Lahat ng Kabanata ng MARRYING THE HIDDEN BILLONAIRE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Angie POVReed walked in slowly, like he didn’t want to be there. His eyes didn’t leave mine. He looked calm… but I knew better.He was mad.No… he was hurt.“Reed,” I started, taking a small step toward him. He didn’t say anything.Giovanni stood behind me, his eyes full of fake confidence. “Look who finally showed up.”I turned quickly. “Giovanni, don’t…”Reed dropped the bag fully and walked past us without a word.“Hey!” Giovanni shouted. “You think you can steal my girl and just walk away?”I spun around, shocked. “What?! Giovanni…”“You did this,” Giovanni pointed at Reed. “You made her hate me. You ruined us!”Reed froze, his back still turned. He didn’t say anything. Not yet.Giovanni stepped closer, his voice rising. “You think you’re better than me? Just because you play the good guy?”“Stop it!” I snapped. “You need to go.”Reed finally turned, his eyes colder than I’d ever seen them. “She left you because you cheated. Don’t blame me.”Giovanni laughed, but th

Angie’s PerspectiveThe next morning, Reed barely spoke to me. He came downstairs quietly, already dressed.He didn’t kiss me on the forehead, he didn’t smile. Not even a “good morning.”“Hey,” I said softly, standing by the kitchen counter.He poured coffee and nodded. “Morning.”That was it.No eye contact. No questions. Just silence.I tried to stay calm, I had already apologized a few times the night before. But it didn’t change the fact that he walked in on something that looked terrible. Even if it wasn’t what it seemed.Even if I didn’t mean for it to happen.“Reed, can we talk?”“I have errands,” he said, grabbing his keys.“Errands?” I asked, stepping closer. “Are we going to keep ignoring this?”“I’m not ignoring anything,” he said. “I just need space.”That hurt more than I expected.He walked to the door, paused, then turned back slightly. “I’ll be back later.”And just like that, he was gone. The silence left behind was too loud. I sat down slowly on the cou

Chapter FifteenAngie’s POVThe sound of the doorbell made me jump. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Reed had gone out again, Michelle was busy. I pulled my sweater closer and walked to the door. When I opened it, I froze.“Dad?”He smiled, holding a paper bag. “I brought your favorite. Tuna melt from Carson’s.”I stepped aside. “Come in.”He walked inside like he owned the place…which, technically, he did. The apartment was his wedding gift to us. At the time, it felt like a fresh start. Now it just felt like another place I was slowly falling apart in.We sat in the kitchen. I opened the bag, but my appetite was gone.“You haven’t been eating,” he said, watching me closely.“I’m fine.”“No, you’re not.”I looked down.“Is it Reed?”I nodded slowly.My dad sighed. “Tell me what happened.”“It’s complicated.”“So explain it to me.”I picked at the bread crust, trying to find the words.“He saw Giovanni kiss me.”My dad raised an eyebrow. “What?”“It wasn’t planned,” I sai

Chapter Seventeen Reed’s POVThe moment I woke up, the first thing I felt was her beside me.She was soft, warm, peaceful. The room was still dim, with only the morning light peeking through the curtains. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to disturb her. I just lay there, listening to her breathe, wondering if this was the calm before the storm.I had kissed her last night, really kissed her. And for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to believe that maybe… just maybe… things could be real between us.But I knew better than to let my guard down completely.I glanced at the clock. It was still early, but I knew I couldn’t stay here much longer. I had work to do… business to take care of. Things that didn’t involve her, even though I wished they did.I quietly slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, trying not to wake her. The cool tile on my feet felt like a wake-up call. The reality of what I had to do kept pressing on me. I ran my hand through my hair, staring

Chapter 19Angie’s POVThe flight back to New York felt like a blur. My mind was still on the concert, the excitement, the roar of the crowd, and the thrill of being on stage. It had been everything I had hoped for, and more.But even with all the success, all the praise, I couldn’t shake the feeling of something missing. The spotlight was bright, and the energy was electric, but as the last note echoed through the stadium, it hit me.I wanted Reed there. The thought was sudden and unexpected. I had been focused on my career, pushing forward without thinking too much about the people around me. But now, as I sat on the plane, I realized that his absence felt like a hole in my heart. I spent the flight replaying the last few days in my mind. I’d been trying to push away the growing doubts about us, about him. Reed had been distant, and even though he texted, the messages were always short, too polite. He hadn’t been there when I needed him the most…when the press was hounding me,