Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secret Wife Of The Billionaire: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"So, Alessandro, what have you been up to besides your mysterious marriage?" Federico said with a boyish laugh, then—without warning—leapt onto his older brother's back like an excited child.Alessandro stumbled forward, grunting in surprise. “What the hell—get off me!” But there was no malice in his tone. In fact, for the first time in what felt like forever, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips."You vanished without a single word,” he added, straightening up as Federico slid off his back. “I called, messaged… nothing. Where the hell have you been?"Federico shrugged, grinning like a rogue. "Took a little sabbatical. A soul-searching journey, if you must know." He thumped a hand against his chest dramatically. "But I’m back. For good."Alessandro’s smile faltered for a second, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "You mean that?""Yeah, big bro. Full-time Amato mode activated."Alessandro turned back to the grave and let out a small chuckle, his voice low. "Did you hear tha

“Good day, Mr. Alessandro! What a pleasant surprise. What can we do for you today?”A stunning woman stepped forward to greet us at the entrance of the luxurious fashion mall. Dressed in an elegant black gown that hugged her flawless figure, her long waves of ebony hair flowed like silk down her back. Her golden skin seemed to radiate light. She was breathtaking—graceful, confident, the kind of woman who commanded attention without even trying.And Alessandro was certainly giving her all of his.They embraced with practiced ease, exchanging a kiss on each cheek. Something about their closeness made my stomach tighten.“And what do we have here?” she asked, turning her sparkling eyes toward me, her voice like honey.“Hi, I’m Antonia,” I started, trying to match her poise, but Alessandro cut in smoothly.“She’s Antonia,” he said, placing a hand on my lower back, “my escort for today’s award-winning gala.”Escort. The word felt like a slap.The woman’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “S

"Bye now, Miss Antonia," the woman said with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with a touch of mischief. "I wish you good luck, Alessandro. And I hope to see both of you here next time."With that, we stepped into Alessandro’s sleek black-gray Tesla, the soft hum of the engine barely masking the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind."You didn’t tell me we were going to an award-winning gala!" I blurted, my excitement spilling over.Alessandro, however, remained as cold as ever. "Don’t flatter yourself, Antonia," he replied flatly, his voice laced with indifference. "You’re just my escort. Nothing more. So don’t get too excited."The coldness in his words knocked the breath out of me, reminding me of my place in his world—just another accessory to accompany him, nothing more.I took a shaky breath and forced a smile. "Right. Just an escort."His gaze flicked to me for a moment, sharp and calculating, before he looked away. "Remember," he continued, his voice firm and final, "if

I could feel it—the weight of every gaze in the room shifting, the pressure in the air thickening as Alessandro closed the distance between us. It was as if the entire world had stopped moving, waiting for this very moment."Just close your eyes," Alessandro whispered, his voice low, almost too quiet for anyone else to hear. His gaze locked onto mine, and the intensity in his eyes made everything else fade away.Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me in, his lips crashing against mine in a deep, relentless kiss. My heart pounded so wildly, it felt as if it might burst from my chest. The lights flashed around us, a flurry of flashes capturing every second of our kiss, every stolen moment. The paparazzi didn’t hold back—they wanted it all.Murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave."Did he just do what I think he’s doing?""Not Francisco? This is pure torture for her.""I’m definitely posting this. My followers will lose it!"The whispers rose, but I f

And our eyes met.“You have to be kidding me, right?” Francisco spat, her sharp gaze slicing through me like a blade. She looked me up and down, her lips curling in a sneer. “This is her? This is what you settled for, Aless? A stray dressed in silk?”Her words stung sharper than I expected.Alessandro stepped forward like a storm about to break. “Watch your mouth.”The force of his voice shook the room. Even I flinched.“Don’t you dare insult my wife,” he growled, his body tense with fury. “If anyone here is a lowlife, Francisco, it’s you. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be begging for magazine covers and fashion gigs. You used me. Used my name, my wealth, my family—until there was nothing left but your ambition.”Francisco smirked as if she’d heard this speech before. “Please, Aless. Spare me the martyr act. You were just as complicit. You liked the spotlight.”“I liked you,” he said bitterly. “And that was my mistake.”Silence settled for a beat—bitter, painful, raw.Then she pulle