MasukThe Billionaire's Unwanted Wife Blurb "I want your twin sister and not you! And you know that! But you chose to cling unto me!" He yelled frustratedly at me. "I love you Bruce, I can't help it" I mumbled pathetically. "Great, I hope you can enjoy watching me have fun with your twin sister in your presence!" He spat hatefully before storming off. ** I'm Lyra Hansley, and I'm married to the man of my dreams, well, this dream of mine soon became a nightmare, but not anymore, I have someone I think I love. Is this called cheating? Maybe not, at least he cheats on me with my twin sister too. But who's my new man?That.. I don't know, but I love him.
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 37The cottage smelled faintly of salt and lavender, the air drifting in through open windows. Lyra sat on the worn steps at the front, a shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Ella stood behind her, smoothing out the fabric as though the gesture itself could erase years of mistrust.“Do you regret it?” Ella asked quietly, lowering herself onto the step beside her.Lyra tilted her head, watching the horizon where the sea shifted in gentle silver waves. “Which part? The years of silence, or the nights I dreamt you were a ghost?”Ella’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Both.”Lyra leaned back against the wooden railing, the wind teasing her hair. “Regret is pointless. We lived what we lived. The only choice now is whether we let it rot us further, or… try to start again.”“Not as sisters,” Ella reminded her gently.“No,” Lyra agreed, a faint smile curving her mouth. “Not that. But as something else. A truce, perhaps.”The silence that followed was not hostile, only tentative
Chapter 36The morning crept in slow, gray, and unforgiving. Bruce sat at his dining table, untouched coffee cooling in front of him. His head throbbed with the weight of another sleepless night, and the silence of the house felt heavier than stone.A knock startled him. It was firm, deliberate, not the tentative tap of staff or delivery. Bruce pushed back his chair, irritation already rising. Few dared to come unannounced anymore.When he opened the door, the sight stopped him cold.Mr. and Mrs. Hansley. Lyra’s parents. Ella’s parents.They stood on the porch as though they belonged there, their posture straight, their expressions carved with the cool confidence of people who had weathered storms and decided they would never again bow to them.“Bruce,” Mr. Hansley said evenly. His gray eyes scanned him with the sharpness of judgment. “We need to speak.”Bruce hesitated before stepping aside. “Come in.”They entered with measured grace, the faint scent of perfume and polished leather
Chapter 35The city was awash with a golden haze that evening, the last glow of the sun stretching long shadows across the streets. Bruce drove without purpose, his grip tight on the wheel, his face set in a mask of restless fury. He had left another meeting in shambles, his temper snapping at colleagues who had dared to ask questions about contracts he could no longer defend. Their polite silence had cut deeper than any direct challenge, feeding the voice in his mind that told him everyone had turned against him.He did not plan to stop at Lyra’s house. He told himself he was only driving by, circling the streets as he often did when his mind refused to rest. But when he caught the faint sound of laughter drifting through an open gate, he slowed.The sound was like a blade.Laughter. His children’s laughter.Bruce parked on the curb, his breath ragged, his pulse heavy in his throat. He stepped out slowly, his shoes crunching against the gravel. The house stood proud, every line of it
Chapter 34The city never forgave a scandal, and Bruce Ford’s explosion at the dinner table had traveled faster than the dessert trays that night. Guests who had once raised their glasses to him now whispered with the careful delight of those watching a man of power stumble. The name Bruce Ford, once a weight of respect, carried with it a new echo: instability.By morning, the office carried the stain of the evening. Conversations hushed when Bruce walked by. Staff looked down at their desks, pencils suddenly fascinating, folders suddenly urgent. Even silence felt louder, as though every employee had joined the same unspoken pact: watch him crumble, but do not get caught in the rubble.Ariel kept her eyes on her notepad, her pen scratching quick notes, but her thoughts were sharper than the ink allowed. She had been loyal to Bruce, fiercely so, for years. She had covered for him in meetings, intercepted calls when he was in no state to speak, even crafted explanations that softened hi
Chapter 29The house remained his, but it no longer felt like it belonged to him.Bruce wandered its corridors in silence, his steps echoing against walls that once rang with life. The grand rooms, filled with polished wood and high windows, were empty now. The furniture was there, the paintings st
Chapter 23Alex Benjamin had rehearsed the conversation in his head a dozen times before he knocked on the Ford estate door. He had told himself to be calm, deliberate, focused. But as Ariel ushered him into the parlor, the weight of what he carried inside pressed heavier than any strategy could sm
Chapter 21The story of Bruce’s collapse had spread farther than the walls of his company. By the next morning, newspapers and business bulletins ran quiet pieces on “executive strain,” their language careful but suggestive. In polished circles, whispers of instability carried more weight than fact
Chapter 16Alex Benjamin sat in his office the next morning, the blinds half drawn against a pale and restless sky. The newspaper lay folded on his desk, untouched, though the bold headline staring back at him felt louder than any article inside. Businessman Ford seen in public altercation. The wor












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