All Chapters of BARREN BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE, MOTHER OF TRIPLETS. : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~EVA'S POV~"What did you tell the negotiator? This was a big deal, Eva! A billion-dollar opportunity—and what did you say to him?" Chairman Huxley’s voice thundered across the room. He tossed the file he was holding onto the table and it made a disturbing sound that made me flinch."Sir, no matter what happens, our company can't stoop so low as to beg for customers," I said, my hands gripping the armchair so tightly that I thought I might rip the leather off. "We’re currently getting more deals. We don't need to sell ourselves that cheap. Don't you trust me dad? "Chairman Huxley’s eyes darkened. His brows knitted together, forming a deep line in the middle of his forehead."Isn’t that exactly why we should secure every client first?!" he barked. His frustration was palpable—and honestly, he had every right to be mad. I just cost the company a million dollars."You can’t just walk away from a deal every time something doesn’t go your way, Eva. The company is taking a hit because

~Eva's POV~I groaned as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, scrolling through the articles I had saved about my fiancé. Page after page, all I saw were reports about his trading company, his business achievements, and his position on the Forbes list. Damien Alexandros went to great lengths to keep his personal life private—a nearly impossible feat considering the media was obsessed with him. I figured Adel, his ever-efficient assistant, must have played a major role in shielding him from the public eye.A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I wondered,if there is any other bride in the world who knows so little about the man she’s about to marry?Probably not. Maybe I was the only bride in the world walking into marriage half-blind.From what little information I did find, Damien was ranked among the third richest man in the United States. I zoomed into one of the few pictures of him I could find. Even through the tight, white turtleneck he wore, his statuesque figure was evident. Hi

~DAMIEN'S POV~Within the hour, I found myself sending out messages to friends, business partners, even a few old acquaintances. Why not? The "chaste CEO" was finally getting married. It would definitely stir up some surprises. I smirked as my phone buzzed with replies filled with disbelief, congratulations, and nosy questions. I simply responded by sending the venue address: Sandro's Hotel, the luxury hotel I had just completed a few months ago.The big day had arrived. The day no one would ever dare to set me up on another blind date again.I drove to Mr. Huxley's mansion in my sleek new Bugatti Centodieci, the engine humming powerfully beneath me. As Adel pulled up to the grand entrance, I caught sight of her. Eva. My bride.She stepped gracefully toward the car, her long white dress sweeping across the ground like a gentle wave. Her makeup was flawless—elegant and subtle, enhancing her natural beauty rather than masking it. Exactly the way I liked it.A strange urge to

EvaI opened my eyes slowly, feeling the faint hum of the plane’s landing gear beneath me. Damien sat stiffly by the window, his face turned away, gazing out at the runway lights as if I didn’t exist. Not once did he tilt his head in my direction. When the plane finally came to a stop at the airport, he shifted his focus , not to me but to a magazine he retrieved from the seat pocket in front of him. Every little gesture I made to capture his attention — a cough, a small nudge, even a sigh was completely ignored. It was as if I were invisible to him.After disembarking, we were ushered into a sleek black Suv that waited at the curb. The drive was silent, tense, and filled with an awkwardness that gnawed at my nerves. Soon, we pulled up in front of a stunning hotel bearing the name "Tenuta Miranda" etched elegantly across the entrance. The view took my breath away. It was one of the most enchanting places I had ever seen, almost like a dream pulled from a glossy magazine page.The ext

Eva's pov 9:00 AM.There are men who seem to have it all; power, wealth, prestige, but the one thing they don’t have is rest. Damien is one of those men.I woke up with a jolt, my breathing ragged and chest rising and falling as though I had just escaped a nightmare. My eyes were puffy and dry, probably from staying up too late and crying without realizing it. I had tried not to fall asleep. I wanted to stay awake—to stay in control—but somewhere between the silence of the room and my own swirling thoughts, I must have dozed off.Sunlight leaked through the hotel’s sheer curtains, casting long shadows on the floor. The atmosphere was calm now, eerily so. I reached for my phone and checked the time.Across from the bed, Damien was seated on the sleek white couch, a silver Apple laptop balanced on the coffee table before him. His brows were furrowed, eyes glued to the screen, shoulders tense as if he were carrying the weight of the world. Even though I had fallen asleep long before he