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141: The Night She Ran
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Married To The Billionaire I Hate 144: Unwanted Apologies
Stevie-lou's POV.I woke up to the smell of eggs and burnt toast, and for a second, I thought I was still dreaming. My head pounded from the lack of sleep and everything that had happened yesterday, and I couldn't even remember how I ended up on the couch. I shifted slightly, rubbing my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim light. My body ached. There was no peace. There was no escape.When I turned my head, there it was. A plate of breakfast sitting on the coffee table in front of me. Eggs. Toast. A cup of tea.I blinked at it for a moment, wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. But then I saw him, Smith…standing there, looking at me with this expression. It was hard to read, but I saw something that looked like regret. His eyes were wide, almost desperate, as though he wanted to say something but didn't know how. It was like he had been waiting for me to wake up.My chest tightened.Last night felt like a blur of anger and confusion. Smith had made things worse between us with h
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 143: The Morning After Guilt
Smith's POV.I woke up to the usual piercing sound of my alarm, but this morning, it felt like a hammer against my skull. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to face the world. But I did it anyway. The routine. It had to be done. No choice.I ran my hand through my hair, tugged on my suit which was expensive of course, and adjusted the tie like I always did. No matter what had happened the night before, the world expected me to keep it together. To show no cracks. To show no weakness. But for the first time in a long while, I didn’t want to wear the mask.When I opened the bedroom door, the familiar sound of silence filled the house. But then, I froze. My eyes locked onto the figure on the couch in the sitting room.Petunia.She was curled up on the couch, her body hugging the edge as if she were trying to shrink into herself. Her face was turned away from me, and the way she lay there so still... something in me tightened painfully.My thoughts immediately went to last night. How
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 142: The Night Everything
Stevie-lou's POV.I drove like a maniac. Fingers gripping the wheel, chest heaving, my heart punching my ribs like it wanted out. Every red light felt like a curse. Every minute in that car, stuck with his scent on my skin, made my stomach twist harder.Smith almost had me.I couldn’t believe it.I let him kiss me. I let him touch me. I let him press up against me like he owned me.If I hadn’t pushed him away when I did...God.I slammed my palm against the steering wheel."Stupid, stupid, stupid," I whispered, shaking my head. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes but I refused to let them fall.I hated him. I hated him.Smith, with his cold eyes and twisted smile. Smith, the man who ruined my family. The man who made my father’s life a living hell until the day he died.And he dared to touch me like I belonged to him.I was disgusted. Not just with him. With myself.I pulled into Jeremy's apartment complex and parked like the building was on fire. The second I stepped out, the night a
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 141: The Night She Ran
Smith's POV.They were wrong. All of them.There had to be something, or someone...working behind the scenes to ruin me. This wasn’t just bad business or failed negotiations. It wasn’t market volatility or unpredictable timing. This was surgical. Precise. Every loss felt orchestrated. Timed. Like there was a phantom puppeteer cutting my strings one by one.Another deal slipped through my fingers today. One I needed. And when I called to salvage it, they said the documents were leaked before we could even get to the table. Leaked. Again. Just like Wallace. Just like the protests. Just like the merger.My chest burned. My head pounded. I gripped my phone so tight I heard it creak. And then...SMASH.The pieces exploded against the conference room wall.James flinched. So did the others.I didn’t care.I straightened my tie with shaking hands. The silence in the room was unbearable. I could feel their eyes on me...pitying, worried, maybe even suspicious. I was a billionaire, and yet all
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 140: The Long Con
Stevie-lou's POV.It started with a warning. A heads-up. A whisper over wine and dim lighting."He has two meetings tomorrow. One at nine, one at twelve. Big shots. Foreign investors," I told Jeremy, keeping my voice low even though we were alone in the rooftop bar. My nails tapped the glass of my mimosa. "If they pull out, Hart bleeds. Bad."Jeremy didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in his chair, that slow, dangerous smirk pulling at his lips. Dressed in all black, like always. He looked like sin and sex and danger, and he was mine. Still mine."You got the names?"I nodded, passed him the folded napkin I wrote them on.He took it, barely glancing, before tucking it into his jacket. "Say less."That was the first time. The first chaos. Jeremy made some calls. Hired a guy who hired a guy who knew a guy. Something about an anonymous protest happening downtown. Just enough noise to block traffic, delay cars, reroute important men with no time to waste.The investors didn’t make it to Ha
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 139: Playing The Perfect Wife
Stevie-lou's POV.The honeymoon ended faster than it started.Smith had to get back to work, back to his throne at Hart Enterprise, where a single misstep meant losing billions and every shark in the water smelled blood. And me? I got a front-row seat to the life I’d only ever seen in dreams. Luxury. Power. Diamonds for breakfast, pearls for lunch. All wrapped in Smith’s smile like I was the luckiest woman alive."I have a surprise for you," he said one evening, stepping into the penthouse still in his tailored navy suit, tie loosened, phone glued to his hand.I looked up from the couch, brushing popcorn crumbs off my robe. "Another one?"He gave a crooked grin. "You're going to want to put on shoes for this."Ten minutes later, we were downstairs, and the valet drove up something that looked like it belonged in a superhero movie. A Bugatti La Voiture Noire. Black. Gleaming. Worth about $19 million."Holy sh*t," I gasped, my mouth hanging open.Smith just chuckled, handed me the keys,
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 138: Fever Dreams And Silk Lies
Smith's POV.My head was pounding.Not the kind of pounding that comes from a few glasses of wine or a late night, but the kind that makes your whole skull feel like it's cracking open from the inside. It throbbed with each breath I took, like a drum beating in my ears. I groaned, forcing my eyes open even though my lids felt like sandpaper. Everything was too damn bright. The curtains weren’t even drawn. Just a wide-open window to the Miami skyline, pouring sunlight into the suite like it had no mercy.I sat up slowly, every muscle protesting. My suit was still on me...wrinkled, sweaty, uncomfortable. Jacket half-off my shoulders. Tie loosened, hanging around my neck like a noose. My shirt was half unbuttoned and sticking to my chest. My mouth tasted like cotton. My tongue felt thick. I looked around, trying to focus through the haze."Petunia?" I croaked.And then I saw her.She was sleeping like a dream beside me. Her hair was sprawled out on the pillow like silk threads, her mouth
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 137: Not Your Typical Honeymoon
Stevie-lou’s POV.The presidential suite smelled like roses and expensive linen. The suite was bathed in low, warm lighting, gold accents reflecting off glass. Smith had his hand on my waist the moment the door shut behind us."God, Petunia…" he whispered against my neck, his voice thick with emotion and desire. "I’ve waited so long for this night. I’m losing my damn mind."I forced a laugh, soft and shy, the way I knew he liked. “We’re married now,” I said, tilting my head, brushing my fingers through his thick hair. “You don’t have to wait anymore.”His lips crushed against mine, hungry and possessive. He backed me up against the wall, kissing like a man who had been starving for years. His hands fumbled with the zipper of my dress, but I gently stopped him, brushing my fingers over his.“Not so fast,” I murmured. “Let me get us something to drink. You look like you need to relax first.”He grinned, flushed and breathless, hair slightly tousled. “Fine. But hurry.”I turned away, gli
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 136: The Wedding Trap
Stevie-Lou's POVThe thing about revenge is that it tastes better slow. You let it simmer. You add sugar, lies, soft kisses. You let the man believe he’s safe, loved, maybe even saved. And then you pull the rug.Smith Hart thought he found the one. He really did. And I played that part with the kind of grace that would make Oscar winners cry.I watched him now, standing at the altar. Tall, powerful, in his black tux that probably cost more than what my dad needed for his surgery. A fucking heart transplant. One point three million dollars. Just that. And Smith had it. Sitting in one of his fat accounts, probably bored. But when my father needed him, he refused to help."Not my problem," he said.My father died a week later. Gasping for air in a hospital room that smelled like antiseptic and poverty.So here I was. Petunia Monroe. Orphan. Some perfect ballet dancer that Smith Hart fell in love with. Sweet. Charming. Smart. Mysterious.His fiancée.I had already let my real mother fly
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