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Chapter 9

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The next morning, I woke up feeling the same way I always did these days: heavy. It was as though lead had pooled in my chest overnight, weighing me down before I’d even had the chance to face the day. I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, letting the dim light filtering through the curtains wash over me. The silence of the penthouse made my ears ring. It was remarkable how loud nothingness could be.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples before I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My toes brushed against the cool hardwood floor, and for a moment, I let myself stay like that—feet grounded, head bowed, trying to summon the strength to face another day.

The memory of last night’s gala replayed in my mind like a cruel highlight reel. The forced smiles, the whispers behind our backs, Julian’s cold, detached presence by my side. And then that moment in the living room when I’d dared to ask him why he married me. His answer had been as cutting as it was predictable. “Because it was c
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  • The Billionaire's Karma   Chapter 9

    The next morning, I woke up feeling the same way I always did these days: heavy. It was as though lead had pooled in my chest overnight, weighing me down before I’d even had the chance to face the day. I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, letting the dim light filtering through the curtains wash over me. The silence of the penthouse made my ears ring. It was remarkable how loud nothingness could be.I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples before I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My toes brushed against the cool hardwood floor, and for a moment, I let myself stay like that—feet grounded, head bowed, trying to summon the strength to face another day.The memory of last night’s gala replayed in my mind like a cruel highlight reel. The forced smiles, the whispers behind our backs, Julian’s cold, detached presence by my side. And then that moment in the living room when I’d dared to ask him why he married me. His answer had been as cutting as it was predictable. “Because it was c

  • The Billionaire's Karma   Chapter 8

    The car ride back to the penthouse was cloaked in an oppressive silence. The city lights blurred past the window as I stared out, my head resting against the cool glass. I could feel Julian’s presence beside me, distant yet heavy, like a storm cloud lingering on the horizon. He didn’t speak, and neither did I. What was there to say? We were two strangers bound by a contract, pretending to be a couple in love for the benefit of the world. The charade was exhausting, and tonight had drained me of whatever strength I had left. My gaze shifted slightly, catching his reflection in the window. He sat straight, his posture impeccable, his jaw set in that infuriatingly stern way that made him seem untouchable. His green eyes were fixed ahead, unreadable as always. I wondered what he was thinking. Did he feel the same suffocating weight I did? Or was he so detached that none of this affected him at all? The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the building, and Julian was out before I coul

  • The Billionaire's Karma   Chapter 7

    The ballroom was alive with the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. The Blackwood charity gala was everything I had expected it to be—grand, opulent, and utterly suffocating. Hundreds of guests in designer gowns and tailored suits drifted through the space, their movements as polished as the marble floors beneath their feet. It was a performance, a carefully orchestrated ballet of wealth and influence, and I was the reluctant dancer at its center. Julian’s hand rested lightly on my lower back as he guided me through the crowd, a gesture that looked intimate but was anything but. His touch was impersonal, like I was just another accessory to complement his perfectly tailored tuxedo. To these people, we were the perfect power couple, the Blackwoods in all their shining glory. But beneath the glittering facade, the cracks in our foundation were deep and irreparable. “Smile,” Julian murmured under his breath, his voice low enough that on

  • The Billionaire's Karma   Chapter 6

    The days following Julian’s absence were a blur of emptiness. I spent most of my time wandering the penthouse, avoiding the staff with their pitiful glances and pretending I didn’t feel the suffocating loneliness creeping in through every corner of the cold, sprawling space. The walls seemed to echo with the silence, a constant reminder of how isolated I was in this hollow marriage.Julian hadn’t returned since the honeymoon. Or rather, the lack of one. I didn’t know where he was, and I didn’t dare ask. The villa staff had been kind enough to inform me that he was 'attending to business matters,' but I knew better. Business matters didn’t require disappearing without a word, and they certainly didn’t involve neglecting your new wife. Julian’s absence wasn’t about work—it was about avoidance. Avoidance of me and of a marriage he clearly wanted no part of.And yet, a small part of me, a part I hated, kept hoping the door would open and he’d walk in. That he’d at least offer some kind of

  • The Billionaire's Karma   Chapter 5

    I woke up to the soft golden light of the morning streaming through the curtains. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The sheets felt impossibly soft, the faint sound of waves crashing against the cliffs outside was soothing, and for just a few seconds, I let myself believe I was back in my old life, where things were simpler and where I still had control over my own fate. But reality came crashing down like the tide. I blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling and slowly turned my head. The other side of the bed was empty—untouched, as though no one had ever been there in the first place. My heart sank, though I didn’t know why I was surprised. Julian hadn’t exactly been warm or welcoming last night. The bitterness in his drunken words still lingered in the air, and I could still see the cold, unyielding look in his eyes. There was no reason for him to stay. And yet, seeing the empty space beside me hurt more than I cared to admit. I sat up, rubbing my temples in an attempt to shake o

  • The Billionaire's Karma   Chapter 4

    The honeymoon suite was breathtaking. It was the kind of place people dreamt about, a secluded villa perched on a cliffside overlooking the serene, turquoise waters of the Amalfi Coast. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed a view so picturesque it could have been pulled straight from a postcard. There was an infinity pool that seemed to stretch into the ocean itself, and the villa was adorned with elegant furnishings that exuded luxury. It was perfect.And yet, it might as well have been a prison.I sat at the edge of the massive king-sized bed, still in my pale blue sundress. My hair was still styled in the soft curls the stylist had worked on that morning before we’d boarded the private jet. I hadn’t bothered to change or freshen up after we’d arrived. What was the point? I’d spent hours waiting for Julian to show up, but the villa was silent except for the gentle lapping of the waves outside. He was nowhere to be found.I sighed, glancing at the small table in the corner of the roo

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