Semua Bab Disguised Billionaire Husband: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Kendall was very angry at Jack, She felt everything Jack was doing was because of the baby in her womb and out of pity. She felt like crying but held herself. She wanted to hear his explanation.Jack opened the door and cut the ribbons, the love balloons and flowers fell. It was supposed to be something special but Kendall didn’t feel anything and wasn’t in the mood for celebration. She walked in and sat down. Jack wanted some time with her before calling their workers. He wanted to treat her special, although he doesn't know why he treats her right but one thing he is sure of is that he still loves his ex-girlfriend, beauty so much. He still wishes she didn't choose his cousin over him. He didn't know why he did things to please Kendall but he felt it didn't have anything to do with love.Kendall turned to him, you're not saying anything yet. She wasn't in the mood for Love Net or any movie he wanted to act. “Kenny my darling I wanted to surprise you with this house and also tel

Jack stood outside Kendall's door for a long time, his hand resting on the frame. He could hear nothing inside - no shuffling, no movement. Was she lying on the bed? Crying? Or silently packing to leave the moment he let his guard down? The thought made his chest tighten. The phone in his pocket buzzed again, insistent. His fingers itched to take it out, to read the message that had already started unraveling the fragile threads holding his marriage together. Finally, he pulled it out. Beauty: Jack... we need to talk. It's important. He stared at the words until the letters blurred. Memories of her came flooding back the way she used to smile at him like he was the only man in the world, the warmth in her voice when she said his name. And then, just as quickly, came the sting of betrayal. She had chosen his cousin. She had walked away. So why did his heart still skip at the sight of her name? Jack slipped the phone back into his pocket and raked a hand through his hai

Jack didn’t sleep that night.He sat in the dim light of his office, papers spread across the desk, the city glowing faintly through the glass wall. Kendall’s words echoed in his head. Prove it. And not with houses or cars.He could buy her the world, but she didn’t want it. She wanted something harder. Something he wasn’t sure he’d been able to give anyone not even himself.Commitment.By dawn, he’d made a decision. He picked up his phone and called his assistant. “Cancel everything today. And get the name of the best event planner in the city. No, make that two.”If Kendall wanted proof, he’d give her something that would leave no room for doubt.Before he could plan further, his phone buzzed again. This time, the name on the screen made his jaw tighten.Beauty.He let it ring once, twice, before finally answering. “What do you want?”“You sound tense,” her voice purred through the line. “Rough night?”“I’m not in the mood for games.”She chuckled softly. “Who said I was playing? I

The knock on Kendall’s apartment door came just after midnight.She had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the conversation with Beauty replaying over and over in her mind.When she opened the door, Jack stood there not in his usual tailored suit, but in a dark hoodie and jeans. His hair was slightly damp, as though he’d been walking in the misty night air for a long time.“Kendall,” he said quietly. “I need to talk to you. Now.”She hesitated, but something in his expression, a mix of urgency and vulnerability, made her step aside without a word.Once inside, he didn’t sit. He paced the length of her living room, running a hand over his face like a man searching for courage.“I should’ve told you sooner,” he began. “But I kept thinking… if I could just keep you away from it, you’d never have to know.”“Know what?” Kendall asked, her voice tight.“That Beauty wasn’t just some ex,” Jack said, stopping in front of her. “She was part of my life… back when I was someone you wouldn

The man Jack had contacted two nights ago finally called back.“Got something,” the gravelly voice said. “But you’re not gonna like it.”Jack leaned against his car in the shadowed corner of an underground lot, his breath clouding in the night air. “Talk.”“Beauty’s not working alone. She’s tied herself to someone new, bigger, meaner, and with a lot more money than she’s ever had. Guy’s name is Marcus Harlow. Runs a high-end art gallery as a front, but behind it? Money laundering, stolen antiques, high-stakes smuggling. Beauty’s been showing up on his arm at private auctions in Paris and Dubai.”Jack’s hand tightened around the phone. “So she traded me for another dangerous man.”The man chuckled bitterly. “Not just dangerous. Connected. The kind of connected that can make people disappear. If she’s got Marcus backing her, she can hit you in ways you won’t see coming.”Jack’s gaze hardened. “Send me everything you’ve got on him. And on her. Photos. Meetings. Transactions. I want it al