Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the Heartless Billionaire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 24

The night of the Forster Gala arrived with a suffocating sense of grandeur. The mansion was swarmed with stylists, security, and the persistent hum of high-stakes tension. Benjamin had spent the morning in a cold, silent rage, while Jane sat under the hands of a professional makeup artist, feeling like a doll being painted for a sacrifice.She wore a gown of midnight blue—chosen by Benjamin’s mother to ensure she didn't "upstage" the family, though the shimmering fabric only made Jane look more like a star in a dark sky. Around her neck sat a heavy diamond necklace, a loan from the Forster vault that felt more like a lead weight."Smile, Jane," Benjamin’s voice cut through the air.She looked in the mirror to see him standing at the doorway of the dressing room. He was in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking every bit the dominant, recovered lion of the industry. But his eyes were like flint."I can't smile if you're standing there looking like you want to strangle me," she reto

The click of the lock was the loudest sound Jane had ever heard. It echoed in the vast, cold master bedroom, signaling the end of her freedom. She sat on the floor before the fireplace, her fingers blackened by the soot of the papers that were supposed to save Liam."Liam..." she sobbed, the name catching in her throat.Friday was only hours away. If the deposit wasn't paid, the hospital would move him. In his condition, the stress of the move alone could be fatal. She looked around the room—the velvet curtains, the gilded mirrors—it was a palace that had officially become a tomb.Suddenly, a faint sound came from the balcony. Jane froze, wiping her eyes. The heavy glass doors slid open an inch, and a shadow slipped through."Rough night, sister-in-law?"Kenneth stood there, his tuxedo jacket slung over his shoulder, smelling of expensive scotch and mischief. He looked at Jane on the floor and clucked his tongue in mock pity."Get out," Jane hissed, scrambling to her feet. "Your broth