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CHAPTER 13: Eggshells and Echoes.
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The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 45: Ghost in December.
MICHAEL’S POVI don’t know how many months have passed since that night. Honestly, I stopped counting. What’s the point?The seasons shifted. Calendars flipped. Promotions were celebrated, layoffs mourned, meetings scheduled, like nothing had shattered. But for me, time stopped the moment Alessa looked me dead in the eye and said she hated me.The same girl who once stood in front of a crowd and boldly confessed her feelings… now confessed her hatred with equal fire.And the worst part? I believed her.I deserved it.After what I did, what I nearly did, there was no redemption. No speech, no gesture that could undo the damage. When she whispered that her father had died, that the only man who ever believed in her was gone, it felt like someone poured molten iron into my chest and sealed it shut.Right there, everything I’d been plotting… dissolved.The grudges. The strategies. The obsession to make her life hell. The twisted revenge I clung to like a religion.Gone.I buried it all.
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 44: The Day the Silence Screamed.
NATASHA’S POVI visited Nina every single day for three months.Every. Single. Day.Even when my own world was crashing when it felt like my name was dirt and forgiveness was a distant star I could never reach, I still showed up. I’d hold her hand, soft, cold, too still and talk to her about the most random things: about the hospital food, the weather, the memes I used to laugh at with her. I whispered prayers into her ear, clinging to every desperate hope that somewhere inside that coma, she was still listening.Because Nina wasn’t just my best friend. She was my soul-sister. The voice in my head when I lost my way. And I had lost my way badly. God! I regret everything.The world outside kept moving, uncaring, but mine had stopped the moment she collapsed. My reputation, my career, my dignity, it all shattered, a domino effect of one betrayal after another. But I tried to fix it. I truly did.I spent months filming apology videos, refunding event fees, taking accountability even w
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 43: Home, at Last.
ALESSA’S POVI couldn’t stop smiling.Even after the last guest had danced their final steps and the music had softened into a distant hum, I was still floating. My mother was here. She was safe. And the next surprise was ready.The garden had emptied out, but the flowers still swayed gently in the evening breeze, carrying with them the scent of lavender and jasmine. I sat beside Uncle Joe on the weathered stone bench beneath the tall hibiscus tree, the same way I used to back when I was a teenager, long before life grew teeth and started biting back.He draped his arm around my shoulder, drawing me into his side.“Uncle Joe?”“Hmm?”“Thank you.”He turned slightly to look at me, his expression tender. “For what, princess?”“For never leaving. For bringing her back. For knowing what I needed, even when I didn’t.”His eyes softened. He pulled me into a full embrace, firm and reassuring. “You think I’d ever leave my girl? You think I wouldn’t give you the best advice in the world?”I s
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 42: When Joy Meets the Past.
ALESSA'S POV I didn’t sleep easily that night.No, scratch that, I barely slept at all.Even though I tried to remind myself that I should be grateful, that I should be smiling and dancing and feeling everything except this tight knot of nerves pressing against my chest… I just couldn’t.My mother was coming home. She was coming home. That should’ve been enough to drown every other feeling, but somehow, it wasn’t.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how different things would be in the morning. Maybe if I just closed my eyes and stopped thinking, everything would be perfect. Maybe I could let joy take the wheel for once. Let myself pretend I was okay.Eventually, somewhere between overthinking and whispering to myself, “She’s okay now. She’s coming back to me,” I drifted off.The next morning, I jumped out of bed a little earlier than usual, heart racing like a little girl about to be reunited with her favorite person in the world. I was ready to wait in the airport
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 41: In A House That Forget.
ALESSA'S POVThe door shut behind me with a heavy thud, sealing off the chill evening and him like a coffin lid slamming into place. My lungs still burned from the weight of what I had just said. My chest was tight. My eyes, dry but buzzing. I didn’t know what I expected to find inside, but I wasn’t prepared for the whirlwind of color that greeted me.The moment I stepped into the hallway, my eyes caught on something shimmering gold ribbon twisting around the stair rail, delicate and glittering under the chandelier light.I blinked.Then I noticed more vases of fresh flowers lined the corridor, warm-colored lilies and pink peonies bursting from crystal bowls.Soft lights dangled from the banister, flickering like distant stars. On the side table, a tray of tea cups was being arranged by a maid who didn’t even glance my way.What the hell was going on?I froze halfway through the hallway. The warmth of the house was overwhelming, too thick, too cheerful. It contrasted painfully with
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 40: Triggered Shadows.
ALESSA’S POVThe moment I stepped out of the car, the night air hit me like a slap across the face, cold, sharp, and unwelcome. It clung to my skin like a warning, but I barely felt it. My legs moved on their own, taking slow, deliberate steps away from the vehicle like it was infected, like staying any closer would make me implode. I wanted distance, distance from him, from his voice, from the way his carelessness had dragged me back into the one place I had buried deep inside myself.The moment he drove past me, my knees gave out.The world dipped sideways. I stumbled forward, crashing to the ground without grace or sound. Pain bloomed through my kneecaps where they met the rough gravel, but I didn’t react. I was somewhere else now. Not here. Not tonight.Seven years ago.I was fifteen. Small. Quiet. Naïve enough to believe that what we had was real, me and Michael. Until he decided to make a joke out of me. Right there in the cafeteria. He’d laughed, loud and cruel, dragging m
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