All Chapters of Married To The Cruel Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SELENEAdrien’s hand stayed right behind me as he steered me away from the center of the room. It wasn’t a touch anyone else would’ve noticed, but I felt every bit of it.. warm, steady, protective in this way that confused the hell out of me. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I didn’t hear the whispers breaking out behind us, pretending I didn’t feel everyone’s eyes drilling into my back.People tried to act like they’d gone back to their conversations, but they hadn’t. Every head tilted. Every murmur stretched our way. Every fake smile hid curiosity.Adrien didn’t look at me, not even for a second. His jaw was so tight it looked like he was grinding his teeth. His shoulders stiff, his steps fast but controlled. He looked furious—like he was still replaying Naomi’s words and trying not to storm back there.And I kept asking myself, silently, why he reacted like that. Why he stepped in front of me like that. Why his voice had sounded so sharp, so final. Why it didn’t feel like a man d

2SELENEWe all stepped out of the car.Adrien went straight to the driver, his voice low, controlled. I stayed close enough to hear, but far enough to let them talk like men fixing a problem.“What happened?” Adrien asked.The driver popped the hood, leaned in, frowned. “Engine cut suddenly. No warning. That’s not normal.”Adrien bent slightly to look inside. “Battery?”“Battery’s fine,” the driver said. “Cables look intact.”I hugged my arms around myself as a cool breeze brushed past. The road was quiet. Too quiet. No cars passing. No streetlights close by. Just darkness and that low hum of night sounds.Then the driver crouched down near the tires.He went still.“Sir,” he said slowly. “You should see this.”Adrien moved to him at once. I followed without thinking.The tire was torn. Not burst. Slashed.Clean. Intentional.My stomach twisted.Adrien’s face hardened. “That wasn’t an accident.”“No,” the driver said. “All four tires were tampered with.”“All four?” I repeated softly

SELENEI woke up with my head pounding.Not a soft ache. Not the kind you could ignore. This was sharp, heavy, like someone had been knocking on the inside of my skull all night and forgot to stop.I groaned and turned my face into the pillow.Bad idea.The room spun instantly, slow and dizzy, like the ceiling was floating instead of staying where it belonged. My stomach rolled. I squeezed my eyes shut and stayed still, breathing through it.“What the hell…” I whispered.My mouth felt dry. My body felt heavy. Every limb was slow, like it didn’t fully belong to me yet.I tried to think.Last night.The thought came, but it didn’t land clean.There were gaps. Thick ones.I remembered laughter. Loud music. Warm light. Adrien’s voice, low and close. A bar. A drink. Maybe more than one.I frowned.Why did everything feel like it had happened under water?I opened my eyes again, more carefully this time.The room came into focus in pieces.Not my bedroom at home.This one was bigger. Softer

OLIVIAI woke up angry.Not the quiet kind. Not the tired kind. The kind that sits in your chest and makes your hands shake before you even open your eyes.My phone was already buzzing on the nightstand. It hadn’t stopped all night. I knew that before I even picked it up. I could feel it in my bones.Buzz.Buzz.Buzz.I grabbed it and the screen lit up like it was mocking me.Notifications. Too many to count.Blogs. Gossip pages. Business updates. Society trash that pretends to be news.I scrolled.And there it was.Again.And again.“Power Couple Removed from Voss Event.”“Adrien Voss Publicly Defends Wife.”“Sources Say Adrien Voss ‘Shut It Down’ for Selene.”My fingers tightened around the phone.There was a photo under the headline. A clear one. Too clear. Adrien standing in front of Selene. His hand at her waist. His body angled like a wall. Like she needed protecting and he was proud to do it.Like I didn’t exist.Like Lucas didn’t exist.Like we were nothing but noise he shut o

SELENEI woke up slowly, like my body didn’t trust the morning yet.The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your chest tighten because it reminds you of things you’d rather not think about. Light slipped in through the curtains, soft and pale, touching the edge of the bed, the floor, the walls. Everything looked normal.I didn’t feel normal.The first thing I felt was the weight of memory. Heavy. Warm. Unwanted and wanted at the same time.Last night.The way my body had moved before my mind could stop it. The way I’d kissed him. The way I’d stayed. The way I hadn’t run.My stomach twisted.I turned my head slowly and there he was.Adrien was asleep beside me, stretched out like he owned the space without trying. One arm rested above his head, the other loose at his side. His face looked softer like this. Less sharp. Less guarded. Just a man sleeping.I stared at him longer than I should have.This was a mistake.Not a disaster. Not a scandal. Just a mistake that f