All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT WIFE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

YOU CAN'T BUY ME..The boutique glittered with soft golden lights, mirrors on every wall catching the sparkle of jeweled dresses and the sheen of expensive fabrics. The quiet hum of soft jazz filled the air, blending with the faint scent of vanilla candles burning in glass jars.It was late afternoon, a time when the high-end boutique wasn’t crowded, only a handful of women and two men browsing the racks. The staff moved briskly, their polite smiles perfectly rehearsed, as though every customer who walked in was royalty.Maya stepped into the boutique like she had all the time in the world. Her loose summer dress flowed with each step, her curls bouncing against her shoulders, and her simple sandals clicked lightly against the tiled floor. Unlike the others who glanced around in awe, Maya didn’t pause. She headed straight for a rack of dresses and began sliding hangers aside, eyes scanning as though she had been here a thousand times before.Her confidence didn’t come from wealth. It

YOU FEEL SAFE TO ME...The night was quiet inside the Vandell estate. The lamps glowed softly in the living room, throwing warm shadows across the walls. The city outside buzzed faintly, but here, everything felt still, calm like the world had slowed down just for the two of them.Abigail leaned into the sofa, her head resting lightly on her hand as she watched Maya fold the wrapper from her new dress back into the boutique’s bag. The clock on the wall chimed softly, reminding them that the night was stretching on.Abigail hesitated, her lips parting as if she were about to say something. Then she exhaled and turned fully toward Maya.“Stay,” she said quietly.Maya looked up, puzzled. “Stay?”“Yes,” Abigail nodded, her expression tender but a little shy. “I don’t want you going home this late. Sleep over here tonight. In the morning, I’ll ask my driver to take you home.”Maya blinked, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”“You’re not intruding,” A

I WON'T MOVE...The city was alive with a rhythm of its own cars honking, voices blending in the streets, and the bright colors of billboards lighting the sky even in daylight. In the midst of it all, life for most people continued as if untouched by the quiet battles forming behind the scenes. But for Obetta, every corner, every encounter, every move was an opportunity to play her game.She had waited long enough. The information she gathered was her weapon, and though she hadn’t acted openly yet, the itch to make her presence felt had grown stronger. She told herself she wasn’t rushing no, she was testing, pressing at the edges, watching how her rival, Maya, would react.It started small.Maya had stopped by a high-end boutique in the center of the city. The store was filled with gleaming mirrors and neat rows of clothing, the kind of place where silence felt expensive. She wasn’t dressed extravagantly just a simple white blouse tucked into fitted jeans, her hair tied back in a pony

I WILL SURVIVE IT AGAIN...The evening air was cool, and the streets carried the lazy rhythm of a city winding down. Maya walked briskly, hugging her shawl closer around her shoulders. She had promised Abigail she would call once she got home, but something in her chest wouldn’t settle. The confrontation at the jewelry store had replayed in her mind over and over.She thought it was finished that Obetta had stormed away, leaving nothing but her usual trail of venom behind. But Maya underestimated how far Obetta was willing to go.Her phone buzzed in her bag. She paused beneath a streetlight, pulling it out. The number flashing on the screen was unfamiliar. Frowning, she hesitated before answering.“Hello?”The voice that came through was smooth, sharp, and unmistakable.“Good evening, Maya.”Her heart dropped. “Obetta.”A low chuckle followed. “You sound nervous. Don’t be. I just want to… talk. Woman to woman. You can meet me, can’t you? Unless, of course, you’d rather I make things p

I WAS AFRAID...The morning sun streamed softly through the windows, lighting the quiet living room in golden warmth. Abigail sat curled in her armchair with a book resting on her lap, though her eyes weren’t moving over the words. She had been trying to read for nearly an hour but found herself distracted by thoughts of Maya’s face the night before. Her friend had been smiling, but something about the smile hadn’t reached her eyes. It was the same haunted look she had carried since returning from her mysterious errand, and Abigail had resisted the urge to press her harder. Now, she was starting to regret it.She closed the book and set it aside just as she heard faint footsteps. Maya walked in, still in her nightclothes, hair a little tangled from sleep. She tried to smile when she saw Abigail, but it faltered almost immediately. Abigail straightened, her heart tugging at the sight of her.“Maya,