All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The morning begins quietly, too quietly for Luke’s taste. The sunlight filters softly through the large windows of his study, landing on the papers scattered across his desk. He’s been awake since dawn, unable to rest since his meeting with Carmen.Her words still echo in his head.“Her parents aren’t even her real parents.”Luke clenches his jaw, his hand tightening around the pen he holds. No one should’ve known that. No one except him and maybe one or two people from a long time ago. Yet somehow, Carmen had gotten her hands on pieces of the truth.That means someone is leaking information. Someone from his own network.He picks up his phone and dials a number he hasn’t called in months. The line rings twice before a low, firm voice answers.“Mr. Luke?”“Daniel,” Luke says calmly, though his tone holds quiet tension. “I need you to find something for me. It’s about Carmen.”“What do you need, sir?”“I want to know how she got her hands on personal information about Abigail’s past,”

Luke sat in his study, the afternoon light slipping through the tall windows and spreading across the floor. The air smelled faintly of cedar and ink, calm but tense. He had been reviewing a few business files, yet his mind wasn’t really there.It had been quiet in the house all morning too quiet. Abigail was out in the garden with Maya, and their laughter sometimes floated in through the window. It should have made him feel at peace, but instead, it reminded him of how fragile that peace was.Ever since his conversation with Carmen, he had known she wouldn’t stop. Carmen was a woman who hated losing. The look in her eyes that night had been enough to tell him she was digging deeper maybe even into things she wasn’t supposed to find.Luke sighed softly and rubbed his temples. He had tightened the security around the house, assigned new guards, and made sure every entrance was monitored. Still, a feeling of unease stayed in him like a shadow.Just then, a light knock came on the door.

BITTER TRUTH..The next morning came quietly. The sun rose gently over the city, painting the sky with soft orange and pink. At Luke’s mansion, everything seemed peaceful. Abigail was sitting on the balcony with a cup of tea, her hair loose, watching the trees sway. Luke had left early for a business meeting, leaving her a sweet note on the nightstand.She smiled as she read it again, his handwriting neat and warm:“Be safe, love. I’ll be home before dinner.”She pressed the paper to her chest and whispered, “You worry too much, Luke.”But deep inside, she liked that about him  how protective he was, how he always seemed to know when danger was near.After breakfast, Abigail called Maya, asking her to come over later. She missed her best friend’s laughter and wanted company for the quiet afternoon. Maya promised to visit soon, but she didn’t tell Abigail that she already had another meeting planned one th

I LIKE THIS VERSION...When Luke returned home that evening, the sun was already setting behind the trees. The golden light spread across the yard, painting the walls in soft orange tones. Everything looked peaceful too peaceful for the storm he carried inside.Abigail was in the living room, arranging some documents on the table when he walked in. She looked up quickly and smiled. “You’re home early today.”Luke smiled back, trying to sound light. “Yes. I thought I should rest a bit before dinner.”She nodded happily. “That’s good. You’ve been overworking yourself lately.”He came closer and bent slightly to kiss her forehead. The familiar warmth of her skin calmed him for a moment. “Maybe you’re right,” he said softly.Abigail giggled and went back to sorting her papers. Luke watched her for a while, his heart tightening. She looked so calm, so unaware of the shadows that were slowly gathering around them. He wanted to protect that peace to keep her smile untouched.“What are you

HE KNOWS...The Dixon mansion stood tall under the pale afternoon sun, its white walls glowing faintly through the trimmed gardens. Everything about the place spoke of wealth and quiet power the long driveway lined with roses, the marble steps that led into the wide entrance, the tall windows glinting like mirrors.Inside, the air was cool and still. A faint scent of old books and polished wood lingered through the hallways.Oscar Dixon walked slowly down the corridor, his hands tucked into his trouser pockets, his expression deep and thoughtful. He had just returned from a meeting earlier that morning, but his mind was not on business. It had been restless since the previous night.He stopped at the door of his father’s private study and knocked lightly.“Come in,” came a calm, steady voice from within.Oscar pushed the door open. His father, Mr. Gregory Dixon, sat behind a large oak desk, reading through a document. His gray hair was neatly brushed back, his suit dark and clean. Ev