Todos os capítulos de Married To The Billionaire I Hate: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Stevie-lou's POV.I drove like a maniac. Fingers gripping the wheel, chest heaving, my heart punching my ribs like it wanted out. Every red light felt like a curse. Every minute in that car, stuck with his scent on my skin, made my stomach twist harder.Smith almost had me.I couldn’t believe it.I let him kiss me. I let him touch me. I let him press up against me like he owned me.If I hadn’t pushed him away when I did...God.I slammed my palm against the steering wheel."Stupid, stupid, stupid," I whispered, shaking my head. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes but I refused to let them fall.I hated him. I hated him.Smith, with his cold eyes and twisted smile. Smith, the man who ruined my family. The man who made my father’s life a living hell until the day he died.And he dared to touch me like I belonged to him.I was disgusted. Not just with him. With myself.I pulled into Jeremy's apartment complex and parked like the building was on fire. The second I stepped out, the night a

Stevie-lou's POV.I woke up to the smell of eggs and burnt toast, and for a second, I thought I was still dreaming. My head pounded from the lack of sleep and everything that had happened yesterday, and I couldn't even remember how I ended up on the couch. I shifted slightly, rubbing my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim light. My body ached. There was no peace. There was no escape.When I turned my head, there it was. A plate of breakfast sitting on the coffee table in front of me. Eggs. Toast. A cup of tea.I blinked at it for a moment, wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. But then I saw him, Smith…standing there, looking at me with this expression. It was hard to read, but I saw something that looked like regret. His eyes were wide, almost desperate, as though he wanted to say something but didn't know how. It was like he had been waiting for me to wake up.My chest tightened.Last night felt like a blur of anger and confusion. Smith had made things worse between us with h

Smith's POV.I left the house this morning with Petunia’s tears still clinging to my memory like they were tattooed behind my eyes. She hadn’t said a single word. Not even a whisper. Just sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor like she couldn’t even look at me.I hated that.God, I hated seeing her cry. Especially when I was the one who made her do it.The drive to the office had been quiet. No music. No calls. Just me and the noise in my head. I walked into Hart Enterprise with a stiff jaw and a headache already forming behind my temples. My assistant, James, trailed behind me, talking about meetings and numbers, but I just held up a hand. Not now.My office was cold. Not literally. Just... cold. The kind of silence that felt like a punishment. I didn’t even sit down before my phone buzzed on the desk. I saw the name and sighed.Emily.I picked up, bracing myself. "Emily."‘What’s going on, Smith?’ she asked straight away. No greeting. No pause.Her voice was calm, bu

Smith's POV.I drove home in silence.The roads blurred past. My hands stayed glued to the steering wheel, knuckles tight, every joint stiff. Marcus’s voice replayed in my head like a broken tape. Over and over and over.“You sure that’s stress? Or are you being played?”It made my stomach churn.The closer I got to the house, the heavier the air felt. The sky was already dark, the kind of grey-black that felt more like a warning than a backdrop. As I pulled into the driveway, the porch light was on...but every other light in the house looked off.That was the first red flag.Petunia didn’t like the dark. Even during the day, she kept the windows wide, curtains drawn, as though the sun was her only friend.I stepped out of the car and shut the door a little harder than I meant to. My shoes crunched against the gravel. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside.And then I heard it.Singing.Off-key. Loud. And drunk.I froze.I followed the sound. Walked into the living room...and st

Stevie-lou’s POV."I’m not going in today."Confusion stunned my brain. "What?""Work can wait," Smith said casually, walking to the closet and pulling out a clean t-shirt. "I’ve got more important things to do."I sat there, still trying to function. "You don’t skip work. You’re Smith Hart. You’re like... a robot with a billion-dollar bank account."He pulled the shirt over his head and looked at me, brow slightly raised. "You always this flattering in the morning?"I squinted at him. "You’re really not going in?""Nope. You’re hungover and recovering, and frankly, I want to spend some time with you."He said it so simply, like he hadn’t just dropped another bomb.I blinked. "Why?"He stepped forward and crouched slightly, so we were eye level. His voice dropped. "Because I want to know the girl who sings in my shirt and throws up on my shoes."I groaned and pushed him lightly. "Stop."He chuckled and straightened. "Come on. Let’s get you dressed. We’re going out."I stared at him li