All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"YOU'RE ACTING LIKE AN ACTUAL HUMAN BEING"Everything had gone completely dark. Abigail could barely breathe. All she could hear was the sound of the storm outside, shaking the walls with thunder. The rain slapping the windows hard, and the occasional lightning outside the room filled her with terror.Luke sat still for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the sudden blackness.“Abigail?” He called. No response.“Abigail.” He repeated, a bit louder. “Come on, don’t start with this shit.”Still nothing from her.His hand dropped from his side and he moved slowly towards where she had been standing last. There was no source of light to see.He reached out in the dark and finally brushed her arm.“Oh.” He muttered. She was shaking. Not just a little. Full body, bone-deep trembling. “Abigail?” He said again, his voice a bit softer this time. Still nothing from her. He slid his hand down to her wrist and gently pulled her forward. Her body followed his, limp but tense, like she didn’t eve

IT WASN'T ABOUT THE STORMThe words hung between them like a live wire. “Stay”...... Because the night’s not over. She didn't want to read deep meaning into it.Abigail stared at him, her pulse pounding in her ears. She hated that part of her wanted to ask what he meant. Hated that, deep down, she already knew although she wanted to know like hear him say what he has in mind.“Luke,” she said carefully, her voice trembling even though she tried to keep it steady, “if this is some power play….”“It’s not,” he cut in. His tone was calm, but his grip on her wrist told a different story tight, almost possessive like she meant something to him at that moment The storm howled outside, slamming against the tall glass windows with enough force to make the frames groan. People nearby started whispering again, nervous energy rippling through the room like static. Abigail barely noticed. All she saw was Luke, all she felt was the way his eyes pinned her to the spot.“You should sit,” he said fi

YOU'RE NOT A COVER ANYMORE The clang came again, sharper this time. The sound of metal scraping against metal, like someone trying to force the lock open. Abigail’s heart leapt into her throat.“They’re here,” she whispered, her voice breaking.Luke didn’t look at her. His eyes were fixed on the door, his entire body taut like a coiled spring. Gun raised, jaw set, he was the picture of calm violence controlled but deadly.“Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low, measured.Abigail pressed herself against the wall, her pulse slamming in her ears. The small maintenance room suddenly felt like a coffin. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn't think.The scraping turned into pounding. Heavy, rhythmic blows shaking the door in its frame. Dust drifted from the ceiling with every hit.Luke’s eyes flicked around the room, scanning for exits. There were none. Just shelves stacked with industrial cleaners, boxes of lightbulbs, and a single vent high up near the ceiling not big enough for a person to c

The SUV purred to a stop in front of the house. Rain lashed the windshield, cascading down the glass in shimmering rivers. Abigail didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until Luke killed the engine and silence heavy, suffocating settled inside the car.For the first time since the chaos began, there was no screaming, no gunfire, no pounding boots. Just the storm, howling like a wounded animal outside.Luke didn’t move. His hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white. The pulse in his jaw ticked hard, and his chest rose and fell in deep, controlled breaths that sounded almost… forced.Abigail swallowed, her throat raw. Her clothes clung to her like a second skin, drenched from the dash to the garage and soaked again by the rain. She could still taste fear, bitter and numbness coating her tongue.Finally, Luke turned his head. His eyes locked on hers, dark and unreadable, and for a long, charged second neither of them spoke. The only sound was the steady drum of rain on the roof.“Co

YOU DRIVE ME INSANE The door had barely clicked shut behind Kate and Obetta when the silence broke like glass.Abigail stood in the middle of the living room, her chest rising and falling with each jagged breath. She could still feel their eyes on her Kate’s cool dismissal, Obetta’s quiet venom and it burned. Not just anger. Humiliation. Fury that she didn’t belong in this world, no matter how much Luke pretended otherwise.And Luke… he hadn’t said a word.She turned to him slowly. He was still standing by the window, fists clenched, shoulders tense, like a man barely holding back a storm.“Are you going to say something?” Abigail demanded, her voice shaking. “Anything at all?”Luke didn’t move. Didn’t even look at her. That cold stillness. God, it made her want to scream.“Of course not,” she bit out, crossing her arms. “Why would you? You just let her come in here with your mother and treat me like I’m trash. Like I don’t even exist.”Luke’s head turned then, his eyes dark and let