All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I'M NOT SOME PLAYTOY...Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, painting pale stripes across the bed. Abigail stirred, her body sinking into the soft sheets, the faint ache in her muscles reminding her of everything that happened last night right from the moment it started with rage but turned into something between bitter sweet.Heat flushed her cheeks at the memory of the way Luke had kissed her, the way he had looked at her like she was the only thing keeping him sane. For a few precious hours, it felt like the walls between them had cracked. Something she sub consciously wished for….that it happened.She reached out for him instinctively.Cold sheets.Her heart sank. He was gone.Sliding upright, she clutched the blanket around herself and listened. Somewhere beyond the door came faint sounds: footsteps on polished floors, the clink of cutlery, a hushed voice one of the household staff. But Luke’s voice wasn’t among them.Abigail dressed slowly, her fingers fumbling wit

FREEDOM COMES AT A PRICEThe city stretched out before her like a glittering promise. Abigail sat in the back of the sleek black car, the weight of Luke’s black card in her clutch, feeling heavier than gold itself.She’d told herself it was just shopping. Just clothes. Nothing more. But her reflection in the tinted glass whispered otherwise. The moment Luke placed that card on the table, she’d felt something shift. Something that left her both angry and breathless, remembering it got her so furious.“You’ll have guards with you,” he’d said, his voice calm but absolute. “Don’t argue.”And now here they were two hulking men in black suits trailing her as she stepped out of the car onto the sidewalk in front of Maison De Vrai, the most exclusive boutique in the city.People stared. Of course they did. Abigail wasn’t used to this being the center of attention because of who she was married to. Because of him.Inside, the boutique smelled of roses and wealth. Soft music drifted from hidden

REUNITING WITH AN OLD FRIEND....The house was quiet, too quiet for the kind of thoughts racing through Abigail’s mind. Morning light filtered through the windows of the sitting room, dust catching in the golden sunbeams. Somewhere in the kitchen, a soft clatter suggested one of the maids was busy with breakfast prep, but in the lounge, silence ruled. Luke sat on one end of the long couch, legs crossed, fingers absently tapping the armrest. He hadn’t said much since dinner the night before. His face had been calm, careful. But his eyes those cool, sharp eyes carried the weight of a hundred unsaid things. And Abigail wasn’t sure she had the strength to ask. She was curled at the other end of the couch, legs drawn up, arms wrapped around her knees. A light robe draped over her shoulders, her curls still damp from the shower she took an hour ago, after waking up to find the bed empty

I THINK I ALREADY DO...The cafe was tucked into a quiet corner of the city, half-hidden behind an ivy-covered gate and a stretch of cobbled street no one really paid attention to. It was the kind of place you only found if you were looking or if you remembered. Abigail remembered. She arrived fifteen minutes early, wearing a pair of wide sunglasses and an oversized hoodie that covered most of her face. She hadn’t told Luke. Not the guards. Not even the house staff. Just a simple note left on the kitchen counter: Went out for a walk. Needed air. She knew Luke would be furious when he found out. But right now, she needed this, needed her. Needed someone who didn’t see her as a contract, a target, or a burden or probably as some leech who just got herself entangled to a man cause of some wealth,or let's say fame She chose the back table, by the window, and ordered an iced drink just to keep herself from fidgeting. Her he

JUST THE THOUGHT OF LOSING YOU AGAIN...The door slammed harder than Abigail had expected. The echo hadn’t died down before she heard the sharp clip of footsteps fast, deliberate, angry.Luke.He emerged from the hallway like a dark storm cloud, his tie loosened, jaw clenched, sleeves still rolled up from work. The look in his eyes stopped her breath cold.“Where the hell have you been?”Abigail froze. She hadn't expected to return to this kind of fire. “I just stepped out for lunch”“With no guards. No word. No text,” he snapped, voice low and tight, vibrating with restraint. “I came back and you were just gone, Abigail.”She tried to stay calm, but her voice faltered. “I told the housekeeper. I needed some space”“Space?” he repeated with a bitter laugh, stepping closer. “Abigail, you don’t get to disappear anymore. Not after everything. Not after nearly dying.