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153: Too Good To Be True
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Married To The Billionaire I Hate 156: Sleeping With The Enemy
Smith's POV. I didn’t move.I couldn’t.The screen in front of me buzzed faintly, its cold blue light flickering against my skin. The CCtv guy sat to my left, nervously tapping his pen against a file. I could feel him looking at me out of the corner of his eye, but I didn’t say a word.My eyes were glued to the footage.My house. My kitchen. My wife.And Jeremy.I watched him walk through my home like he owned it. The sound from the cameras echoed in the room. His damn shoes smacking against my marble tiles. He wasn’t just looking around. He was studying it. Touching the walls, checking the photos, walking around like he built the place.I leaned forward in my chair, fists clenched."Jeremy," Petunia said, voice shaking. "What do you want?"He didn’t even flinch. Just kept walking like she was background noise."Jeremy. What do you want?" she said again, louder.He turned around fast. Too fast. I saw her step back. She was scared.Good.His face was twisted with rage."You've been ig
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 155: Diamonds And Shame
Stevie-lou's POV. Jeremy paced through the house like he owned it. His shoes clacked against the marble tiles, echoing louder than they should've, and his eyes darted around, scanning everything. I followed him slowly, my arms crossed over my chest, heart pounding."Jeremy," I called out, voice strained. "What do you want?"He didn’t answer me. Just kept walking. Glancing at the photos on the wall, running his fingers across the sleek countertops in the kitchen, peeking into the living room like he belonged there. I tried again, firmer this time. "Jeremy. What do you want?"He turned around so fast I took a step back. His face was twisted, eyebrows drawn close, jaw clenched."You've been ignoring my calls, Stevie-lou," he snapped. "Not answering my messages either. What the hell is going on?"I opened my mouth, trying to come up with something, anything. "I've been quite unwell," I said weakly. "I decided to pause and rest...""Liar," he barked. He pointed a finger at me. "You're a d
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 154: Uninvited Fury
Stevie-Lou’s POV. I couldn’t go back to sleep.I lay there, staring at the ceiling, Smith’s scent still clinging to the sheets, my body still humming from the memory of his touch, but my chest was tight. Too tight. Like my lungs had forgotten how to do their job.God, what the hell was I doing?Every second he was gone felt like a countdown ticking toward disaster. I kept hearing his voice...“I’d rather be here.” His smile. The way he looked at me like I was his home. Like I was his peace. And I was about to blow it all up.I pulled the sheets tighter around me like they could protect me from the avalanche of guilt crashing down. But they couldn’t. Nothing could.My legs wouldn’t stay still. I kept shifting, sitting up, lying back down, curling into a ball, stretching out. Restless. Agitated. Broken.I rolled over to his side of the bed and pressed my face into his pillow.He smelled like cedarwood and clean laundry. And safety.I wanted to stay like this forever. But I couldn’t.Bec
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 153: Too Good To Be True
Stevie-Lou’s POV.We didn’t stop.Not after the first time.Not even after our bodies collapsed against each other, too exhausted to move.Because the silence between us wasn’t silence at all … it was electric.His fingers kept finding their way back to my skin.My mouth kept finding his like I didn’t remember how to breathe without it.He pulled me on top of him, his hands steady on my hips, guiding me in that slow, aching rhythm that made my body tighten, my heart race, and my soul fall.The city lights streamed through the windows, brushing over us like something out of a dream. My hair fell around my face, and Smith looked up at me like I wasn’t just a girl…I was a miracle. Like I was something he never thought he’d touch and still couldn’t believe he was holding.We didn’t talk much.We didn’t have to.The way he looked at me…the way he touched me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded…said everything.Again.And again.Laughter filled in the cracks between the kisses.He
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 152: Can't Hold Back Any Longer
Stevie-Lou’s POVI should’ve walked away. Should’ve stood up, mumbled something about sleep, and disappeared into the guest room I never used. But I didn’t.Instead, I reached for him again.This time, he didn’t move. Didn’t stop me. His eyes stayed on mine, waiting.My fingers brushed over his jaw, slow and uncertain at first, until he leaned into my touch. And that was all the permission I needed. I shifted closer, heart hammering like it was trying to warn me of something I was already too deep into.“Smith,” I whispered.He turned toward me, that soft, unreadable look taking over his face again. But this time, I saw through it. The quiet ache. The fire he’d been trying to control since the moment we got home.I climbed onto his lap slowly, legs straddling his hips. His hands found my waist, but he didn’t pull me closer…not yet. He was still giving me space to run, still unsure if I would. Still treating me like something breakable.I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and his
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 151: Too Fast, Too Hard
Stevie-Lou’s POVThe elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and I stepped out into a silence that felt too full. Like the air in the penthouse had learned how to listen. It wrapped around me, heavy with the kind of stillness that could hear the racing of my heart.Smith walked a few steps ahead, sharp-shouldered and unreadable as always. The same man who had an entire boardroom of executives holding their breath with just one look. But now… I could see it…the slight tension in his neck, the flex of his jaw. A man used to being in control, fighting the fact that something about me had unraveled him today.He opened the door and held it. Just that…one quiet gesture. No words.But it made my stomach twist.I walked in, heard the door shut behind us, and that soft click echoed like a promise I wasn’t ready to make. Or break. Or even understand. Not yet.He tossed his keys on the console. They clinked too loudly in the stillness. His jacket came off next, then his sleeves rolled up. Ea
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 150: A Day Built On Lies
Stevie-lou’s POV."I’m not going in today."Confusion stunned my brain. "What?""Work can wait," Smith said casually, walking to the closet and pulling out a clean t-shirt. "I’ve got more important things to do."I sat there, still trying to function. "You don’t skip work. You’re Smith Hart. You’re like... a robot with a billion-dollar bank account."He pulled the shirt over his head and looked at me, brow slightly raised. "You always this flattering in the morning?"I squinted at him. "You’re really not going in?""Nope. You’re hungover and recovering, and frankly, I want to spend some time with you."He said it so simply, like he hadn’t just dropped another bomb.I blinked. "Why?"He stepped forward and crouched slightly, so we were eye level. His voice dropped. "Because I want to know the girl who sings in my shirt and throws up on my shoes."I groaned and pushed him lightly. "Stop."He chuckled and straightened. "Come on. Let’s get you dressed. We’re going out."I stared at him li
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 149: Hungover, Heartbeat, and Him
Stevie-lou's POV.I woke up with my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it. Everything was loud...the ticking of the wall clock, the faint chirp of birds outside, the stupid rustle of the sheets as I moved. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. My mouth was dry, like sandpaper, and my stomach turned.Where was I?I blinked slowly, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me was familiar. Clean white. Molding at the edges. The room smelled... nice. Lavender and something citrusy. Definitely not vomit. My brows pulled together.Wait.Last night.My chest tightened.Oh God.Flash. I was singing.Flash. Spinning in circles like a lunatic. My hair wild, wearing his shirt.Flash. Smith standing there, asking me what the hell I was doing.Flash. Screaming. Crying.Flash. Throwing up on him.My stomach churned again, but this time it wasn’t the hangover. It was shame. Pure, suffocating shame.What the hell had I done?I sat up slowly, wincing as the room spun. I pressed my
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 148: A Strange Kind Of Behaviour
Smith's POV.I drove home in silence.The roads blurred past. My hands stayed glued to the steering wheel, knuckles tight, every joint stiff. Marcus’s voice replayed in my head like a broken tape. Over and over and over.“You sure that’s stress? Or are you being played?”It made my stomach churn.The closer I got to the house, the heavier the air felt. The sky was already dark, the kind of grey-black that felt more like a warning than a backdrop. As I pulled into the driveway, the porch light was on...but every other light in the house looked off.That was the first red flag.Petunia didn’t like the dark. Even during the day, she kept the windows wide, curtains drawn, as though the sun was her only friend.I stepped out of the car and shut the door a little harder than I meant to. My shoes crunched against the gravel. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside.And then I heard it.Singing.Off-key. Loud. And drunk.I froze.I followed the sound. Walked into the living room...and st
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