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Chapter Twelve
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2025-05-23 01:49:36
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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He looked at me like I was someone else.Someone long gone.His fingers hovered inches from my cheek, his eyes glassy and lost. He was not with me in that moment. He was somewhere else entirely. Some night in the past, some memory still clawing at him.“Kimberly,” he whispered again, barely breathing the name.The name slipped from his lips like it belonged there.My chest tightened, but I refused to let him see it.I could have screamed. I could have slapped him again. But instead, I took a small step back, keeping my face calm, even though everything inside me was cracking.“Wrong woman,” I said, my voice steady and quiet.I jerked awake, “Wow, I still re-lived it in my dream. David, you're a real jerk even showing up in my dream.” I thought as I tried to bury it this time. I won't allow him to destroy my entirety. I'm not allowing him to have an effect on my life. I'm not going to cry, I will pull myself together. Because if I shattered now, I would never stop falling.I glanced
Married To The Devilish Billionaire Chapter Thirteen
I woke up feeling like I had not slept at all. My body was still, but my mind had been running the entire night. I could not stop replaying everything David had said to me. Every word from our fight echoed in my head like it was happening all over again.The orchid was still sitting on the table beside the bed. I stared at it for a while. It looked beautiful and full of hope when I placed it there yesterday. Now it just looked tired, like me.I could not stay in the house. I needed to escape the air, the walls, the silence. I needed space, so I grabbed my sweater and headed straight to the greenhouse.The moment I walked in, I took a deep breath. The scent of the soil, the leaves, and the faint smell of roses helped calm my nerves a little. I pulled on a pair of gloves and picked up a small pot that needed repotting. My hands went to work while my thoughts tried to stay quiet.I wanted to cry, but I refused to. I kept telling myself I was not weak. I did not need David’s validation. I
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 never
Married To The Devilish Billionaire Chapter Eleven
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 mornin
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
Married To The Devilish Billionaire Chapter Nine
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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