Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE SHE BELONGS HERE..The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, brushing the room in a soft, golden glow. Abigail stirred under the covers, blinking as her eyes adjusted. The other side of the bed was empty again. She reached out instinctively, her fingertips brushing against cool sheets. No trace of warmth remained.It had been like this for some weeks: Luke rising before dawn, slipping away in that deliberate, unhurried way of his, leaving behind only the faint scent of his cologne. No lingering goodbyes. No casual touch. No words but he stayed coming back to being warm a bit.She lay there for a moment, listening to the quiet hum of the estate. She could hear distant footsteps of staff moving through the hallways, the occasional clink of dishes from the kitchen. Life went on as if nothing had shifted, but she knew better.With a slow breath, she pushed herself up and wrapped the robe tighter around her. She had grown used to the silence between th

The next morning, Abigail decided she wasn’t going to chase him.If Luke wanted to wall himself off, fine. She’d let him. She’d match his silence with her own.But by noon, she found herself in the sunroom, staring out at the garden, replaying every word from the night before. It was impossible to stop thinking about him about the way he could ignite her one night and freeze her out the next without a flicker of guilt.Kate appeared in the doorway, a book in one hand, her eyes sharper than her calm smile. “You’re quiet this morning.”Abigail forced a small shrug. “Maybe I’m just learning from the best.”Kate’s lips curved faintly, though her gaze never softened. “Matching Luke’s silence is not the same as handling him. He’ll take your quiet as surrender, not strategy.”The remark stung, but Abigail didn’t look away. “And what do you suggest?”Kate set the book down on the nearest table. “Don’t play on his terms. If you’re going to hold your ground, you make the ground yours.” She tilt

I DON'T WANT A CAGE...The quiet after their reconciliation was heavy, not with awkwardness, but with the aftertaste of heat and vulnerability that neither had quite processed. Abigail sat on the edge of the bed, tugging the hem of Luke’s shirt down over her bare thighs, while he moved about the room, buttoning his shirt with slow, deliberate motions.It was almost domestic almost but there was something in the way he watched her between fastening each button that kept her pulse unsteady.“You’re staring,” she murmured, glancing up from where she was smoothing the sheets with absent fingers.“I’m making sure you’re still here,” Luke said simply, his voice flat but carrying that undertone she knew too well an admission he would never frame as one.Her lips curved faintly. “Where else would I be?”“You’ve surprised me before.” He slid his watch onto his wrist, the soft click of the clasp almost too loud in the room. “I don’t like surprises.”She didn’t answer right away. She knew he mea

THEY WILL COME FOR YOU..Abigail stood outside the heavy oak doors of Luke’s study, fingers curled around the brass handle. The soft tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway filled the silence, each second stretching just long enough to remind her she was late.Not by much only three minutes but with Luke, three minutes could be a deliberate choice… or a mistake.She pushed the door open.The study was dim, lit only by the desk lamp and the amber glow from the fireplace. Luke sat behind the desk, jacket gone, shirt collar undone, sleeves still rolled. A glass of dark amber liquid sat at his right hand, untouched.“Close the door,” he said, not looking up from the paper he was writing on.She obeyed, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. “You wanted to see me?”He looked up then, pen still in hand. His eyes swept over her like a slow, thorough inspection, lingering just long enough to make her pulse spike. “I said half an hour. You came in thirty-three minutes.”“It’s three min

ITS ABOUT YOU..Abigail heard the low purr of the engine long before the headlights swept across the driveway. She had been curled on the cream sofa in the drawing room for over an hour, the book in her lap long forgotten. She had read the same page three times without absorbing a single sentence.Her mind replayed Obetta’s visit with irritating clarity, the smug tilt of her chin, the sweetly poisonous tone, the way she lingered in the doorway as though expecting Abigail to crumble.It had been hours, yet the faint trace of Obetta’s perfume seemed to cling to the air. Abigail had opened windows, lit a candle, but nothing had quite erased it the cologne was for sure. Soo strong.The heavy, deliberate rhythm of footsteps echoed from the hall. The moment Luke stepped into the doorway, her spine straightened automatically. He looked the way he always did when the day had been long but productive tie loosened, the first two buttons of his shirt undone, hair slightly mussed in a way that ma