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CHAPTER 47: December Fifteenth.
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ALESSA’S POVI never imagined I’d be the one standing at the center of Michael’s universe tonight.Not because I meant to. Not because I wanted to. But because Elena had given me a role to play, and I had no energy left to refuse.Two days before December 15th, his birthday, I transformed the luxury venue Elena booked into something out of a billionaire’s dream. A platform rose at the center of the hall like a crown. Black and gold curtains flowed like velvet waterfalls. The chandeliers gleamed like stars. It wasn’t just a celebration, it was an empire built in a night.Every flower, every flicker of light, every inch of space had my signature on it.I didn’t feel proud. I didn’t feel anything.I just... did it.The guest list was tight but extravagant, business associates, family friends, a few celebrities who probably didn’t know Michael personally but came for the camera flashes.Elena made sure her circle was there. I made sure mine blended in. I also ensured his father, Adrian,
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 47: December Fifteenth.
NATASHA’S POVExactly four days after the doctor looked us in the eyes and told us Nina was gone, we buried her.But we weren’t just burying Nina.We were burying Madam Margaret Johnson too, her grandmother. She had a heart attack the same day from the shock of Nina's death. No warning. No final words. Just silence.They say you remember grief in strange, quiet ways, a scent, a date, the echo of someone’s laugh in a hallway. But this one? This pain? I won't need reminders.December 15th.Michael’s birthday.A day that once meant surprise kisses, intentional bad singing over cake, playful arguments about candles, and love notes on napkins. But not today. Not in the past 3 and half years.Today, I am burying my best friend.And her grandmother.Two coffins. Two souls. One hole in the earth. One in my chest.The sky was a pale, unmoving gray, like it knew better than to try shining today. It wasn’t raining, but I wished it would. I wanted thunder. A flood. Something to match the grief i
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 46: Things We Don’t Say.
ALESSA'S POVI never imagined how exhausting it could be to avoid someone you live with.Three months. That’s how long it’s been since I told Michael I hated him and meant it.Since then, I’ve built a new rhythm for myself. It’s not peace, exactly. More like survival. A numb kind of routine. But it’s working… or at least it pretends to.My days orbit three places: my mother’s house, my husband’s house, and work. That’s it. That’s the cycle. That’s the loop. Over and over like a scratched record no one bothers to change.I spend more time at my mother’s house now than I ever did as a child. Her home is warm, smelling always of fried plantains or lemon-scented floor cleaner. Her love is gentle, quiet. She talks to me without demanding answers. She listens without prying. She knows I’m not okay but she doesn’t say it out loud.That’s her way of loving me. Just being there. No therapy sessions. No dramatic interventions. Just soft presence.Michael’s house, our house feels more like a st
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.
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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
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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
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