All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EVERY PART OF YOU...The morning light poured gently through the wide curtains, spilling golden warmth across the room. The sheets rustled as Luke stirred awake, his strong arm still wrapped tightly around Abigail. He shifted slightly, opening his eyes, and for a moment simply watched her. Her hair was scattered across the pillow, her lips parted in soft sleep. She looked peaceful, untouched by the storm that had been turning inside him all night.Luke tightened his hold, brushing his nose lightly against her hair. For the first time in hours, he felt his chest loosen. She stirred at the touch, a faint sigh leaving her lips. Slowly, her lashes fluttered open, her eyes finding his.“You’re awake already,” she whispered, her voice still heavy with sleep.“I didn’t sleep much,” he admitted, his deep tone low and steady.Abigail’s brow softened. She reached up to brush her fingers against his jaw. “You should rest more.”In

JUST LIKE YOUR MAN..The morning sun was bright but gentle when Abigail and Maya stepped out of the estate together. Abigail had chosen a light dress, something comfortable enough for the day ahead. Maya, as always, looked stylish without trying  her wide-leg trousers and silk blouse flowing with each step. The driver held the car door open for them, and the two friends slid into the backseat.There was a bubbling energy between them, like they carried a shared secret too delicious to keep. Abigail couldn’t stop smiling, her fingers drumming lightly against her knee as the car pulled away from the gates.“Someone’s excited,” Maya teased, leaning back against the leather seat.Abigail glanced at her with a small laugh. “I am. I’ve never planned something like this before… not for him.”Maya arched a brow. “So tell me, what exactly are we shopping for today? Decorations? Food? Or should we just buy the whole mall and be done with

IT'S WAS MY FATHER'S The morning sun filters through the tall windows, casting a soft golden glow across the bedroom. Abigail wakes to the faint sound of papers being shifted, not the usual stillness she often finds when Luke sleeps beside her. She blinks, stretching quietly, and turns her head.Luke is already awake, seated on the edge of the bed with a file in his hand. His shirt is buttoned halfway, sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly damp from the shower. He looks completely absorbed in the document, the faint line between his brows giving away his focus.Abigail stays still for a moment, simply watching him. She’s supposed to be resting, but her heart pulls her into quiet curiosity. She remembers Kate’s words from the night before how Luke hides his birthday because of that memory as a child and the thought blooms again: If he doesn’t say what he likes, I’ll just have to notice it myself.Luke glances back, sensing her gaze, and a small smile flickers across his lips. “You’re

I WANT TO TRYThe day before Luke’s birthday began like any other, but Abigail woke with a restless feeling in her chest. She sat up in bed while the morning light poured through the tall curtains of the Vandell estate. Her heart raced, not from fear, but from excitement and nerves. Everything she had been planning with Maya for days now was about to fall into place, but there was one final detail she needed Luke out of the house for one night. It sounded easier in her mind, but in reality, convincing Luke Vandell to leave his own home, even for a single evening, was no small task. He was a man of control, a man who liked to know every detail of his space. He had lived through betrayals and schemes, and his instinct was always to keep his guard up. Abigail knew if she asked him directly, he would see through her. He might not even argue loudly; he might just arch his brow and refuse. So she thought of the only person who could influence him in ways no one else could his mother, Kat

The morning of Luke’s birthday broke with a soft stillness. The Vandell estate was not where he had woken up, but at Kate’s mansion. He rarely stayed overnight there anymore, but his mother had pressed him firmly the evening before. She had insisted that she needed his company for a night, making it seem like it was nothing more than a whim of hers. Luke, though suspicious of her sudden warmth, had agreed after she had pressed long enough. Abigail had been the one who asked Kate for help. She had pleaded with her mother-in-law to make sure Luke stayed over at her mansion. That was the only way she and Maya could have the time to prepare the Vandell estate for the birthday surprise. Abigail knew Luke hated surprises, but she wanted to give him something different this time. She wanted to show him he was worth celebrating, even if he had long stopped caring about his own birthday. When Abigail arrived early that morning at Kate’s mansion, her heart beat quickly. She had barely slept.