All Chapters of Married To The Grouchy Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kristin couldn’t take her eyes off Richard. She wasn’t entirely sure if he was telling the truth about loving her, but it was better than telling them the rumors about him being gay. They’d probably end the marriage and drag her back to Glenwood. "Then why did you keep your marriage a secret? You came to Glenwood, and instead of introducing yourself as her husband, you introduced yourself as her boss," Gladys said, her voice sharp, eyes flicking between Richard and Kristin with a mix of suspicion and disappointment. "We wanted to tell you both at the right time. We didn’t mean to hide it," Richard replied, his voice calm but firm as his hand remained on Kristin’s hand. "Is he telling the truth? Did you both get married because you love each other?" Dante asked. Kristin glanced at her father. Even if she had made mistakes in the past, he always wanted her to marry a man who truly loved her. She wasn’t sure about Richard’s feelings, but she knew she was in love with this cold, gray

Luke entered the room, and the house was dark. Searching for the switch, he turned on the lights and discovered the room was beautifully decorated with rose petals on the bed. In the middle, a bold message spelled out, "I AM SORRY." He exhaled, knowing Cecelia must have done this. It had been two weeks since they last spoke. The silence was killing him because he loved her so much, but he couldn't get over hearing her say another man's name while they were making love. "I'm sorry," came Cecelia's voice from behind. Luke turned to see her holding a bouquet of apology flowers. "Please stop ignoring me, Love. I miss you so much, and I want the man who loves me dearly back. I don’t want us to keep drifting apart," she pleaded. "Who is Lewis? Is he really just a character from a movie?" Luke asked, no doubt missing his wife too. "Yes, he’s just a character from a movie. I love you, and it would never cross my mind to cheat on you," Cecelia swore, despite the fact that she is ch

Kristin’s parents stood frozen in disbelief as they toured the opulent house Richard had just purchased for them. Every corner of the space gleamed with luxury, from the polished marble floors to the intricate chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings. They exchanged glances, still trying to comprehend that they would soon be living in such grandeur. Richard and Kristin followed behind them, with Richard cradling Kathryn, who clung to him like a lifeline. Her small arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and she showed no sign of letting go. "Do you like your new house?" Richard asked, his voice steady and calm. "If you don’t, I can have it replaced immediately." Dante stood speechless, his mouth opening and closing, searching for the right words but finding none. Though he knew Richard was a billionaire, the sheer generosity and willingness to replace such an extravagant gift if it didn’t meet their expectations left him utterly astounded. While Dante remained silent, it wa

Richard’s eyes remained fixed on the road, not sparing a glance at Kristin. The silence was suffocating, eating her away slowly. He had defended her, made everyone apologize, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t furious with her. The coldness in his eyes and the silence between them made his anger unmistakable. Kristin knew she should have told him the truth, but she had been too scared, and now it had come out in the worst possible way. As she stared at Richard, she wrestled with how to begin. After a few moments, she finally mustered the courage to speak. "Mr. Grouchy, I—" "I don’t want to hear your voice," he cut her off coldly. He still didn’t look at her, and that broke Kristin’s heart. He had every right to be mad, but it was tearing her apart. "I’m sorry, I wanted to—" "Did you not hear me when I said I don’t want to hear your voice?" he interrupted again, his gaze now on her. His eyes were not only filled with anger but also disappointment. Kristin lowered her head to her lap,

Richard’s eyes were intense, as he close the distance between them, his gaze locked on her. She could feel the air shift between them, the tension almost unbearable. His hand slowly moved up her arm, sending shivers through her body as he pulled her closer. The moment seemed to stretch, each second amplifying the unspoken desire between them. Without a word, Richard cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. It wasn’t soft or tentative—it was fierce, urgent, like all the pent-up emotions they’d been holding back. Kristin responded immediately, her hands gripping his shirt as she pressed herself against him, lost in the heat of the moment. His lips moved against hers with a hunger she hadn’t expected, and his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her even closer. Every touch felt electric, and her mind was spinning with the intensity of it all. She could feel his need, with the way his fingers dug into her skin, possessively and hungrily. Time seemed to stop as they stood