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MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR Chapter Sixty one: Slapped
Lena stared at Carmelita, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The words just wouldn't come. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, filling up the small living room until it felt like the walls were pressing in on her."Mother..." she finally managed to whisper."Don't call me that," Carmelita snapped, her voice sharp as a blade cutting through the air. Her eyes were cold, colder than Lena had ever seen them. The woman who used to smooth her hair and call her daughter was gone, replaced by someone who looked at her like she was something dirty on the bottom of her shoe.Lena flinched back, her shoulders hunching up around her ears. She could feel Mia and Sarah watching from the corner. "You ruined the bond between two friends," Carmelita continued, her voice getting louder with each word. "So what exactly do you want to explain to me again? What excuse are you going to give me this time?"Lena bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting blood. She turned
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR Chapter Sixty: Visit To Lena
"I better start getting ready and prepare to come over," Carmelita said, her tone excited. "Alright mother, see you soon," Sarah and Mia said almost in unison, their voices carrying a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "You too, ladies," Carmelita said before hanging up, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed the phone down on the marble side table. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.---LENA'S APARTMENTThe small apartment felt suffocating in the late afternoon heat. Lena sat curled up on her worn leather couch in the cramped sitting room, her legs tucked beneath her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The device's blue light illuminated her face in the dim room, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes and the tension lines that had become permanent fixtures around her mouth.She wore an oversized sweater that hung loosely on her thin frame, trying to hide the bandage wrapp
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR Chapter Fifty Nine: Assumption
Mia let out a long, shaky breath . "It's not that I don't trust him anymore," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... some part of me still trembles when I think about what could have happened if that stranger hadn't shown up when he did."Sarah reached over and squeezed her friend's hand. She could see the way Mia's fingers still trembled slightly, the way her eyes would dart toward the door every few minutes as if expecting danger to walk through it."I know," Sarah said softly. "But you're safe now. Mia nodded, though her grip on Sarah's hand remained tight. "Speaking of that red-haired guy... I can't stop thinking about it. How does he know William and Andrew so well? I mean, the way he talked to them, it was like they were old friends or something.""Maybe they are friends," Sarah suggested, settling back into her chair. "He definitely spoke to them casually enough. Like he'd known them for years.""And that name... Anthony." Mia frowned, pressing her
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
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