Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Chapter 1&2 It was a sunny morning. Lyra stretched as she got up from the bed and into the bathroom to have a bath. On coming out, her eyes met with Bruce's back view as he sat on the study table typing off on his laptop. Lyra smiled before walking over to him and hugging him from behind. Bruce was startled a bit before he regained composure once he saw it was his wife. "Hey" Lyra said in smiles as she pecked his lips. He smiled in return. "How was your night?" He asked, twisting his head to face her. "Well, for one it was great" She said, stretching. "And how was yours?" She asked. "Great" Bruce muttered, twisting his neck as if you relieve himself of pain. "I just think I got neck pain" He muttered. Lyra was about to reply when the door pushed open and the twins rushed in. "Mommy" They screamed excitedly putting a smile on the two's face as the twins gave each of them a hug. Her twins, Miley and Miles are both Bruce's kids, and.. The door pushed open again and Ryan ru

Chapter 04Bruce looked up slowly to Lyra who was looking confused. "Didn't you say you fixed it?" Bruce asked slowly.Lyra but her lips slowly. "I did! I don't know what happened again, must be him" She muttered."Who?" "Must be Alex. Call Ariel again" She said, Bruce only stared at her."Come on" She urged him. Bruce let out a sigh before dialing Ariel's number. She picked at the first ring."We discussed with Mr. Benjamin already and the contract has been corrected" Ariel said at once. Bruce's brows creased at once and he glanced at Lyra who also had the same surprised look on."Who asked you to do that?" Bruce said at once."W..what?" Ariel as shocked."Sir.. I.." "Cancel it, Now!" Bruce ordered."Y..yes sir" Ariel stuttered."Now. I'm waiting" Bruce commanded sternly as the call ended.He took a glance at Lyra who gave him a reassuring look.Bruce sighed inwardly as he leaned against his chair. What was he doing? He asked himself. Could Lyra be right? If she was, them that mean

Chapter 06The evening air pressed heavy around the study, the kind of stillness that made every sound sharper. Bruce sat hunched over his desk, the faint glow of the lamp throwing deep shadows across the papers scattered before him.His phone buzzed again. He hesitated, then picked it up.Another message.You never answered me.His throat tightened. The words on the screen were sharp, immediate, almost taunting. For weeks it had been letters, folded neatly into envelopes, dropped at the doorstep like echoes from another life. Letters could be tucked away, hidden beneath contracts or shoved into drawers. But this… this was different.Texts slipped into his pocket. They followed him from room to room. They demanded to be seen.His hand trembled slightly as he whispered the name that haunted him. “Ella…”The sound barely left his lips before footsteps came from the hall. Lyra entered, her brows arching ever so slightly, her gaze flicking to the phone in his hand.“What do you mean by El

Chapter 08The boardroom was bathed in afternoon light, the kind that spilled wide and pale across the glass table. Bruce had arrived early, as though extra minutes would help him collect the pieces of his scattered thoughts. His jacket rested neatly on the back of his chair, the contract folder lying unopened in front of him. He stared at it for too long, his hand drumming lightly against the polished surface.Sleep had not given him clarity. If anything, it had only sharpened his fatigue, leaving him brittle, easily frayed. The weight of his phone in his pocket pressed against him, silent for now but too close, too constant.The door opened. Alex entered with the same natural confidence that had marked him since they were boys. Tall, composed, quick to smile. He extended his hand, and Bruce rose to meet it.“You look like you have not slept,” Alex said lightly, clasping his hand firmly. “Work keeping you buried again?”Bruce gave a short nod. “Something like that.”Alex settled acro

Chapter 10The house lay in silence, the kind that settled deep after children had gone to bed and the last of the dishes had been cleared. Lyra stood by the tall window in the sitting room, the curtains only partly drawn, the night spilling its darkness across the garden. In her hand was a glass of wine, deep red, catching the faint lamplight as she swirled it idly.Her expression was calm, but her mind was not idle. She could still see Bruce at dinner, his fork unmoving on the plate, his thoughts far from the table. His eyes had wandered too often, his replies clipped, his hand tightening around his glass as if the weight of it anchored him. He was cracking, slowly, and though she never let the satisfaction touch her face, it stirred quietly within her.She thought back to the morning when she had asked him if Alex Benjamin could truly be trusted. She had seen the flicker then, the small hesitation that betrayed him. Seeds planted needed only time to grow, and Bruce was a man who ca