Secret Wife Of The Billionaire

My heart thundered against my ribcage as I stared at the people in front of me, my breath hitching in disbelief. "What do you mean she ran away... and I should take her place as the bride?" The words came out in a whisper, trembling on my tongue, then a little louder, laced with horror.I scanned their faces, desperate for any sign that this was a cruel joke. But all I saw was panic... urgency... and expectation. My hands trembled violently as I took a step back, the walls of the room pressing in on me."I can't believe Beatrice decided to run away on the day of her wedding... and now I have to take her place." My voice cracked as the words escaped, foreign and surreal. My pulse roared in my ears, palms slick with sweat. This couldn't be happening. Not to me.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. "No, Mommy, I can't! I won't marry that man for Beatrice's sake!" My fists clenched by my sides, my chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths. "Why don’t you just tell his famil

“How does it feel to be Mrs. Amato?”Alessandro’s voice sliced through the tense silence, sharp and laced with mockery. His piercing blue eyes bore into mine—cold, unforgiving, as though daring me to lie to him.“I hope we live a happily married life,” he added, his tone dripping with sarcasm, each word poisoned with disdain.Before I could react, his fingers closed around my hand in a deceptively gentle gesture that quickly turned into a punishing grip. Pain lanced through my wrist, sharp and hot.Fear crawled up my spine. This wasn’t just a warning. It was a promise.“You could end the marriage now while you still have the chance,” he said, voice cold and precise, each syllable like glass. “And don’t worry—you won’t be responsible for any damages. I’ll make sure of that.”His words weren’t an offer. They were a challenge.He wanted me to run.He expected me to crumble.He wanted this to end before it even began.My heart pounded in my chest, but my voice refused to leave my throat.W

My heart pounded against my chest as I bolted out of my room, breath hitching with every frantic step. The eerie silence that followed the crash made it worse—too quiet, too sudden. The marble floor beneath my bare feet was ice-cold, grounding me in fear and urgency. What could have caused such a terrifying sound? And worse—was I still alone in this house?I skidded into the kitchen, heart thundering. And there he was.Alessandro stood motionless in the center of the room, his face carved from stone. Shards of broken glass littered the floor around him like fragments of an untold story. The overhead light flickered softly, catching the glint of each jagged piece—like cruel little stars scattered at his feet.My breath caught when I saw it—blood. Crimson droplets trailed down his right hand, dripping from his fingers, staining the white floor in haunting patterns."Are you okay?" I asked, breathless, taking a cautious step forward. The concern in my voice cracked through the tension lik

Before I could even process what was happening, the doors slammed shut with a mechanical clank, locking themselves in place like the closing of a vault. The alarm blared, sharp and merciless, echoing off the cold walls like a warning bell from hell itself."No! No! No!" I cried out, rushing to the door, frantically yanking at the handle, pushing, pulling—anything to break free. It wouldn’t budge.My chest tightened as fear surged up my throat like a wave. Panic took hold."Help!" I screamed, banging my fists against the door with every ounce of strength I had. "Is anybody there?! I'm locked inside!"But the house stayed silent, like it was mocking me. Like it was listening, but chose not to answer.And that’s when the truth hit me.I was alone. Utterly, terrifyingly alone in this massive house. No staff. No family. No one coming to save me.Only me.And my mistake.I sank back against the cold wall, the reality of it all crashing down on me like ice water.I had broken Alessandro’s num

I was shattered.Devastated.The weight of what had just happened crushed me, stealing the breath from my lungs. Alessandro had forced himself on me—and no matter how many times I blinked, I couldn’t erase the images, the pain, or the sound of my own screams echoing in my head.The violation clung to my skin like a second layer—impossible to peel off. I curled up in the corner of the room, every muscle in my body shaking, my sobs tearing through the still air like broken glass. Blood stained the sheets, the floor beneath me—a brutal testament to the horror I had endured.I wept until I couldn’t anymore.Until my body gave in to exhaustion and my mind sought refuge in the numbness of sleep.But peace was a stranger to me now.A loud bang from somewhere in the house snapped me awake, the sharp sound dragging me back to the brutal reality of what had happened just hours ago. I sat up slowly, my limbs aching, my soul heavier than it had ever been.The mirror across the room caught my eye.