All Chapters of The Ultimatum Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mrs. Sinclair reached for him, but he shook her off, pacing like a caged beast. “She’s spoiled beyond repair, and now this, this man who thinks he’s untouchable waltzes in and lays claim to her as though she were some prize in a market. If this is what he does before the vows, imagine what he’ll be like after!”Her lips trembled, but she forced calm into her tone. “You knew this was not going to be an ordinary arrangement. Roman Thorne isn’t a man who can be… controlled.”Mr. Sinclair’s glare burned. “And neither is Elena. She mocks us. She mocks him. And one day soon, this marriage will explode in our faces.”His words lingered in the air like a curse.Meanwhile, in the lounge, the silence stretched. Elena leaned against the polished table, her eyes glimmering with amusement. Roman still stood rigid before her, fists tight at his sides, his jaw set in stone.“So,” Elena drawled, her voice smooth as silk. “That was quite the show, Roman. Saving me from my father’s wrath like some… kni

From across the hall, Mr. Sinclair’s voice cut in, sharp and bitter. “This is outrageous.”Roman didn’t turn. He didn’t need to. He could feel the man’s glare burning into his back.“You barge into my house, Roman Thorne, you dictate when and how things are done, and now you act as though you own her already?” Mr. Sinclair’s fists trembled at his sides. “She’s my daughter, not your property.”Roman’s voice came out low, even, but deadly. “She will be my wife. And I don’t share what’s mine.”Mr. Sinclair’s face darkened, but Mrs. Sinclair stepped forward quickly, laying a hand on her husband’s arm. “Darling, please… let it go. This marriage is what matters. It’s what we’ve been working toward.”“Working toward?” Mr. Sinclair barked. “What I saw just now was him undermining me in front of her. Possessiveness isn’t respect, it’s weakness.”Roman finally turned his head, his eyes glacial as they landed on the elder man. “Weakness,” he repeated slowly, “is letting your daughter taunt and d

Elena walked in first, her heels clicking like a war drum. She circled the office, running her fingers lightly along the polished wood of Roman’s desk, the leather of his chair, as though inspecting her new kingdom.“So this is where the magic happens,” she said airily. “Quite fitting. Cold. Expensive. Empty.”Roman closed the doors behind them with a definitive click. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his presence filling every inch of the space.“Empty?” he repeated, voice low.She turned to face him, her smirk sharp. “Mm. Like its owner.”The lawyer cleared his throat nervously. “S.. should I… leave you two...”Roman’s eyes snapped to him, a glare sharp enough to flay skin. “Sit.”The man sat instantly.Roman moved closer to Elena, his voice brushing against her ear. “Careful, Elena. Every word you say in here echoes. And in this office, every echo belongs to me.”She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “Good. Then I hope my voice haunts you.”Roman sli

Roman leaned down, his eyes burning into hers. “Everything is business, Elena. Don’t ever forget that.”She met his gaze, stubborn, defiant, refusing to flinch. “Then business must bore you half to death. Because right now? I’m exhausted. I’d rather sleep than play games.”She stood, smoothing her skirt with a languid motion, tossing her hair over her shoulder as though she hadn’t just thrown a dart straight at the heart of his empire. “Shall we go, husband? Or do you need more time to bask in your victory?”Roman’s hand twitched at his side. He wanted to wipe that smirk off her face, wanted to force her to acknowledge his control. But instead, he opened the office door, his voice a quiet growl.“Let’s go home.”Elena smiled sweetly, brushing past him without a second glance. She was already playing the wife she had sworn she’d never be, already making herself comfortable in his world.And Roman, for all his rules, couldn’t ignore the spark of fury, and something darker, that curled

The car rolled to a stop at the foot of the Thorne estate.It was everything the city whispered about and more, grand stone walls rising like a fortress, wrought iron gates carved with intricate designs, a long, sweeping driveway that cut through perfectly trimmed gardens before opening into a sprawling mansion that seemed carved out of power itself.The driver stepped out immediately, opening Elena’s door with a bow. She moved as though on autopilot, her heels clicking against the smooth stone, her face unreadable as she tilted her chin up to take in the towering house.Roman followed, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure against the gleam of polished glass doors. But his mind was elsewhere.The silence from the car still clung to him like smoke. He’d tried, damn it, he’d tried, to provoke her into saying something, anything. He’d muttered sharp lines, thrown in sarcastic remarks, even allowed a touch of mockery to seep into his tone. Usually, Elena snapped back like fire lickin