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CHAPTER 50: CHRISTMAS EVE.

Penulis: Daisy
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ALESSA’S POV

December 24th arrived like a whisper, soft, cold, and heavy with memory.

The house still carried the scent of vanilla and spice, a fading echo of Michael’s birthday ten days ago.

Even after the grandeur of the party in the hall, his mother insisted on a smaller, more intimate gathering at home.

But that was then. Today, the silence had replaced the music. The heater hummed low, and outside, the faint chimes of distant bells broke the stillness like a ghost of joy.

I sat curled beside the frosted window, a mug of lukewarm cocoa resting between my palms. The snow fell in thick layers, covering the ground like a dream I couldn't wake from. And I could smell it, the scent of pine, cinnamon, and something deeper. Grief.

I should have felt festive. I should have leaned into the lights and laughter. But instead, my heart weighed heavy, like it had grown roots in sorrow. That ache, the one grief carves deep into your bones was gnawing again.

My mind dragged me back to that day.
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  • The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy.   CHAPTER 50: CHRISTMAS EVE.

    ALESSA’S POVDecember 24th arrived like a whisper, soft, cold, and heavy with memory.The house still carried the scent of vanilla and spice, a fading echo of Michael’s birthday ten days ago. Even after the grandeur of the party in the hall, his mother insisted on a smaller, more intimate gathering at home. But that was then. Today, the silence had replaced the music. The heater hummed low, and outside, the faint chimes of distant bells broke the stillness like a ghost of joy.I sat curled beside the frosted window, a mug of lukewarm cocoa resting between my palms. The snow fell in thick layers, covering the ground like a dream I couldn't wake from. And I could smell it, the scent of pine, cinnamon, and something deeper. Grief.I should have felt festive. I should have leaned into the lights and laughter. But instead, my heart weighed heavy, like it had grown roots in sorrow. That ache, the one grief carves deep into your bones was gnawing again.My mind dragged me back to that day.

  • The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy.   CHAPTER 49: The Illusion of Forgiveness.

    MICHAEL'S POVI should've looked away. The same way she always did.I should've focused on the clinking of glasses, the hum of polite laughter, the careful orchestration of a perfect night. Every movement was precise, every smile rehearsed. The chandeliers bathed the guests in gold and grace, the music drifting like silk around us. It was flawless.But my eyes betrayed me.They followed her.Alessa.She moved through the room like something out of an untouchable dream, elegant, cold, composed. And when she brushed past me, her scent lingered in the air. A soft, clean perfume. Not loud. Not desperate. The kind that wrapped around your chest like a slow burn.For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe.That black dress, silk, shimmering under the crystal lights clung to her like moonlight held in human form. Her thick black hair swept up, exposing her neck, her back, her spine etched in delicate poise.She didn’t glance my way. Not once.But I saw her.And for the first time in years,

  • The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy.   CHAPTER 48: Applause for a Lie.

    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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