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CHAPTER 82: Between Two Homes.
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The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 83: Where Hearts Belong.
ALESSA'S POV The clock had long passed eight when the warmth of my mother’s home finally began to tug at the edges of night. Soft lamplight spilled through the windows, painting gentle patterns on the polished floors, while the faint scent of chamomile and lavender lingered, wrapping me in a blanket of familiarity and comfort. Every corner of the house felt alive with memories, each familiar creak of the floorboards and rustle of curtains whispering stories of love and care. Tonight, it felt more like a haven than ever before, a place where time slowed just enough to savor the simple, human joys of family and home.I stood near the door, smoothing the fabric of my dress, and turned to Michael with a small smile. “I think I’m ready,” I said, my voice lighter than I felt, though happiness still bubbled beneath it. There was a gentle flutter in my chest, a mix of excitement and lingering warmth from the evening’s moments, hugs, laughter, and the kind of tender gazes that could only
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 82: Between Two Homes.
ALESSA'S POVThe car glided smoothly through the quiet streets, its hum a low, steady purr beneath us. The leather seat was cool against my back, though warmth still pulsed through me from the applause, from the tower that bore my name, from the weight of the ring on my finger.I leaned my head against the glass, the city lights blurring past in streaks of gold and silver. My chest ached with too many emotions to name: joy, disbelief, gratitude, love.I turned to Michael, my voice hushed. “Thank you.”He looked at me, one brow lifting slightly as if I had said something foolish. “Thank me? For what, my queen?”“For everything,” I whispered. My throat thickened. “For believing in me. For today. For showing me a side of you I never thought I’d see.”His amber eyes softened, a flicker of tenderness melting through the usual steel. “You should know by now, every side of me belongs to you.”The words pierced straight into me. I let out a shaky laugh, shaking my head. “I’m glad I stayed, Mi
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 81: Crown of Fire.
ALESSA’S POVThe skyscraper loomed before me, a monument of glass and steel piercing the heavens, my name blazing across its crown in bold, golden light. The Harter Collection. My brand. My legacy. My dream that had once lived only as a whisper in my heart, now standing tall enough to kiss the sky.And yet, as I stood there clutching Michael’s hand, trembling, I felt so impossibly small.The ring glittered on my finger, its weight still new, anchoring me to this reality that felt too vast to belong to me. The proposal, the kiss, the promise, it all swirled inside me like a storm of light, I had fallen in love with this man all over again. And now this tower, my tower rose in front of me, daring me to step inside and claim what I never thought I could.Michael’s thumb brushed my knuckles, steady, grounding, coaxing me to breathe. His eyes softened as he leaned closer, whispering, “It’s time, my queen.”His queen. His words struck me again, fierce and gentle, burning through my chest.
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 80: From Ashes to Empire.
ALESSA'S POV When Michael slipped the ring onto my finger, the world did not just change. It exploded into light, into something too vast and too dazzling to belong to reality.The word yes had barely left my lips before my body began trembling, laughter and tears spilling over me in unstoppable waves. I clung to him as though letting go might cause it all to vanish, burying my face against his chest, breathing in the solid warmth of him, the clean scent of his suit, the steadiness that had always been him.My heartbeat thundered against his, wild and unsteady, yet perfectly at home, as though it had always belonged there.Perhaps that love I had carried for him back in our high school days had never truly died. Perhaps I had only buried it, trying to disguise it with denial, convincing myself it was just a memory. Yet here it was, blooming so fiercely that I could no longer contain it.Michael pressed a kiss to the top of my head, whispering words I barely caught, words that poured
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 79: The Harter Collection.
MICHAEL'S POV I had rehearsed this moment in my head a thousand times.Every word, every detail, every way her eyes might widen when she saw the rooftop, the candles, the music. I wanted it to be perfect. No, more than perfect. I wanted it to be unforgettable, something that would bury every bitter memory I had ever given her, something that would say without words: this time, I choose you, completely.That morning, when I walked into her room, my face was calm, my voice steady, but inside? My chest was raging. Alessa was sitting with Disha, laughter still clinging to her lips, and when her eyes found mine, I almost forgot the lines I had prepared. Almost.I couldn’t let her see. Couldn’t let her suspect. So I played it cool, careful, precise.“Get dressed. I’m taking you somewhere,” I said.The words came out smoother than I felt. My palms were damp, but my tone was calm, clipped, as though it were the most ordinary thing.When she asked somewhere? and pressed for answers, my lips
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 78: LOUDER THAN WORDS.
ALESSA’S POV A knock came just as Disha and I were deep in one of our early morning talks, the kind that always slipped between seriousness and nonsense, laughter and secrets.“Come in,” I called without thinking, smoothing the edge of my blanket.The door opened, and Michael strolled inside with the kind of ease that had become familiar. A year ago, I would have bristled at the intrusion, felt the boundary crossed. But now… now it felt oddly right, as if even my room had accepted him.“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice warm, steady, carrying that calm confidence he never seemed to misplace.“Good morning,” I echoed, exchanging a quick glance with Disha before turning back to him.His eyes lingered on mine longer than usual, and then he said it, so casually it startled me:“Get dressed. I’m taking you somewhere.”I blinked. “Somewhere?”He only nodded, the faintest curve tugging at his lips.“What do you mean somewhere? Is it…” I faltered, the words tumbling out before I could sto
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