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CHAPTER SIX
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Married To The Cold Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
The nausea had been subtle at first. Easy to ignore. I blamed the stress. The long days. The emotional whiplash of watching a life unravel and rebuild itself in public. But when the dizziness came again; sharp and insistent, I knew it wasn’t something rest would fix. The doctor didn’t take long. She smiled before she spoke. And just like that, the world shifted. I waited until evening. Not because I was afraid, but because some truths deserved stillness. Adrian came home earlier than usual, jacket slung over his arm, expression lighter than it had been in weeks. He stopped short when he saw me sitting at the dining table, hands folded, a single envelope between us. “What’s wrong?” he asked immediately. “Nothing,” I said. That made him more suspicious. I slid the envelope toward him. “What’s this?” “Open it.” He hesitated, then did. His eyes moved over the paper once. Then again. Then he looked up slowly. “You’re…?” His voice faltered. “Is this…” “Yes,” I said softl
Married To The Cold Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The call came just after midnight. Adrian answered it without looking at the screen. “I know,” he said calmly. I sat up in bed. “Know what?” He listened for a moment longer, then ended the call. “She’s done hiding,” he said. “Tomorrow morning, she releases everything.” My chest tightened. “Everything?” “Yes,” he replied. “A controlled leak. Enough truth to look honest. Enough omission to still wound.” “And you?” “And me,” he said quietly, “she expects to fold.” I reached for his hand. “Will you?” He looked at me then—no armor, no calculation. “No,” he said. “I’m done letting other people tell my story.” The press conference was set for ten a.m. Mrs. Westwood’s statement came first, just as predicted. I have always acted in Adrian’s best interest. Decisions were made to ensure his future. I regret that private matters have become public, but transparency is now necessary. Necessary. That word again. By the time Adrian stepped onto the stage, the narrative was already
Married To The Cold Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
The morning felt different. Not lighter; nothing was light anymore, but steadier, like the ground had finally decided not to shift beneath our feet. I woke before Adrian did, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the rare softness in his expression when he wasn’t guarding himself. In sleep, he looked younger. Unburdened. Like a man who didn’t need to anticipate betrayal before breakfast. I traced a fingertip along his arm. He stirred. “You’re staring,” he murmured, eyes still closed. “I’m observing,” I corrected. “That sounds dangerous.” “Only if you wake up,” I said. His eyes opened then, dark and alert despite the hour. He pulled me closer without hesitation, forehead resting against mine. “Still here?” he asked quietly. “Yes.” The word mattered. He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all night. The appearance wasn’t planned. That was what made it powerful. Adrian had a luncheon scheduled; philanthropic, carefully neutral, a room full of people trained
Married To The Cold Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY
The city slept beneath us. Not the restless kind of sleep filled with sirens and screens, but the quiet, suspended kind, where even power paused to breathe. Adrian stood on the balcony, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, the night air brushing against skin that had carried too much tension for too long. I watched him from the doorway, struck by how alone he looked even now; victorious, contained, and still bracing for impact. “You’re allowed to come inside,” I said softly. He turned, the corner of his mouth lifting faintly. “I was wondering how long you’d let me pretend I needed distance.” “I wasn’t pretending,” I replied. “I was waiting.” “For?” “For you to stop thinking.” That earned a quiet laugh. He stepped inside, sliding the door shut behind him. The city disappeared, leaving just us and the hush of something unspoken finally demanding attention. “You were fearless today,” he said. “You didn’t hesitate.” “I did,” I corrected. “I just didn’t let anyone see it.” He m
Married To The Cold Billionaire CHAPTER NINETEEN
The invitation was informal. That was the trap. A brief conversation. A human angle. No comments on speculation. I stared at the message on my phone long after the screen dimmed. “They want you,” Adrian said quietly from across the room. “Yes.” “They’ll tear you apart.” “Only if I let them control the narrative,” I replied. He rubbed a hand down his face. “This is exactly what she wants.” “No,” I said. “She wants silence. Confusion. A vacuum.” He met my eyes. “And you want to walk into it.” “I want to fill it.” The studio was smaller than I expected. Neutral colors. Soft lighting. The kind of place designed to look harmless while asking dangerous questions. The host smiled warmly as I took my seat. “Thank you for joining us,” she said. “I know this hasn’t been an easy time.” “No,” I agreed. “But it’s been clarifying.” She nodded. “There’s been a lot of speculation about your husband’s family history. How has that affected your marriage?” There it was. I breathed i
Married To The Cold Billionaire CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The story broke before sunrise. Not as a scandal. As a concern. SOURCES QUESTION WESTWOOD HEIR’S ORIGINS SEALED ADOPTION RECORDS MAY COMPLICATE LEADERSHIP STABILITY I read it three times, my chest tightening with each pass. By the fourth article, the language sharpened. Unverified claims. Questions of legitimacy. Board unease. They never said the word illegitimate. They didn’t need to. Adrian stood behind me, already dressed, tie perfectly knotted like armor. “She’s reframed it,” he said calmly. “Not as betrayal. As instability.” “She’s questioning whether you’re fit to lead,” I replied. “She’s questioning whether I belong,” he corrected. By nine a.m., the calls began. Board members requesting “clarity.” Partners postponing appearances. A foundation donor quietly withdrawing support “until matters resolved.” Adrian handled every conversation with precision. Not defensive. Not apologetic. Controlled. But control has limits. When the third board member suggested a
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