Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To The Devilish Billionaire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I never meant to find it. A small, unassuming notebook, buried deep inside a drawer I had no reason to open. But now, with its weight in my hands, I hesitated.“This wasn’t mine to read.” the thoughts rushed into my head, yet, something told me… I had to.Five years had come and gone, yet I remained stuck in place, watching life move forward without me. Seasons changed, people grew, but I stayed behind—held captive by a memory that refused to fade. You were always there, lingering in the quiet moments, in the spaces between my thoughts. I still felt you, like a whisper against my skin, like a ghost I couldn’t let go of.Standing by your grave, the truth pressed down on me like an unbearable weight. You were gone. Not missing, not away—just… gone. My fingers traced over the cold letters of your name, the only part of you left in this world. I set down a handful of blue tulips, my silent way of saying what my heart screamed every day. I still love you. I always will.David had never spo

The silence in the room felt heavier than before. I wiped my face quickly as if erasing the tears would also erase the frustration twisting inside me. David had come and gone in seconds, barely acknowledging my presence. Again.I sank back onto the couch, gripping the edge of my dress. What was I even expecting? A conversation? A sign that he actually saw me?The air felt thick with unsaid words, and I knew if I sat in this silence any longer, it would swallow me whole. Pushing myself up, I took a deep breath, forcing steadiness into my steps as I made my way to my room.“At least in my own room, I can find some peace,” I thought, the ache in my chest deepening. If my supposed husband didn’t care, then what was the point of hoping for more? I pulled the covers over me, curling into myself as the weight of loneliness settled in. The moment my head touched the pillow, sleep claimed me, offering the only escape I had left.*******************“Hello, madam… madam, hello…”The voice echoe

The music pounded like a second pulse under the floor, heavy, messy, loud. Strobe lights flickered across bodies that didn’t care who watched. Glasses clinked. People laughed. Drinks spilled. But all of that disappeared the second I saw him leaning on the bar like he owned the damn building. He looked the same and worse. Arrogant. Surrounded by loud, shallow men who laughed too hard at nothing. His eyes found me in seconds. And then, that smirk. That slow, venom-coated smirk that always came before something vile.“Oh, look who it is,” he said, his voice loud enough to cut clean through the music, which made heads turn. “The famous slut… now rocking the ring of the city’s biggest whoremaster.”The air snapped. Like something had broken in it. His voice reached farther than it should have. People paused. Even the guys who harassed me earlier looked up.I didn’t flinch. Not my face. Not my body. I kept walking like I hadn’t heard a thing. I reached for Ella’s hand without a word.“Let’s

The hallway light was on. Dim, yellow, humming faintly. I hadn’t even realized how long I’d been sitting in the car until my legs ached from being folded for too long. Ann tried to take my handbag, but I shook my head.“I’ll do it,” I murmured.She gave me one last glance, the kind that lingered too long to be casual, and then nodded and walked off.The front door clicked behind me, and I was met with silence, as usual.The living room lights spilled out from the open doorway, and I knew even before I walked in that someone was in there. The air felt different. Still, but too awake. Like someone had been waiting.I stepped in slowly, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag.She was seated like a queen on the armrest of the couch. One leg crossed over the other. Perfect posture. Not a single hair out of place. Theresa Smith. The woman who had raised David. The woman who looked at me like I was something she scraped off the bottom of her red-sole heel.She didn’t get up.Her eye

The morning after everything happened was deafeningly quiet. The kind of quiet that crushes your lungs and makes every footstep sound like an accusation.I skipped breakfast. I wasn't hungry, and the thought of sitting across from either David or his mother made my stomach turn. Instead, I stayed in my room until past noon, pretending to read while staring at the same page for an hour.When a soft knock came at my door, I half-expected it to be Ann with some excuse to check on me. But it was neither Ann nor David who stood there.It was Marcus, David's personal assistant. Tall, professionally detached, with those rectangular glasses that made him look perpetually disappointed."Mrs. Smith," he said, voice deliberately neutral. "Mr. Smith requests your presence in his office."I almost laughed. Requests my presence. Like a summons from a king."What for?" I asked."I believe there's an event this evening he wishes to discuss."An event. Of course. Another performance for the cameras."