Lahat ng Kabanata ng WIFE TO A CHEATER BRIDE TO A BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 86

JASMINE POVThe morning light poured in through the curtains, soft and indifferent to my restless thoughts. I hadn’t really slept. My body had been still, but my mind wouldn’t stop circling—Kiara’s confession, Elora in that hospital bed, the way William’s voice cracked last night when he swore he had killed Gloria.I sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor when the door opened. He didn’t knock. He never really asked permission.“You’re awake,” William said.I looked up at him—black shirt, dark trousers, effortless as always. He didn’t need to loom. His presence carried weight all on its own.“I never got a chance to do the cloth fitting,” he said suddenly.I frowned. “Cloth fitting?”“For the gala,” he clarified, his tone casual, like we’d been talking about it all along. “You and I never went together. The designer’s still waiting.”It was the last thing I expected him to bring up. I thought he’d cancel it after everything that’s happened. After Judas. Af

JASMINE POVWe barely made it two blocks before the second round came.A black SUV swerved in behind us—fast. Too fast. I turned just in time to see the window roll down and the barrel of a gun slide out.“Oh my God—William!”He saw it too.“Down!” he barked, already pushing my head beneath the dash as a bullet shattered the back window.The sound was deafening.Glass sprayed everywhere. The driver jerked the wheel, tires screeching as we swerved hard onto a side street. William grabbed his own door, stabilizing himself, and pulled his second gun out from the glove compartment.“We’re being followed,” he said into his earpiece. “Block Seven. Two minutes out. Engage only if I give the signal.”I didn’t understand half of what he said, but the one thing I did understand?We weren’t safe.The SUV behind us kept coming—relentless. Another bullet slammed into the trunk. William returned fire through the busted rear window, hitting their windshield once, maybe twice.“Why are they still fol

WILLIAM POV“You don’t get to walk away,” I said before I could stop myself.She looked at me, cold. “I do.”I wanted to reach for her, to fold her into me and promise and lie and bargain until she fell asleep trusting me again. Instead my hands felt like stone at my sides.“Haley,” I said, turning to her, voice rough. “If you’re serious — then do it. But not like some amateur operation. I want details. Names. Timelines. How she disappears and no one traces her back. I’ll pay. I’ll make it clean.”Haley’s eyes snapped to mine. “We don’t do clean, Will. You know that.”“Then make it the cleanest mess you can,” I said. “No cops. No publicity. I don’t want this dragged into anything worse.”She hesitated. Then she nodded once, sharp. “Midnight. You need to be ready to cut her a line. I’ll give you the contact in an hour.”The panic that had been curling under my ribs turned hot and bright. Action steadies me. Plans steady me. I barked orders before I knew I was doing it.“Mateo,” I said,