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90: Impossible To Ignore
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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
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 147: When The Walls Starts To Shift II
Smith’s POV.I blinked at Marcus.“Wait…what are you trying to say?” My voice came out hoarse. I rubbed my fingers together like I was trying to scrub something invisible off my skin.Marcus didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Just stared at me like he was picking apart every crack in my face. Like he could see straight through to whatever was caving in under my chest.“I’m saying,” he finally said, slowly, “you ever paid attention to where Petunia goes during the day?”I frowned. “What?”“Like... does she go out often? Groceries? Gym? Spa? Yoga? Brunch with the girls?” He tilted his head. “You know the names of her friends? Who she talks to? Anyone she keeps close?”My lips parted, but nothing came out. I tried to think. Really think. Petunia liked quiet mornings. She sometimes mentioned going to a café nearby. Occasionally visited her friend ... at least, that’s what she told me. There was a woman named Clara she used to text often. Maybe still did? I didn’t know.“I haven’t real
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 146: When The Walls Starts To Shift I
Smith's POV.I left the house this morning with Petunia’s tears still clinging to my memory like they were tattooed behind my eyes. She hadn’t said a single word. Not even a whisper. Just sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor like she couldn’t even look at me.I hated that.God, I hated seeing her cry. Especially when I was the one who made her do it.The drive to the office had been quiet. No music. No calls. Just me and the noise in my head. I walked into Hart Enterprise with a stiff jaw and a headache already forming behind my temples. My assistant, James, trailed behind me, talking about meetings and numbers, but I just held up a hand. Not now.My office was cold. Not literally. Just... cold. The kind of silence that felt like a punishment. I didn’t even sit down before my phone buzzed on the desk. I saw the name and sighed.Emily.I picked up, bracing myself. "Emily."‘What’s going on, Smith?’ she asked straight away. No greeting. No pause.Her voice was calm, bu
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 146: The Silence Between The Cracks
Stevie-lou's POV.My breath caught as the silence pressed in. But I didn’t. Because even if I wanted to tell him everything, I couldn't. Not yet. Not when it all still burned in my chest like a fresh wound.I sat up slowly, dragging my legs up onto the couch and hugging them to my chest. My eyes were sore. My cheeks felt sticky from the dried tears. I wiped my face again with the back of my hand, then let my head fall against the cushion. I just needed a minute. Just one.My phone buzzed from the table. I frowned and reached over for it.Mom.My heart twitched.I answered, sniffling softly. "Hello?""Baby?" Her voice was soft and warm, but I could hear the worry tucked beneath every word. "Are you okay? You haven’t called in three days. What’s going on?"I cleared my throat, sitting upright. "I’m okay, Mom. Just... tired.""Are you eating well? Are you resting?" she asked quickly. "Stevie-lou, talk to me. I’m your mother.""I know. I know," I whispered, pressing my hand to my forehea
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
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