Semua Bab The mysterious Billionaire's Wife; a lost heiress.: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Robert’s POVI held on tight to her as she wept. My heart stood still, breaking into a million pieces all over again. Her tears made me clench my fists—I felt like giving Mr. Johnson a real blow. But not here, not now.I gently led her to the car, and we drove home in silence. Her face was turned toward the windshield, and I could tell a lot was running through her mind.I’ve watched Mia work tirelessly since she joined the company. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m the reason behind her intense drive. Am I the catalyst? Does she want to leave me that badly?I still couldn't believe I had confessed my feelings to her in front of my father and Victoria. Gosh! I had no idea how to escape the situation at the time, so I just… confessed. For crying out loud, I married her against her will—to pay off the debt of a man who isn’t even her father.We got home, and I watched as she quietly walked to her room. I wanted to ask if she was okay. I wanted to know if she needed me to stay by her side. I wa

~ROBERT POV~“...Here at the closure of the meeting, we would be optioning for the biggest brand in California…”I couldn't take my eyes off Mia during the meeting. The past seven months have been both thrilling and terrifying, yet I found myself getting lost in her gaze every single day. A degree graduate now sitting with high-ranking businessmen in board meetings… The way she walked side by side with me, tirelessly pushing and sealing deals to reach higher targets, only revealed the depth of her ambition.I feel this unexplainable connection every time I’m with her. I’ve watched her confront the painful reality about her father and still move forward, even without knowing her mother's whereabouts.There have been times I heard her weeping loudly in her room. During those moments, I wished I had the ability to comfort her, but all she ever did was call me a liar.How on earth do I tell her that this project she’s working so hard on is owned by her mother’s husband? How do I tell her

~Mia's POV~Robert drove back to the city at high speed. Our adventure was abruptly cut short—we had to return because of the rumors.We headed straight to the office without thinking twice, still wearing the same clothes that had been plastered all over social media—as if being married and spending a night together was now a societal taboo.No one cared about what truly happened. No one wanted to know why we ended up sleeping in a motel. Bloggers just kept reposting the photos, twisting the story, adding their own scandalous captions.When we arrived at the office—unprepared, unsuspecting—we stepped out of the car into a frenzy of flashing cameras. Reporters appeared from nowhere. Shutters clicked relentlessly in my face. Their humiliating questions felt like bullets.Why were they only targeting me? Robert wasn't swarmed—they surrounded only me, drowning me in a sea of accusations. Wasn’t it both of us?I froze. Shock rendered me speechless.“Mia Ross, is it true you and your husban

~Mia’s POV~I wasn’t particularly familiar with such gatherings, and part of my relief about being on this trip with Robert was because he knew how these things were done. Unsure of what to wear, I had finally settled on a black, silky pencil-length gown with strapless arms. I styled my hair sideways, letting it fall softly over one side of my face. Around my neck hung the silver necklace Robert had gifted me. I paired the look with an ivory-branded black bag and matching shoes. Dressed in black and silver, I looked elegant… but incomplete.I had waited for Robert for an hour, calling him multiple times without a single response before heading out alone.The moment I stepped into the event center, I paused to take it all in. The grand hall sparkled under a sea of crystal chandeliers, casting soft golden light on polished marble floors. Glasses clinked delicately in the air, and the buzz of sophisticated laughter floated between warm classical tunes performed by a live quartet in the c

James Lud’s POV “What’s the information so far? Have you found any leads?” I demanded, my voice sharp and cutting.“No, sir. We’re still looking,” Reaper answered, head bowed in submission. None of them dared to meet my eyes.The response made my blood boil. Without hesitation, I grabbed the mug in front of me and hurled it at the wall. The loud crash of ceramic echoed through the room like thunder, and my men flinched, visibly shaken. They knew what was coming.“How dare you bring such useless reports to me?” I roared. “Richard’s wife has been hiding for years, and the moment she appears live on stage, you fools let her slip through your fingers?”I stormed over to Reaper and slammed my walking stick across his back. Pain tore through my leg as I moved, but the anger masked it. Ever since the accident, this damned stick had become part of me—but I could still wield it with force.“I’m so sorry, Master. We’ll do our best next time,” Reaper gasped, bowing lower, trembling. He knew he