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CHAPTER 9: Perfect Lie.
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The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 107: Between Breath and Rain.
ALESSA'S POV The moment Michael and Disha reached where Natasha and I stood, still wrapped in an emotional hug, I felt a rush of relief and guilt collide inside me. I released her gently and guided her toward the car. Disha quickly got into the front seat beside Michael, while Natasha and I settled into the back.The air inside the car felt heavy but safe like we had just escaped something tragedy without even realizing how close we were. Everyone wanted to know what had happened to Natasha and why she was at the police station, but no one was as desperate to know as I was. I had literally seen her just minutes earlier, standing at the edge of giving up on her own life. That image of her, the trembling hands, the broken eyes, the rain falling around her was carved into me.As the car rolled out of the parking lot, I reached over and squeezed her hand. She turned slightly, offering a weak smile. My chest tightened. Maybe I hadn’t been there for her as much as I should have been latel
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 106: BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS.
NATASHA’S POVAbout thirty minutes later, I was still sitting in the same chair, staring blankly at the glass when an officer came in and told me it was time to leave. His voice sounded distant, like it was echoing from a faraway place.When I tried to stand, dizziness hit me from both sides. The officer had to hold me by the arm until I was steady enough to walk. My legs felt like they were dragging through wet sand as he led me out of the visitation room.The air outside was cold and sharp. I blinked, but my vision was still blurred from the endless tears that refused to dry. I walked slowly toward where I had parked, fumbling for my keys with trembling hands. When I finally managed to open the door, I fell into the driver’s seat, my entire body shaking.For a long moment, I just sat there, gripping the steering wheel like it could anchor me to the world. My heart was pounding too fast, and my breath came out in quick, shallow bursts. I knew I couldn’t drive, not like this. I could
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 105: UNFORGETTABLE VISIT
NATASHA’S POVI sat still in my studio, staring at the lyrics I had just magically brought together. They looked perfect at least until my heart started to ache again.It came quietly, that buried thought I’d pushed down almost a year ago, slipping back into my mind like a thief in the dark. I couldn’t understand why I suddenly felt this way. Why pain I thought I’d buried came back, raw and uninvited.Was it the lyrics? Was I feeling this way because the song was about a lost friendship? Or was it because, deep down, I was still grieving the one person I swore I’d moved on from, Nina?Guilt and sadness came flooding back all at once, and before I knew it, I could barely breathe. My chest tightened as the thought hit me:I never got the chance to ask Caleb why he did it. Why he killed the woman he swore to love?My throat burned, tears prickled the corners of my eyes, and my grip on the guitar tightened until my knuckles turned white, as if holding it could somehow stop my heart from c
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 104: Paper Never Lies.
ALESSA’S POVThe polished glass doors of Harter Collections slid shut behind me, sealing in the carefully arranged smiles and guarded eyes I had left behind.My heels tapped against the pavement in a steady rhythm, each strike echoing faintly against the sleek facade of the building. I kept my steps measured, my back straight, my chin lifted. If anyone inside was still watching through those pristine windows, they would see only composure. They would not see the storm circling inside me, pressing hard at the edges of my calm.The driver and two of my personal bodyguards stood waiting at the curb. Their faces, as always, were schooled into unreadable neutrality. Trained to blend into the background, to guard without betraying thought, they almost looked carved from stone.One of them stepped forward and pulled the car door open with a single smooth motion, as though it weighed nothing at all. I slipped inside. The leather interior was cool beneath my palms, its scent faint and expensiv
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 103: Test of Ownership.
ALESSA’S POVMorning came softly, slipping through the tall windows of the Astor mansion in golden slants of light. I stirred awake to the gentle hum of the house, the distant footsteps of workers beginning their routines, the faint clink of dishes being arranged in the kitchen. It was the same rhythm I had grown accustomed to, yet today it felt different, as though the very silence of the mansion was expectant, watching to see what I would do next.Yesterday’s memories lingered around me like perfume. Michael’s steady gaze, his words of approval, the applause of employees, the shy roses that now rested in a vase beside my bed. For a moment I simply lay there, letting it all wash over me. But I knew the truth. Yesterday belonged to my husband's empire. Today had to belong to mine.His words echoed in my mind, quiet but insistent. Of course you should check on your own legacy.The Harter Collections. The very name stirred something in my chest, a mix of pride and apprehension. Unlike M
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 102: Silent Triumphs.
ALESSA’S POVThe ride home stretched longer than usual. The driver wove through the evening traffic while the city outside glittered like spilled jewels across the darkening horizon. I leaned back against the leather seat, the bouquet of roses from Lumé Luxe resting across my lap. Their fragrance clung to me, mingling with the faint trace of my perfume, a quiet reminder of the day’s warmth.Three companies. Three offices. Three different worlds that had welcomed me not with fear, not with stiff formality, but with genuine pride and joy. Their smiles and applause still lingered in my mind. It was close to half past eight by the time we turned into the driveway of the Dunlop mansion. The house loomed against the night, lights glowing softly in the tall windows like golden watchful eyes.When I stepped inside, the hush of the house wrapped around me. Only the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the hum of the air vents broke the silence. Michael was waiting for m
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