Semua Bab Secret Wife Of The Billionaire: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Antonia lay on the hospital bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, her thoughts simmering with fury and heartbreak.“I promise… you and your precious family will pay for everything you’ve done to me,” she swore silently, her fingers clenching the bedsheet beneath her. “You think I’m weak. You think I’ll stay broken. But once this child is born, I will pick myself up. I’ll work. I’ll save. I’ll care for my father, and then I’ll divorce you. The child can stay with you—I’ll visit as often as I’m allowed—but you can have your fairytale with my stepsister. I won’t stop you. Because by then, Alessandro, you’ll know what regret truly tastes like.”She turned her face to the side, a single tear tracing down her cheek. “Just wait and see.”Morning came, and the room was filled with the sterile scent of the hospital, sunlight streaming through the window. Antonia blinked against the light when Alessandro’s voice pulled her back into the harsh reality."Antonia, get dressed. We’re leaving."She turned

It drifted—back in time, back to the grey hallways of their old school. The smell of chalk and cleaning bleach. The echo of laughter that never quite reached her.He had always noticed her.Antonia wasn’t the loudest girl in the room—far from it. She moved like a shadow, always trying not to exist, hugging the walls with her books clutched tightly to her chest. Her hair was usually tied in a messy ponytail, and her uniform always a little too big, like she was trying to disappear inside it.But her eyes… her eyes burned with a quiet kind of sadness he never forgot.He remembered the day she was humiliated in the locker room. He’d watched it happen—helpless, furious—from the corner of the hallway. She’d stepped out, soaked, head down, as the boys roared with laughter. And Beatrice, standing nearby, smirking like she’d just won a trophy.Alessandro had clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He wanted to punch something—someone—but back then, he didn’t have the power. He wa

Antonia hesitated at the door when Aldo gestured for her to enter. “This is your room now,” he said, giving her a polite nod before disappearing down the hall.Your room, she repeated in her mind. No… our room.She slowly stepped inside, expecting something cold, sterile—like the man himself. But what she found instead stole her breath.The room was massive, yet warm. It was designed with a perfect blend of masculine sophistication and unexpected softness. Deep navy walls with gold undertones shimmered under the soft light from an elegant chandelier shaped like a constellation of stars. The floor beneath her feet was a dark, glossy wood that gave off a subtle scent of cedar and sea salt.Her eyes were immediately drawn to the wall-to-wall bookshelf, but not for its literature. There, nestled between old hardbacks and framed family photos, was a pristine collection of miniature race cars. Dozens of them—each one unique, from vintage classics to modern F1 models, all placed like treasur

Behind them, Alessandro was helping his aunt into a chair on the porch. Aldo walked over and stood beside Antonia.“That woman... she’s the first person I’ve seen Alessandro treat with softness in years.”Antonia looked at him. “He’s not who I thought he was.”“None of us are,” Aldo said. “But he’s trying. That’s rare.”As they drove to the hospital, Antonia rested her head against the window, Alessandro’s hand resting protectively on her thigh. The silence in the car wasn’t awkward—it was sacred. Full of unspoken apologies, reluctant understanding, and fragile hope.When they arrived, Antonia took a deep breath. “Let’s go see my father.”And this time, she wasn’t walking in alone.The hospital smelled like antiseptic and time. Bright white corridors hummed with quiet machinery, and nurses moved like shadows across the sterile floor.Antonia’s hand tightened around Alessandro’s as they stepped off the elevator. Federico and Aldo followed a few steps behind, giving her space but stayin

"I don’t have to torment myself any longer," Antonia murmured softly to herself, her voice trailing off as her body finally relaxed. "I’ll find out who she is tomorrow… right now, I just need sleep." She turned slightly, pulling the blanket closer as her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to rest.The next morning, soft footsteps echoed into the room. A warm, feminine voice followed gently, laced with kindness."Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Amato," the voice said with a note of reverence. "You both seemed to be sleeping so peacefully—I didn’t want to disturb you."Antonia stirred. Blinking away the last traces of sleep, her gaze settled on the woman standing near the window. She was radiant—dressed in simple caretaker attire, but there was nothing simple about her. Her long black hair flowed like silk, and her silver eyes shimmered like moonlight. There was something captivating about her presence, something... serene."You look beautiful," Antonia whispered aloud, still half-lost in awe