Library
Search
Home / Romance / The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife / Laughter That Wasn't For Me

Share

Laughter That Wasn't For Me

Author: DELEPU
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-04 22:35:19

At one in the afternoon, Daniel came home.

Alina heard the sound of his car—the familiar Bentley Continental—entering the yard. Heard the car door close. Heard the sound of Daniel's dress shoes on the marble floor, confident and firm as usual.

But this time there was no excited flutter in Alina's chest. No foolish hope that maybe—Daniel came home early to see her.

No desire to go downstairs immediately. To greet Daniel at the door with a smile even though he rarely returned it. To ask if he'd e
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    The Theft

    Morning arrived.Alina woke at five-thirty to an empty bed. Daniel had already left for an early meeting.She went through her routine mechanically. Shower. Dress. Minimal makeup to hide the exhaustion that had become permanent.At six-fifteen, a maid knocked."Mrs. Blackwood, breakfast is ready in the dining room."The new schedule Margaret had imposed. Family breakfast.Another opportunity to watch Junior with Clarissa.Another reminder of everything she'd lost."I'll be down in five minutes."The maid left.Alina looked at herself in the mirror one last time.Mrs. Blackwood stared back.Empty. Compliant. Broken.She left the room, locking the door behind her out of habit even though she knew it made no difference.The cameras she didn't know about watched her go.***Downstairs, the dining room was already occupied.Margaret at her usual position. Clarissa beside Junior, cutting his toast into perfect squares.Junior chattering about a dream he'd had. Something about dinosaurs and

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    Net Tightens

    Emma's hands trembled slightly as she dialed a number she hadn't called in weeks. The phone rang three times before Richard Hayes answered."Emma? It's late. Is everything alright?"Richard's voice carried the gentle concern of a father who had learned to expect bad news about his daughter but never stopped hoping for good."Uncle, there's something I need to talk to you about. About Alina."A pause. Then Richard's voice, suddenly alert. "What is it? Is Alina alright? We haven't heard from her in over a month. Every time I call, they say she's unavailable. Resting. Busy. Always an excuse."Emma closed her eyes. "That's why I'm calling. Uncle, I have to be honest with you. Alina is not alright."The silence on the other end was heavy."Tell me everything," Richard said quietly.Emma did. She told him everything she'd heard from Mrs. Helen through their exchanged messages. Junior's accident. The amnesia that made him forget Alina. The systematic isolation. The basement incident. Margare

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    The Perfect Ghost

    A knock at the door.Alina closed the journal quickly. Slipped it into the desk drawer."Come in."A young maid entered. Not Mrs. Helen, but a different young maid than before."Mrs. Blackwood. Dinner is ready. Mrs. Margaret requests you join the family in the main dining room."Alina stared out the window, only then realizing that it was already dark outside. She stood up.After a few minutes of getting ready, Alina walked over to the mirror.Checked her appearance.Hair neat. Dress appropriate. Makeup covering the exhaustion.The perfect mask.She looked like Mrs. Blackwood.Presentable. Dignified. Emotionless."I'm ready.""This way, Ma'am."Alina followed the maid into the corridor.Toward the dining room where her family waited.The family that didn't want her.Behind her, the bedroom door closed.Without Aliana realizing it, thirty seconds later, the door opened again.Mr. Harris entered quietly. One of the security guards behind him carrying a small case.They moved efficiently

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    The Watcher

    Morning light filtered through Margaret's sitting room windows as Mr. Harris delivered his report."Nothing unusual, Ma'am." He stood at attention, hands clasped behind his back. "Mrs. Alina Blackwood remains in her room most of the day. The signal jammer is functioning perfectly—no outgoing calls, no messages. Staff interactions are minimal and monitored."Margaret sat in her chair, fingers steepled, eyes calculating."Something feels off.""Sorry, Ma'am?""Something feels wrong." She stood, moved to the window. "People don't surrender this completely without planning something. I want cameras installed in her room."Mr. Harris's expression flickered. "Ma'am, that would require Mr. Daniel's authorization. Privacy laws—""I don't care about privacy laws." Margaret turned to face him. "This is my son’s house. My family. And I will protect it by any means necessary.""Mr. Daniel specifically instructed that Mrs. Alina be treated with appropriate dignity—""Daniel is blind to threats und

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    The Hollow Wife

    Two weeks passed.Alina became exactly what they wanted.Compliant. Silent. Present but invisible.She attended dinners when required, sitting at the far end of the table. Answered when spoken to with appropriate brevity. Smiled at the right moments during conversations she didn't care about.The perfect wife-shaped object.Daniel noticed the change. She could see it in the way he watched her sometimes. Uncertain. Like he'd broken something and wasn't sure how.But he never asked.Never pushed.Because asking would require facing what he'd done.And Daniel Blackwood was very good at not facing things."You seem better," he said one evening as they prepared for bed. "More settled."Alina didn't respond. Just continued brushing her hair with mechanical precision."Mother says you've been pleasant lately. Cooperative."Fifty strokes. The way her mother had taught her when she was young."Alina?""Yes, Daniel. I heard you.""I'm glad you're adjusting. I know it's been difficult but—""Is

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    No One Important

    Alina made it to the bathroom before the scream tore out of her.Raw. Animal. The sound of something dying.She collapsed against the tile floor, hands pressed over her mouth, trying to contain the violence of her grief.No one important.Five years of midnight fevers and bad dreams. Five years of first words and first steps. Five years of "Mama, look!" and "Mama, stay!" and "Mama, I love you."Reduced to "no one important."The sobs came in waves. Brutal. Uncontrollable.Her body shook with them until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except feel the agony of being erased.She'd known it was coming. Had watched it happen piece by piece. Junior's confusion. His discomfort. His gradual acceptance of Clarissa as the only mother he'd ever known.But hearing it—hearing him ask about her like she was a stranger, hearing Clarissa dismiss her so casually—It was different than knowing.It was final.Alina pressed her forehead to the cold tile and let herself shatter

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status