All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY..The moment the “Happy Birthday” chant died down, the estate seemed to exhale. The music softened into the background, warm and elegant, and the staff began moving quietly to serve drinks. Maya guided a pair of servers toward the long table where plates of delicate appetizers waited. Candles flickered, painting soft shadows on the ribbons and flowers Abigail had carefully chosen.Luke stood at the center of it all, his broad frame commanding attention even when he said nothing. His hand remained loosely wrapped around Abigail’s, the only sign that he acknowledged the effort around him. His eyes, sharp as always, scanned the hall, lingering briefly on the decorations before sweeping over the faces of the guests who began arriving in small groups.Not many were invited. Abigail and Maya had been deliberate. It wasn’t meant to be a grand show for society, but an intimate gathering family, a few trusted friends, and staff who cared deeply for the Vandell household.Kat

YOU THINK YOU'RE ONE OF US...The morning air was bright and soft, the kind of day that felt too calm to stay indoors. Abigail had been restless after Obetta’s visit the previous day. Though Luke had stood firm, the sharpness in Obetta’s words still echoed in her head. She needed fresh air, something normal to wash away the weight that clung to her heart.So, when Maya came over around mid-morning, Abigail smiled and pulled her close into a warm hug.“Maya, let’s go out,” she said suddenly, surprising even herself.Maya blinked. “Go out? Where?”“Anywhere,” Abigail answered with a laugh. “I don’t want to sit at home all day. Let’s take a walk. Maybe grab something sweet. There’s that confectionary shop not far from here. Do you remember it?”Maya’s lips curved into a grin. “Of course I do. You used to drag me there when we were still in school. I thought you’d forgotten.”“I haven’t,” Abigail said, shaking her head. “Come on. Let’s go. It will be fun.”Maya agreed, her eyes sparkling.

I THINK SHE HATES ME...Carmen stayed in her drawing room long after Camille had left. The paper in her hand was still open, but she was not reading it anymore. Her mind had already shifted, working slowly, carefully, like a needle weaving threads together.Camille had given her what she needed confirmation. Abigail was no longer hiding quietly in Luke’s shadow. She was walking openly, even laughing in public. She was growing comfortable. And that comfort would make her careless.Carmen leaned back against the soft chair, closing her eyes for a moment. She thought of Abigail’s face. Not beautiful in the way of polished women who painted their lips and wore diamonds. Abigail’s beauty was quieter, almost fragile, but it was that softness that caught Luke’s eye. Carmen could see it clearly now. Luke was a man who liked to protect what looked breakable.“Which means,” Carmen whispered to herself, “she is only strong because of him.”A faint smile touched her lips. If Abigail was bold now,

THEY KNOW HIM...The night had passed, but Abigail barely slept. She kept turning under the blanket, the folded note hidden under her pillow like a thorn she could not throw away. Luke’s arm had rested across her, warm and protective, yet her mind refused to quiet down. Every time she closed her eyes, the words of the note returned like a whisper:Do you really know the man you are with? Ask the Dixons. They know him better than you do.By morning, her eyes felt heavy, but she forced herself up. Luke was already gone from the bed, and she could hear faint movements in the bathroom. She quickly slipped the note into her drawer before he could see it. She didn’t want to worry him. Not yet.When Luke walked out, freshly dressed, he looked as calm as ever. His shirt was crisp, his watch gleaming in the soft light. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Morning, love,” he said, his voice steady.Abigail smiled faintly, trying to hide her tiredness. “Morning.”“Did you sleep well?”She he

The sun had barely risen when Luke got up from bed. Abigail was still asleep, her hair spread on the pillow, her breathing soft and calm.He stood there for a long moment, watching her.She looked peaceful too peaceful, considering how restless she had been for days.He sighed quietly, turning away. He loved her, deeply, but something wasn’t right. Something was being hidden from him.And now, he needed to know what it was.Downstairs, Luke entered his study. The quietness of the morning filled the large room. He sat down at his desk and opened his laptop.He had been careful not to let Abigail notice, but last night, after she had fallen asleep, he had copied a few numbers from her phone. He hated invading her privacy, but his instincts told him something bigger was going on something she didn’t even fully understand herself.He typed the number into a tracing system connected to one of his security contacts. Within minutes, the system showed the name.Carmen Scott.His jaw tightene