Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr Billionaire, I Married You Accidentally!!!: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

BELLATRIX.... Sucked into the dark hollow, I floated in the darkness until I saw him... Victor, my husband, standing right before me. I looked at him, smiling. But... why does he look at me that way? So cold and... lifeless. "Victor." I approached him, trying to touch him, but he suddenly stepped back, pushing me away. "Stay away from me!" His menacing growl and cold demeanor sent me off. "Victor," I whispered in shock. "Why?" "As if you don't know." He scoffed. "Do you forget? It was your father who killed my parents. Your father, Bellatrix." The hatred in his voice broke me. "No, Pl-lease..." Tears streamed down my eyes. "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry, Pl-lease forgive me." "Forgiveness?" He smirked coldly, shaking his head. "Never. I do not trust a killer's daughter!" He stepped back from me. "There will be nothing between us anymore, Bellatrix." "No, please! Don't leave me alone!" I begged, trying to run to him, but my feet seemed to be frozen. "You deserve to be alone..

VICTOR.... Today, I set out for RD Corporation. All the board members and important shareholders are going to choose their official Chairman, and the majority knows that it will be Ambrose Ryder. However, they don't know yet what surprise I have packed for them. My assistants, guards, legal team, Grandpa's lawyer, advocate Tim, and Assistant Daniel are with me. Getting out of the car, without any hindrance, I walked inside the company. No guards stopped me; perhaps they were intimidated by seeing such a huge team, or it was because of Daniel. We directly went to the huge conference hall of RD, where the meeting was being held. From outside, we could hear the voting being counted. At that exact moment, Luis pushed open the huge door, and I walked inside, followed by my subordinates. Every eye turned to us, and both Ambrose and his wife turned to me, their eyes widening at first before frowning. "What are you doing here?" Ambrose asked, clearly dissatisfied and scared of my appeara

BELLATRIX.... "Roy, you're here!" I exclaimed. Well, I was kind of expecting both Roy and Stella to burst in this way after seeing the news. He rushed to my side, his face frowning. "How did that happen? Your father..." "Hey, it's alright. I'm fine. And yeah, that's true; my father was one of the killers," I shrugged. "And before you ask, yes, Victor told me everything, and I did not stop him because, before my father, he is also a murderer." I frowned, recalling what I saw in the news. "In fact, because of Dad and Ambrose Ryder, Victor has to come back to the country. Ambrose even wanted to kill him in Russia." "Oh, that's why he suddenly returned to New York," Roy murmured. He raised his gaze and suddenly stiffened. It took me some time to realize that he wasn't staring at me but at the woman beside me... "What are you doing here?" he gasped, seeming surprised. Blinking, I turned to Stella. She did not reply and only shrugged, looking away. Hold on... Do they know each other?

BELLATRIX.... Almost three weeks later... "No! No! No!" Victor rolled off the bed, jumping far away from me. "Not at all! I am not going to do what you are saying! That's impossible!" "....." "Fuck!" Murmuring a curse under my breath, I quickly slipped to the edge of the bed, revealing more of my skin from the red lingerie I'm wearing. I pouted my dark red lips, which were painted that way because of the lipstick, in a seductive way. "Baby, please." I fluttered my lashes at him. I know it affected him as he gulped hard. For sure, my appearance is messing with his mind. Well, that was the plan! However, it was only messing with his mind. Damn, I can't believe this man's self-control! Shaking his head, he held a blank expression on his face. "No way I am doing this. Control yourself, Bellatrix." His voice came out way harsher than I liked. "....." Did he just deny me so harshly? How dare he! I was getting angry now. This man was showing too much attitude! Just because I

BELLATRIX.... I stood at the corner of the funeral home, my eyes blurred, unable to focus on anything but the smiling photo of my father. I wasn't surprised when, last night, the news of his death came to the imperial palace; perhaps I was expecting it. I had seen him in the hospital two days ago. That twisted feeling after seeing his condition—a part of me was prepared for this day. Yes, I know he had hurt me, prioritized Florence over me, turned out to be the killer of my husband's parents, and even attempted to kill him in Russia. He even unhesitatingly signed the document severing our relationship. However, in between all that, there were also memories of the first eight years of my life. Those memories were amazing and pretty evident in my heart. With my grandparents and my parents, especially Dad. He adored me; sometimes, he was my partner in crime and saved me from Mom's scolding. Those memories may be long forgotten by my parents, but I still cherish them. After all, tho