until then? Don’t do anything stupid, Elowen. Do you hear me?”A famil
I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!! 80. Flirting...
ELOWENHospitals always smelled the same— cold antiseptic, recycled air, and something artificial that pretended to be clean. But tonight, the smell clung too tightly, settling into my lungs as though it was trying to choke me with reminders of the rooftop.Alexander was supposed to spend one night under observation. Just one, although he didn't want to, I insisted. In fact, I insisted on staying as well. He didn’t argue. That alone scared me more than anything.Why?— Well, he's changing around me, behaving so gently that it makes my heart tremble more than I could bear. I glanced at him. He was sitting up now, shirtless from where the nurses removed the gauze to recheck his wound, and the low lamp cast a warm glow across the hospital room, softening the sharp lines of his face. He looked too calm for someone who had almost died because of me.And somehow, that made the knot in my stomach twist harder.I sat on the chair beside the bed, knees tucked close, hands wrapped around my
I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!! 79. Do you feel that?
ALEXANDERThe elevator doors slid open with a hiss that felt unnervingly loud. Hospital lights flooded in, white and unforgiving, slicing into my eyes. I should’ve blinked, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Elowen was still trembling against my side, and the only thing keeping me upright was the stubborn refusal to let her go.“Sir—!” Two medical staff rushed forward, but I stepped sideways, shielding her with my body.“I will walk.” My voice came out like gravel. Controlled and cold. Minutes away from cracking though. “Elowen, stay close,” I murmured without looking at her. My arm tightened around her waist, my blood-soaked sleeve sticking to her dress.She opened her mouth— probably to argue but she didn’t. She just followed the pressure of my hand as if we were stitched together.Good. I needed her close. I needed to see her breathing.Every step sent a spike of heat through my arm, and my vision flickered at the edges, colours bending. I locked my jaw until it hurt. I would not collapse
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