Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The evening breeze was soft and cool, brushing lightly against the flowers that lined the walkways outside Luke’s wide estate. The sun was setting slowly, spreading an orange glow across the sky. Abigail and Maya strolled side by side, enjoying the calmness that came after a long, busy day.Abigail sighed softly. “It feels good to just walk like this. No work, no calls, no noise just peace.”Maya smiled. “You need it. You’ve been working nonstop lately, Abby. Even your ‘relaxing days’ are full of planning.”Abigail laughed lightly, swinging her small purse in one hand. “You sound like Luke.”“Well, he’s right. You never slow down.”They both laughed, their voices blending with the rustling of the trees nearby. The guards following behind them at a short distance kept silent, dressed casually but alert. Luke had given them strict orders: “Stay close, but don’t make her uncomfortable. Report everything.”Abigail knew the guards were there Luke had told her gently that it was “just for h

THE UNKNOWN MESSAGE..The afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of the sitting room. Abigail sat curled on the couch, scrolling lazily through her phone. A tray of tea sat on the center table, untouched, its steam fading slowly. The house was quiet, too quiet, except for the faint chirping of birds outside.Maya walked in, her handbag slung over her shoulder, a thoughtful look on her face. Abigail turned toward her with a small smile.“You’ve been gone longer than I expected,” Abigail said gently. “Did your meeting go well?”Maya hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside her. “It wasn’t a meeting,” she said slowly. “I met someone… accidentally.”Abigail blinked, setting her phone down. “Someone?”Maya nodded. “Oscar Dixon.”Abigail’s eyes widened slightly. “Oscar?” she repeated. “You mean Luke’s business acquaintance?”“The same,” Maya confirmed, exhaling softly. “I ran into him at a café this morning.”Abigail leaned forward a little, curiosity brightening h

I WILL DEAL WITH HER MY SELF...Morning sunlight poured through the wide glass windows of the mansion, casting golden streaks on the marble floor. Birds could be heard faintly outside, their soft chirping blending with the quiet hum of the city awakening.Abigail sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair slowly. The mirror before her reflected a calm face, though her eyes held the faint shadows of the night before. The encounter in the park still echoed in her thoughts Carmen’s cold words, Obetta’s threat, the way her hands had trembled only after they left.She had told herself to forget it, to act like nothing had happened. But pretending was harder than she expected.Luke entered the room quietly, already dressed in a crisp shirt and dark trousers. His steps were silent, but Abigail caught his reflection in the mirror and turned to smile faintly.“You’re up early,” she said softly.He gave a small nod. “I had a call from one of the company’s managers. Just wanted to check on so

MAYBE I WAS TOO HARSH...The afternoon sunlight slanted gently through the wide windows of the study, casting a warm golden hue across the polished desk where Luke sat reading through a set of files. The house was quiet too quiet until a soft knock came at the door. “Come in,” he said without looking up. One of the guards stepped inside, bowing slightly. “Sir, I thought you should know… Miss Carmen Brooks came to see Madam Abigail today.” Luke’s eyes lifted from the papers immediately. “Carmen?” he asked sharply. “She came here?” “Yes, sir. She arrived around eleven this morning and left not long after noon. It seemed peaceful, no arguments.” Luke leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowing. “Peaceful?” he repeated. “Yes, sir,” the guard confirmed. “They talked for a while, then she left quietly.” Luke was silent for a moment, tapping his pen against the desk. Carmen coming here uninvited wasn’t a small thing. He knew her she never did anything without a purpose. “Alright,

THE TRUTH...The Dixon mansion stood tall under the late afternoon sun, its wide glass windows glimmering in gold. Inside, the atmosphere was tense, heavy with words that had not yet been spoken. Mrs. Dixon sat in the living room, her fingers twisting a handkerchief as her eyes stayed fixed on the large family portrait that hung above the fireplace. It was a picture of her, her husband, and Oscar  taken years ago when their smiles still held peace.“I can’t do this anymore,” she said softly, almost to herself. “I can’t sleep knowing that my daughter  my own blood  is out there, living with strangers and doesn’t even know who she really is.” Her voice broke, the pain in it making the room still.Mr. Dixon sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. “margeret , we’ve gone over this. You know the circumstances. We thought she was gone. We mourned her. And even now, bringing her back could…” He stopped, his voice trailing off as if the words were