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The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 51
(SANTINO’S POV)I still can’t believe she slapped me.Even now, as I walk down the quiet hallway toward my home office with Marcus beside me, I can still feel the faint sting on my cheek. It’s not sharp anymore more like a warm tingle. But it is enough to remind me of how her palm connected with my face, how her eyes were blazing, how she stood her ground like she wasn’t terrified of me, like she wasn’t the girl who used to tremble around me.She slapped me.Hailey.Slapped me.The shock from it clings to me like a second skin.But more shocking than the slap itself is the truth sitting heavily inside my chest that I needed it. That the slap woke me up. Like someone ripped a blindfold off my eyes and let light burst into a dark room.For days, I have been moving like a man trapped under water slow, heavy, confused, scared. I haven’t been handling anything like the man I am supposed to be. I have been sulking, hiding, letting fear crawl under my skin and take control of my decisions.
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 50
(HAILEY’S POV)I speed down the lonely, quiet road that leads toward the city, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than I intend. The street stretches out ahead of me like an endless ribbon long, empty, and almost too silent for comfort. The houses lined on both sides look strangely similar to Santino’s… big, tall, gated mansions that stand stiff and eerie in the pale afternoon light. All their windows are shut. All their driveways are empty. There isn’t a single person outside. No children playing, no neighbors walking, no cars parked by the curb.It looks like a place abandoned after something terrible happened.Like an apocalypse passed through.Like the world forgot this street exists.I swallow hard and try to breathe normally. I tell myself I’m just imagining things that the silence feels louder only because of everything happening in my head.To fill the vacuum, I reach forward and turn on the radio. A soft piano song flows out of the speakers, gentle and slow, making
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 49
I don’t wait for Santino to say another hateful thing. I don’t wait for Marcus to give me that pitying look again. I turn sharply on my heels, my chin lifting the way it always does when my pride holds the pieces of me together, and I storm up the stairs. My pulse is pounding so loudly in my ears that everything else fades into a dull buzzing. My zeal to taste Emma’s cake dies instantly, flickering out like a candle under a storm.The moment I reach my room, I slam the door behind me. The sound rattles the frame, and it’s satisfying in a small, useless way. I stand there for a breath, my fingers trembling, my chest tight with the weight of everything, his hands around my neck, his accusations, his voice spitting my father’s sins at me as if they were my own.My throat burns.My hands move before my brain fully catches up. I stalk toward my drawer, yank it open, and rummage until I find my car key buried under a pile of silk scarves. My jaw clenches. I toss the scarves aside and grip t
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 48
The kitchen smells like sugar, vanilla, and peace.For the first time in days, I feel a little bit normal again.Emma stands by the counter, her soft curls pulled into a messy bun that’s falling apart, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she mixes cake batter in a glass bowl. Every time she lifts the spoon, streaks of yellow drip down in thick ribbons.“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” I ask, leaning against the counter with my elbows.She shoots me a mock glare. “Of course, ma’am. I watched the video twice!”“Twice?” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s supposed to reassure me?”Emma giggles, a light sound that makes the gloomy air of the mansion ease a little. “You just wait, you’ll see. This is the easiest recipe ever. If it flops, I’ll blame the oven.”I can’t help but laugh. Her laughter is infectious, bright like sunshine streaming through storm clouds. Watching her move around the kitchen, humming under her breath, mixing sugar, and cracking eggs it soothes something
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 47
(SANTINO’S POV)For the past few days, my life has been falling apart piece by piece.The message that Marcus forwarded to my phone was the beginning. Then the strange texts followed. They were short, harmless messages that carried a tone too personal to be random. Then came the videos. None of them were threatening. They didn’t demand money, didn’t issue warnings, didn’t say why they were being sent. But they had something else. knowledge. Knowledge of me.The sender seemed to know everything. Things that even my family didn’t know. Things from my childhood that I’d buried under years of silence and work.The first message called me piccolo Santos.That name hit me harder than any bullet ever could. It was what my uncle used to call me when I was a boy before he died. No one has used that name since then. Not even my parents.The messages came with videos too, videos of me in places that should have been private. My office, my home garage, my car. Footage that wasn’t supposed to e
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 46
The house feels different today.The air is heavier, quieter, like someone pulled a thick curtain over everything. Even the maids walk on their toes, their eyes darting toward the stairs every few seconds as if they expect someone to appear and shout at them. I know who they’re afraid of. I am too, if I’m being honest.Santino has been strange since last night.Stranger than usual.At first, I thought it was one of his moods again, the kind that comes and goes like a passing cloud. But this one feels heavier. Darker. He barely spoke to me this morning, just a quiet grunt when I asked if he wanted coffee. Then he walked out of the dining room, leaving his untouched breakfast behind.Now I sit in the living room, curled up on the couch, a thick blanket around my shoulders. The rain outside hasn’t stopped since dawn. It drums against the windows and makes the world feel small. My head still aches faintly, but I’m better. The doctor said I could start eating normally again, but I haven’
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