All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amelia POV A full week passed, yet the uneasy tightness in my chest never really left. It clung to me like a second skin—thin, invisible, suffocating. Ethan had been more attentive than ever, always watching me, always hovering as if the past Maxwell represented might slip out of the shadows at any moment and swallow me whole. But nothing happened. No strange sightings. No unexpected encounters. No man with sad eyes and a dangerous reputation appearing at every corner. Just… silence. Almost enough silence to make me believe I’d imagined the shift inside me last week—the fear, the disgust, the anger. Almost. This morning, though, the house felt unusually empty. Ethan had already left for work, leaving a brief kiss on my cheek before rushing out with his tie half-adjusted and an apologetic smile tugging at his lips. “Let me drop you at the supermarket later,” he’d said before leaving. “Don’t go alone.” But then he called in the afternoon, telling me work had piled up, that a clie

Amelia POV Morning light crept through the curtains slowly, slipping across the sheets in thin pale lines. I blinked awake with a dull heaviness behind my eyes, the memory of last night settling over me like unwanted fog. Ethan’s quiet disappointment, my inability to explain myself, the ache of secrets I didn’t understand—all of it clung to me as I pushed myself upright. Today, I promised myself, I would apologize. I would at least try to close the space between us, even if every instinct inside me rebelled against it. I owed him that much. Maybe more. I slipped out of bed and padded quietly toward the kitchen, but before I reached the door, Ethan stepped inside the room, already dressed in a crisp shirt and slacks, hair neatly combed, looking like he’d been awake for hours. He stopped when he saw me. For a moment, we just looked at each other. The tension from last night hovered like smoke between us. “I was just coming to find you,” I said softly. But Ethan shook his head, the

Amelia POVThe party continued around me like a blurry carousel I couldn’t step off. Conversations, laughter, and champagne glasses clinking together—all of it felt distant, muffled, like I was hearing it from underwater. I forced myself to breathe, to keep smiling, to pretend I wasn’t seconds away from unraveling completely.Please, God… let it not be him.The prayer beat through my chest with every shaky inhale.Maxwell.The one name, the one face, the one nightmare I never wanted to see again.The message had come hours ago, and each minute since had dragged like a blade along my nerves. I kept expecting to feel eyes on me from across the room. To hear that voice whisper my name behind me. To see him standing in a corner the way he always used to—silent, calculating, studying me like he owned every piece of my existence.But he never appeared.Not at the bar.Not among the crowd.Not hovering near the grand staircase like a shadow waiting to pounce.Nothing.Either he wasn’t here…

Ethan POVThe headline glowed at the top of my tablet like a personal crown: MONROE INDUSTRIES SECURES ATLAS CONTRACT IN HISTORIC BID OVERTURN.I read it once.Twice.A third time.And each time, the thrill hit just as hard.The biggest contract of the quarter.The one every major corporation clawed for.The one Maxwell Cole had practically owned for the last four years.Now it was mine.A slow smile stretched across my face—not the kind I showed reporters, polished and strategic, but a genuine one, sharp with satisfaction. The board was already celebrating, flooding my email with congratulations, champagne emojis, and half-veiled comments about “finally dethroning the industry devil.”Dethroning Maxwell was exactly what I intended.I leaned back in my office chair, letting the glow from the window settle over me. Afternoon sunlight streaked across the skyline, painting the city gold, like even the universe had decided today belonged to me.Today, I was the man on top.A knock came at

Rebecca POVI sat at the edge of the chaise lounge in my room, back straight, fingers drumming against my knee, the anger in my chest simmering hot enough to blister. “Run a background check,” I said, my voice ice-edged. “Everything you can find. Financials. Education. Family ties. Every business dealing, every shadow he’s ever stepped into.”My personal assistant, Nora, swallowed. “On—Ethan Monroe, ma’am?”“Yes,” I snapped. “On Ethan. On his associates. On whatever ghost of a fortune he crawled out from under.” The words sliced out of me. “I only heard his name yesterday, and suddenly the news speaks as though he’s been circling the empire for years, waiting to strike. He came like a thief, Nora. A thief snatching what belonged to my son.”Nora hesitated. “People online say he—”“I know what they say,” I cut in sharply. “Headlines crafted by vultures. They say Maxwell was careless. They say he’s unfit. They say Ethan replaced him because my son simply… fell.” I leaned forward. “But w