Semua Bab Married To The Cold Billionaire : Bab 41 - Bab 47

CHAPTER 42;The SUV pulled into the old shipping yard just after midnight. The headlights cut through the fog, revealing a tall figure leaning against a rusted container. Clark didn’t move as the vehicle stopped in front of him. The driver’s door opened, and the man stepped out, dressed in black, clean-cut, confident, and quiet.“You took your time,” Clark said, voice low, eyes sharp.The man shut the door without answering. He walked slowly towards Clark, stopping just a few feet from him.“You called,” the man said. “I came.”Clark’s lips curved slightly. “I didn’t expect you to show up this fast.”“You said you wanted him dead,” the man replied. “I’ve waited a long time to hear those words.”Clark folded his arms. “This time, I’m not just here to rattle William’s cage. I’m going to burn the whole damn mansion down. I’ll take everything he has. His wife, his power, his name. Then I’ll kill him. Slowly.”The man raised a brow. “Your obsession with him... is personal.”Clark stepped

CHAPTER 44William sat on the edge of the bed, the contract spread out on the table before him. The same contract he had drawn up months ago. A fake marriage. No emotions. No strings. Just business.But now… everything felt wrong.His hand ran through his hair as he whispered, “It was supposed to be simple.”He heard the door creak open. Liam walked in.“You’re still here,” Liam said.“Barely,” William muttered.“You look like a man who just lost a war.”William scoffed. “I did. With myself.”Liam stepped closer. “You care about her.”William didn’t answer.Liam sighed. “Why is that a problem?”“Because this marriage is fake. Built on lies. And the moment she finds out the whole truth, she’ll hate me. Maybe she already does.”Liam folded his arms. “Then tell her everything. Let her hate the real you, not the version you keep pretending to be.”“I can’t,” William said. “I don’t even know who the real me is anymore.”“You’re scared.”William looked up. “Wouldn’t you be?”Liam nodded slo

CHAPTER 46Clark leaned against the edge of the marble table, one hand in his coat pocket, the other gripping a cigarette he never lit.The room was dim. The only light came from the chandelier above. Across from him, Donovan Grant sat back in the leather chair, legs crossed, eyes sharp.“You’re wasting time,” Donovan said coldly. “This is the fifth week, Clark.”“I’m being careful,” Clark replied, his voice flat. “You want Dray Corp to fall, not to come back stronger.”Donovan scoffed. “Careful doesn’t win wars. It only delays defeat.”Clark stepped forward, leaning on the table. “You think I’ve not wanted to take William down from the first day I lost everything because of him?”Donovan narrowed his eyes. “Then why the hesitation?”Clark’s jaw tightened. “Because one mistake, and we’re both finished.”Donovan stood slowly. “Then let’s stop waiting. The next board meeting is in two weeks. My men will infiltrate the finance department. Your job is to give them access to the main serve