Todos os capítulos de The billionaire Tyrant: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

As Richard drove them the tension between them began to ease, replaced by a fragile but genuine hope. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough. The events of the past few days hit her like a heavy fog, and though they have given each other a second chance.The tension between them felt like a living thing, pressing against the walls of the car. They’d said they wanted to work on their marriage but the space between them was still uncharted.The silence became unbearable. Emma shifted in her seat, glancing at Leo. “You’re quiet,” she said, her voice tentative.He didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on the road. “Just... thinking.”“About?” she prompted, folding her hands in her lap.He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “About everything. About us. About how to fix what I’ve broken.”Emma sighed, leaning her head against the window. The passing fields blurred into streaks of green. “It’s not just you, Leo. We’ve both made mistakes. This isn’t about

Leo nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “It’s a long road, Emma. But we’re on it together. That’s what matters.” The morning sunlight poured through the large windows of Leo’s office, casting long shadows across the polished desk. Leo leaned back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. It felt strange being back here after weeks of chaos and personal turmoil. The office was the same neat, efficient, a testament to his obsessive need for order but something within him had shifted.Emma. Her name was a constant in his mind, a steady beat beneath the chaotic of his thoughts. Being with her had stirred something deep inside him, something that demanded he rethink everything he thought he knew about love, trust, and redemption. He exhaled, pushing himself upright just as Richard knocked on the door and stepped inside without waiting for a response, as was his custom. “Morning, boss,” Richard greeted, setting a steaming cup

Emma’s stomach twisted in knots as she sat in the kitchen, the silence of the house pressing down on her like a suffocating weight since a month Isabella left . A constant reminder of the hours she spent waiting—waiting for a man who has promised to be a changed person.The hope she’d once felt had been replaced by a gnawing ache that settled in her chest. She ran her hand over the smooth surface of the counter, her mind drifting back to James. His laughter, his kindness, the way he’d always known how to calm her racing thoughts. It felt like a lifetime ago that she had allowed herself to lean on him, to feel loved in a way that felt uncomplicated and real. But Leo had convinced her otherwise. “You don’t need him,” Leo had said years ago, his tone dripping with certainty. “James isn’t the man for you, Emma. I know what you need, and I can give it to you.” At the time, his words had felt like reassurance, a promise that their fractured relationship could be mended. She had believ

The evening air felt thick, as Emma set the table for dinner, placing plates in their usual spots. The house was silent as Leo's chief cook went for three months leave to take care of her sick father. The front door creaked open, and Emma’s heart sank. She straightened her back, forcing herself to breathe evenly. “Emma,” Leo called out as he stepped inside, his voice sharp. She could hear the irritation in his tone before he even entered the dining room. “I’m here,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm. Leo walked into the room, his presence filling the space. His tie was loosened, and his face carried the weariness of someone who spent the day masking his true self. He glanced at the table, then at Emma. “You made chicken again,” he said, his mouth curling into a frown. Emma bit her lip. “It’s what we had, Leo.” He sat down heavily, rubbing his head “You could’ve made something better. You know how much I hate dry chicken.” Emma said nothing. She knew arguing wou

Emma’s heart raced as she stumbled down the mansion's grand staircase, her feet carrying her quietly. She had to get out before Leo realized what she had found.With the certainty of her mission driving her forward, Emma sprinted through the corridors of the mansion, her breath catching in her throat as she reached the back door. She fumbled with the handle for a moment before it finally opened, revealing the dark alley that led to the road beyond. The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face, and for the first time in years, Emma felt a taste of freedom.The back door clicked shut behind her with a soft sound, and Emma didn’t look back. There was no time for second-guessing. She could already hear the faint sound of Leo’s voice, calling her name in the distance, but she pushed it out of her mind. She couldn’t afford to be weak.Her steps were quick but careful as she made her way down the narrow path leading to the street. The world outside the mansion felt different, almost fo