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Under Watch

Author: DELEPU
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-20 22:56:36

Daniel pulled his car into a space near the entrance, cut the engine, and got out without speaking.

He walked around to the passenger side.

Opened the door before Alina could reach for the handle.

Alina stared at the offered hand for a fraction too long, mind scrambling.

This wasn't part of any scenario she had imagined. Daniel helping her from the car like she was fragile. Like they were a couple arriving together at a routine appointment.

Like he cared.

Alina took his hand because refusing wo
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  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    Beneath The Surface

    The note left Alina's hands on Thursday morning.By Friday evening, there was still no response.Alina tried not to let the anxiety show. Kept her face neutral through dinner. Through another night sharing the room with Daniel. Through another morning of watching Junior and Clarissa in the garden from her window.But inside, doubt grew.Had the maid been caught? Had she thrown the note away out of fear? Had Mrs. Helen received it but been unable to act?Or worse—had Mrs. Helen delivered it to Daniel instead?Saturday morning came. The maid didn't.Different girl. Older. More efficient. In and out in fifteen minutes without making eye contact.Alina's stomach knotted.Something had changed.***That afternoon, Daniel came to the room earlier than usual.Three PM. He should have been at the office.Alina looked up from the book she'd been pretending to read for the past hour."We're having guests for dinner tonight," he said without preamble."Guests?""Business associates. The Henderso

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    Divorce Petition

    The week with Daniel in the same room felt endless.He was... different.Attentive in ways that made Alina's skin crawl.Asking about her hand at breakfast. "Is the infection clearing up? Do you need the prescription refilled?"Bringing food to the room when she skipped dinner. Setting the tray on the desk without comment.Trying to make conversation in the evenings. About nothing. About everything. About Junior's progress, the weather, a book he was reading.Like they were a normal couple sharing mundane domesticity.Alina couldn't understand it.Why now?After years of cold indifference. After locking her in rooms. After taking Junior away and giving Clarissa everything.After systematically destroying her life.Now he wanted to... what? Play house?It felt like mockery.Worse than mockery—torture disguised as consideration.***On the fourth night, Alina sat on the sofa again, wrapped in the thin blanket that had become her armor.Daniel emerged from the bathroom, stopped when he s

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    Territorial Shift

    Alina packed in silence.The few belongings she still considered hers fit into three boxes. Clothes. Books. A framed photo of Junior from two years ago that she'd hidden in her drawer.Two maids helped carry everything. They worked quietly, efficiently, eyes down.No one spoke.The walk to the new room felt longer than it should have. Through corridors Alina rarely used. Down a hallway she'd barely noticed in five years of living here.Away from everything familiar.One of the maids unlocked the door.Alina stepped inside and stopped.She'd expected something small. Sparse. Punishment dressed as practicality.But the room was large. Spacious, even. A four-poster bed with cream linens. Matching dresser and wardrobe. A writing desk by the window. Soft carpet. Tasteful artwork on the walls.Almost identical to her old room in layout and furnishing.Just... removed. Isolated. Far from everywhere that mattered."Tidak terlalu buruk," Alina murmured to herself.*Not too bad.*The maids set

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    Incompetent mother

    At nine in the morning, Aliana was called to come out of her room.A maid Alina didn't recognize knocked on the door, waited for the guard to unlock it, then delivered the message with eyes that wouldn't meet hers."Mrs. Margaret requests your presence in the main hall. Immediately.""For what?""She didn't say, Ma'am."Alina stood. Smoothed her wrinkled clothes. She hadn't changed since yesterday. Hadn't slept. Had spent the night replaying Junior's words on an endless loop.'I don't like her, Papa. She makes me feel weird.'The walk downstairs felt like descending to an execution.The main hall was full.Every member of household staff stood in a semi-circle. Maids in their uniforms. Kitchen staff still wearing aprons. Groundskeepers tracked in from outside. Mr. Harris at attention near the door. Even the night security guards who should have been off-duty.Thirty people. Maybe more.All facing the grand staircase.Where Margaret stood on the landing, positioned like a queen address

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    Stranger

    The next morning, Junior came home from the hospital.Alina heard the car before she saw it. The familiar purr of the Mercedes engine cutting off in the driveway below.She moved to the window, pressed her palm against the glass.The driver's door opened first. Daniel stepped out, straightened his jacket.Passenger side. Clarissa emerged, smoothing her hair, checking her reflection in the window.Then the back door.Margaret got out first, turning to help someone small climb down.Junior.So small. Too small for the size of the bandage wrapped around his head. Too fragile in the oversized hospital shirt they'd sent him home in.He stood on the driveway looking up at the house with an expression Alina had never seen before.Uncertainty. Confusion.Like he was seeing it for the first time.Clarissa took his hand immediately. Bent down to his level, said something that made him nod.Margaret gestured toward the entrance. The three of them walked together—Clarissa on one side, Margaret on

  • The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife    Fractures In The Foundation

    Daniel did not leave immediately after walking out of Aliana’s room. He stood outside Alina’s door for a full minute after it closed.He could hear nothing from inside. No crying. No movement.Just silence.He turned and walked down the corridor, but instead of heading to the main staircase, he went to his study.Closed the door.Locked it.Daniel sat down at his desk and opened his laptop.The CCTV recording interface immediately appeared. He had already watched it three times since this morning, but something kept drawing him back to it.Daniel navigated to the library camera. Date: the day Junior fell. He scrolled to 4:00 PM.The timestamp showed clearly. 4:00:00 PM.Then jumped.6:03:47 PM.Two hours and three minutes. Gone.No gradual corruption. No pixelation or distortion leading up to it.Just a clean skip from one moment to the next.Daniel had asked the head of security about it, but the answer was not satisfactory."Sir, I'm showing... yes, there's a gap. File corruption. S

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