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Chapter Twelve
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GemmaThis is the second chapter. I hope you love it. Let me know in the comments how much this chapter weighed on you 🥰 I felt Samantha's pain as I was writing.
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Married To The Devilish Billionaire Chapter Twelve
"I'm getting plants for my apartment balcony. What are you doing here besides demolishing the local mean girls club?" "Buying supplies for my greenhouse restoration project.""Look at you, going all Martha Stewart." She grinned. "I approve. Though I have to say, it looks like David is rubbing off of you now. You look... I don't know, fiercer somehow.""Desperation will do that to a person.""Ah." Ella nodded sagely. "Speaking of desperation, how did you handle the whole drama with Vincent and your husband at the club?"My stomach clenched at the mention of my ex-fiancé's name. "I don't care! I think David still has him locked up.”"Good stuff! My friend, he deserves it and more, I wish he's locked there forever.”“I don't give a damn, girlfriend.”"Speaking of men, how's David now? Your husband, the cold and mysterious as the tabloids make him out to be?"I considered how to answer that. The truth was too complicated, too raw."He's definitely... Still complicated.""Oof. That's neve
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The morning air carried the promise of change as I stood in the doorway of the greenhouse, watching David's sleek black sedan disappear down the driveway. His departure felt like the lifting of a weight I hadn't realized I'd been carrying. I could literally breathe freely in the house.I turned back to my sanctuary-in-progress, rolling up my sleeves with renewed determination. The afternoon sun streamed through the newly cleaned glass panels, casting rainbow prisms across the workspace I'd begun to create. This would be mine—the one corner of David's empire where I could exist without apology."Mrs. Smith?" Ann appeared at the entrance, carrying a tray with fresh coffee and pastries. "I thought you might need some fuel for your project."I smiled, genuinely grateful for her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Ann. And please, when we're alone like this, just call me Samantha."She set the tray on an old potting table I'd rescued and scrubbed clean. "The supplies you ordered arrived this morni
Married To The Devilish Billionaire Chapter Ten
Silence rode with us in the back of the limousine like a third passenger—unwelcome but impossible to evict. I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as we sped through the night. The diamond necklace felt heavy against my skin now, no longer an adornment but a collar, marking me as property. David's property. Or perhaps more accurately, a piece in his elaborate chess game of business and perception.I didn't glance his way. Wouldn't give him the satisfaction. The memory of Olivia's hands on him, possessive and familiar, burned in my mind. More than that, the casual way he'd allowed it—as if I myself were invisible.When the car pulled into the circular driveway of the mansion, David exited without a word or backward glance. His polished shoes crunched on the gravel, the sound diminishing as he strode toward the house, shoulders stiff beneath his tailored jacket.The driver opened my door. "Mrs. Smith."The title still felt foreign on my ears. A name borrowed, not earned. I th
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The morning after everything happened was deafeningly quiet. The kind of quiet that crushes your lungs and makes every footstep sound like an accusation.I skipped breakfast. I wasn't hungry, and the thought of sitting across from either David or his mother made my stomach turn. Instead, I stayed in my room until past noon, pretending to read while staring at the same page for an hour.When a soft knock came at my door, I half-expected it to be Ann with some excuse to check on me. But it was neither Ann nor David who stood there.It was Marcus, David's personal assistant. Tall, professionally detached, with those rectangular glasses that made him look perpetually disappointed."Mrs. Smith," he said, voice deliberately neutral. "Mr. Smith requests your presence in his office."I almost laughed. Requests my presence. Like a summons from a king."What for?" I asked."I believe there's an event this evening he wishes to discuss."An event. Of course. Another performance for the cameras."
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I didn’t sleep.I sat there for a long time. Long enough for the streetlight outside to shift its angle through the blinds. My shoes lay discarded on the floor, my dress bunched up around my waist, and my thoughts spinning without catching anything solid.I thought about getting up. I didn’t.I stared at the ceiling like it owed me something.The house had gone still, like it always did past midnight. But the stillness wasn’t calm. It felt... loaded. The kind of silence that sits in the chest, waiting.Then I heard the door open.His door. David’s.I heard the way his shoes landed lightly on the hallway floor. Measured. Not sneaky, just... controlled. Like he always was.I didn’t move—not until I heard his knock—three soft taps. It was not urgent, and it was not apologetic, either, but I opened the door anyway.David didn’t ask if he could come in. He never did. He just stepped in like he owned the air, like my silence was just a placeholder for his voice.He didn’t look at me when he
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The hallway light was on. Dim, yellow, humming faintly. I hadn’t even realized how long I’d been sitting in the car until my legs ached from being folded for too long. Ann tried to take my handbag, but I shook my head.“I’ll do it,” I murmured.She gave me one last glance, the kind that lingered too long to be casual, and then nodded and walked off.The front door clicked behind me, and I was met with silence, as usual.The living room lights spilled out from the open doorway, and I knew even before I walked in that someone was in there. The air felt different. Still, but too awake. Like someone had been waiting.I stepped in slowly, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag.She was seated like a queen on the armrest of the couch. One leg crossed over the other. Perfect posture. Not a single hair out of place. Theresa Smith. The woman who had raised David. The woman who looked at me like I was something she scraped off the bottom of her red-sole heel.She didn’t get up.Her eye
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I didn’t trust my own eyes at first.Everything was hazy — my lashes stuck together with tears, my head pounding from the weight of emotions I hadn’t had the time to unpack. But there it was. A white towel, clean and folded, extended in front of me like an offer I didn’t know how to receive.I blinked hard.For a second, I thought it was someone else. A stranger. Maybe even a hallucination. But the voice that followed shattered that illusion with its usual iciness.“Stop crying like a child,” David said, his tone flat and completely unaffected. “You look ridiculous. What are you now? Soft?”I froze.The sting of his words hit faster than the towel ever could. My throat closed up, my breath catching somewhere between shame and exhaustion. Of course. Even now, when everything felt like it was falling apart, David still found a way to stay the same; detached, cold, never letting the world tilt his axis.And yet… he handed me the towel.I took it slowly, like it might burn my fingers, and
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The music pounded like a second pulse under the floor, heavy, messy, loud. Strobe lights flickered across bodies that didn’t care who watched. Glasses clinked. People laughed. Drinks spilled. But all of that disappeared the second I saw him leaning on the bar like he owned the damn building. He looked the same and worse. Arrogant. Surrounded by loud, shallow men who laughed too hard at nothing. His eyes found me in seconds. And then, that smirk. That slow, venom-coated smirk that always came before something vile.“Oh, look who it is,” he said, his voice loud enough to cut clean through the music, which made heads turn. “The famous slut… now rocking the ring of the city’s biggest whoremaster.”The air snapped. Like something had broken in it. His voice reached farther than it should have. People paused. Even the guys who harassed me earlier looked up.I didn’t flinch. Not my face. Not my body. I kept walking like I hadn’t heard a thing. I reached for Ella’s hand without a word.“Let’s
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"You’ll never be her."The words resounded in my head like a curse, slicing deeper with every repetition. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind that made me shiver or the truth that had finally sunk in. My fingers trembled as I pushed through the mansion’s heavy doors, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else.David was still at the graveyard, kneeling and still grieving. But not for me. “Why would he?” The demon in my head talked again. “You guys literally just met, and you know the marriage was just to save yourself.”“I fucking know…I do, but not to the extent that I will never matter to him. He will never really see me.” I responded loudly to my demon as a bitter laugh bubbled up my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not now.I needed to leave.Gripping my phone, I scrolled to the only person I could trust—Ella."Where are you?"I hit send, my pulse racing as I made my way toward the garage. If David could lose himself in his past, then I had e
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