All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DO YOU FEEL AT HOME…The Vandell estate was always quiet at dawn, but on this particular morning, the silence felt heavier, almost watchful. Abigail moved through the sunlit corridors with steady steps, though her stomach tightened with unease. She had received a message at breakfast a short, clipped note delivered by one of Kate’s personal aides."Lady Vandell requests your presence in the blue salon. Immediately."There had been no explanations, no details. Just the summons.Luke had frowned when he saw it, his jaw tightening in silent protest. “You don’t have to go alone,” he’d said.But Abigail had shaken her head. “If she wanted you there, she would have written it. This is about me, Luke. I need to face it.”And so, she went.The blue salon was one of Kate’s favored spaces, a room of elegant restraint. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, glinting off crystal vases fi

OYU HANDLED YOURSELF WELL...The Vandell estate had a way of staging silent battles. No words needed to be spoken aloud, yet every gesture, every pause, every shift of the eyes was loaded with meaning. In this place, silence was sharper than swords, and acknowledgment whether given or withheld could change everything.Abigail knew this all too well as she prepared for the evening’s gathering in the grand dining hall. It wasn’t a gala, nor a formal banquet, but one of those subtle “family dinners” that Luke’s mother often orchestrated to measure, to weigh, to remind everyone of their place. And in such rooms, Carmen thrived.But tonight… something felt differentKate Vandell had always carried herself with an untouchable aura. She spoke little but commanded everything. Tonight, as Abigail entered the hall at Luke’s side, she felt that aura turn ever so slightly not away from her, as it once had, but toward her.It was not warmth. Kate was not a woman who wasted softness. But it was att

THE GAME HAS JUST BEGUN...The Vandell estate, though majestic, had an undercurrent of tension that never fully dissipated. Servants moved like shadows, hushed in tone, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of power that threaded through the family.And in the midst of it all, Abigail found herself constantly aware that eyes were on her Kate’s sharp, measuring eyes, Carmen’s venomous, mocking ones, and Luke’s protective gaze that often steadied her when her courage faltered.Carmen had always prided herself on being Kate’s closest confidante, her shadow in matters of family and influence. But in recent days, something was shifting. Kate no longer sought her opinion with the same intensity. Instead, her attention had subtly tilted toward Abigail.Carmen noticed the patterns. The seating arrangements, the deliberate questions, the carefully designed moments of discomfort Abigail had been placed in.At first, Carmen thought it was Kate’s way of exposing Abigail’s inadequacy. But th

JUST US..The morning sun streamed softly through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. Abigail stirred against Luke’s chest, her body still nestled within the comfort of his embrace. The memory of the night lingered on her skin his words, his touch, the way he had looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.She blinked lazily, a small smile tugging at her lips.Luke was already awake, watching her with an expression that made her heart stumble. His hand moved slowly up and down her back, absent, almost possessive.“Good morning,” she whispered.“Good doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, lingering as though he couldn’t pull away.Abigail let out a soft laugh. “You’re insatiable.”“Only when it comes to you.”He pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Come with me.”She blinked. “Where?”“The bath.”Her lips parted, caught between shyness and intrigue. “Together?”“To

HOW IT STARTED...The memory began like a ghost, creeping back into Luke’s mind late at night when he least expected it. Sometimes it came as a faint whisper, other times as a full storm but this time it arrived so clear, so sharp, it was as if he was living it all over again.Years ago, before Abigail had even stepped into his world, Obetta was everything Luke thought he wanted. She was dazzling, the kind of woman who could command a room with a glance. Her laugh was bold, her confidence unshaken, and her beauty polished to perfection.Luke had met her at a gala his family hosted. She wore a crimson gown that seemed to pull every eye in the hall. But it wasn’t just her beauty that drew him in it was the way she leaned close when she spoke, like he was the only person in the world worth listening to.That night, they talked until the music faded, until the candles burned low. She asked him about his dreams, his fears, his childhood questions no one else dared to ask. And he, guarded a