Semua Bab WIFE TO A CHEATER BRIDE TO A BILLIONAIRE : Bab 11 - Bab 20

JASMINE POV.William had gone out to golf with Martin, leaving me alone in the house with Anna, the maid, who made it very obvious she didn’t like me. I sat on the edge of the bed, my palms clammy, bouncing my knee anxiously. I hated feeling helpless and unsure, but I couldn’t stop overthinking everything.What if Martin started suspecting? What if William slipped? What if Martin realized we were working together before signing the contract?I dragged my hands through my hair in frustration.William wouldn’t screw it up… right?He was colder, sharper, and better at playing games than me. I needed to trust him.Still, the nervous energy under my skin wouldn’t let up.“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, sitting alone in this big mansion waiting on William was doing me no good. I needed to do something to keep my mind active, and there was only one thing that cleared my head whenever I was feeling anxious, and that was ice skating. Without thinking twice, I stormed out of the room a

JASMINE POV.I opened my eyes as sunlight poured through the curtains. William was no longer beside me, but his side of the bed was still warm, indicating He hadn’t been long since he left the bed. I yawned, still feeling the sadness from last night. My eyes were aching, and I had a headache. I sat up and took a deep breath, remembering how William had found me last night, and my cheek heated up in embarrassment. He had seen me in one of my rarest forms, and I wondered if he would judge me for it. I walked to my bag, reaching for the small zipped compartment where I hid my anxiety medication. I hated this part of myself: the pills, the dependency, and the stigma that came with it. For most of my teenage years and well into my adult life, I relied on them to silence the noise in my head. They made me feel defective, so I rarely spoke about it. I looked at the bottle still sealed in its pack and felt a rush of anger, remembering how Kimberly and Martin had used it against me. I hisse

JASMINE POVThe wedding was small and intimate by most standards. Just his parents, ten carefully selected guests, and… her. The woman who dared to call herself my mother. I had seen her sitting there during the vows, clapping politely like she hadn’t vanished from my life when my father and I needed her the most. If I had my way, we would have signed the contract in a dim room, alone, maybe over a bottle of champagne and a worn-out pen. No dancing. No flowers. No ghosts from the past.“I need to use the bathroom,” I said to William as I turned to leave, but he held me back, “wait,” I turned, and before I could speak, he kissed me softly, catching me off guard. My eyes widened in shock, and he stroked my lips gently, looking at me like I was the only one that mattered. I cleared my throat, opening my mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so instead, I gave him a small smile. The guests were watching, and they all seemed surprised that William was now a married man. I can se

WILLIAM POV“Thank you for having me once again,” Martin said as he took a seat with a cheerful tone.I gave him a tight smile and nodded once toward my assistant. She understood the cue and left to fetch the file. I hated these kinds of meetings. The ones where men like Martin walked in with cheap cologne and overconfident grins, pretending they belonged in rooms they didn’t earn. I listened as he rambled about his appreciation, thanking me at least three times in the span of a minute. I smiled through clenched teeth. I didn’t like him. Never had. But some partnerships weren’t about liking. They were about leverage.He pulled out the contract with sweaty fingers and signed his name with a little flourish, clearly thinking it meant something more than it did.“My team has been putting together ideas for the charity gala,” Martin said as he slid the signed paper across the table. “I think it’s going to make the press rounds. We have already spoken to—”“You will want to wait for my wif

WILLIAM POV. The club throbbed with bass heavy music, but it was a lot quieter in the private VIP section. The lights were dim, and the air was filled with different scents of perfume and cigar smoke. Mateo sat beside me, legs stretched out, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. Mine sat untouched on the table in front of me, the amber liquid still as glass.A dancer waved at us from across the room—tall, with red hair and long legs, wearing nothing but glitter and heels.Mateo smirked and nudged my side with his elbow. “You are really not gonna wave back? He is a married man now,” he said in a mock whisper, grinning like a bastard.I didn’t look. “That’s right.”He barked a laugh. “Come on, don’t be like that. It’s not even a real wedding. You can cheat if you want. Honestly, I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”I gave him a look sharp enough to cut glass.His grin faltered. “Wait… Are you actually trying to be faithful to her?”“No,” I said a little too quickly. “I just don’t like