All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I'M YOUR WIFE... The morning after the gala carried a strange heaviness with it. The Vandell estate was quiet, too quiet for Abigail’s liking. Sunlight spilled through the tall glass windows, warming the cream-coloured walls, but there was no warmth in Luke’s mood. He had left their bed before dawn, slipping out with the same silence that always came when his mind was troubled. Abigail found him hours later in the garden behind the estate. He was standing by the stone railing that overlooked the lower lawns, a cup of black coffee in one hand, his other buried in the pocket of his trousers. His sandy hair caught the morning light, but the stiffness in his shoulders told her he had not slept well. She approached slowly, her steps soft against the stone path. “You’ve been out here all morning,” she said, her voice careful, testing. Luke didn’t turn. He sipped his coffee, the silence stretching long before he finally spoke. “Do you know what’s already in the papers?” Her brows furrowe

DEMAND ANSWERS...The café was tucked neatly into the corner of the upscale district, far enough from the bustle of the main street that it felt private, yet lively enough not to draw attention to two women seated at a table by the window. The smell of roasted coffee beans hung in the air, mixed with the sweet scent of pastries fresh out of the oven.Abigail stirred her cappuccino absently, her spoon clinking against the porcelain cup, her eyes fixed on the swirl of foam that she wasn’t drinking. She looked almost out of place here dressed in a simple cream blouse and tailored pants, her hair swept back neatly. She was beautiful in her quiet elegance, but today her face carried a weight Maya immediately noticed.Maya leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm as she studied her best friend. “Okay,” she said finally, breaking the silence between them. “Spill it. You’ve been stirring that coffee like it personally offended you. What’s wrong?”Abigail sighed softly, still staring at t

YOU'RE MINE..The evening breeze swirled softly through the wide windows of the Vandell estate. Abigail sat on the edge of her bed, carefully unpacking the shopping bags from her day out with Maya. Neatly folded dresses were stacked on one side, jewelry boxes lined the dresser, and delicate shoes gleamed under the lamp’s light. For the first time in a while, she felt… lighter. The laughter she’d shared with Maya lingered like a pleasant echo in her chest.Still, no matter how much she tried, her mind wouldn’t let go of Oscar Dixon.The way he’d appeared, like he had stepped straight out of nowhere. The way he’d spoken to her calm, steady, protective in a way that unsettled her. His words hadn’t been dramatic, yet they clung to her skin. She shook her head, forcing herself to fold another blouse. Luke’s face floated into her mind instead. His sharp jaw, the cold strength of his eyes when he was displeased. He had already warned her about Oscar. He knew something. And now, she was torn

I'LL BE READY The next morning dawned with the sharp brightness of summer, the kind of light that made the marble floors of the Vandell estate glow like liquid silver. Abigail sat by her vanity, running the brush through her hair with a distracted hand. She had slept poorly, waking every hour with thoughts of the meeting replaying in her mind. Oscar’s voice, smooth and persuasive, still echoed in her ears. She had seen the gleam in his eyes, the quiet insistence in his words. It wasn’t about the project. It was about her.And now, she was being drawn into the middle of it.A soft knock broke her thoughts. Luke’s reflection appeared behind her in the mirror, his tall frame filling the doorway. He looked freshly dressed in a dark suit, his tie perfectly knotted, his cufflinks gleaming. His presence was commanding, but his eyes lingered on her with something softer, though unreadable.“You’re ready,” he said, not as a question bu

I SEE HER VALUE...The restaurant was quiet, private, and expensive. The kind of place where powerful men met to talk without fear of listening ears. A long table stretched across the dimly lit room, crystal glasses set neatly, wine already poured. At the far end, Luke sat in his usual composure, shoulders back, jaw set, eyes unreadable.Across from him sat Oscar Dixon.The young man leaned back in his chair, his sandy-brown hair catching the light, his hazel eyes calm but alert. He carried himself with the kind of ease that came from being born into wealth and power. There was no hesitation in his movements, no nervous ticks. He was comfortable here, maybe too comfortable.Luke’s fingers rested lightly on the stem of his glass, but he hadn’t taken a sip. His silence filled the room, heavy and sharp.“You didn’t waste time calling me here,” Oscar said finally, his lips curving into a faint smile. “I take it you wanted something private. Away from the public eyes… away from Abigail.”L