Semua Bab Married To The Cold Billionaire : Bab 51 - Bab 60

CHAPTER 52At six p.m., Kate stood up and walked out of the bedroom, entering the living room. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Folding her fists, she walked gently toward William’s study—that’s where he always stayed every evening.She stood in front of the door and knocked gently before opening it and stepping inside. William was reading. He barely looked up before returning his gaze to the book.“What do you want?” he asked, without averting his gaze.“Um—I—I want—” Kate stammered, nervously.“If you’ve got nothing to say, the door is right behind you. Just a few steps,” he said coldly.“I’ve been trying to keep it to myself, but I don’t want to anymore. I’m pregnant,” she confessed, her voice trembling.“And?” he replied, still not looking surprised.Kate expected him to freak out or react in some way, but he remained calm. His silence made her anxious.“Is that all you have to say?” she asked, softly.“What do you want me to say?” he asked, shrugging slightly.“I expect

CHAPTER 54Gabriella stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the café.She stood outside, dialing her assistant’s number with calm precision.“A car is gonna pass the Ville intersection. The car is black. Do what I want you to do to it,” Gabriella said, smirking venomously.“Your wish is my command,” Blake, her driver, replied and hung up.“William, you think you can use and dump me for just a little wench? And Liam—you think you can play with me? Hmph! You should keep on dreaming,” she whispered coldly.---Liam drove cautiously, his hands sweaty around the steering wheel.He couldn’t stop thinking about how to explain everything to William.Thoughts spun in his head—would William still accept him as a friend or cancel their relationship completely?Lost in his thoughts, Liam didn’t notice his surroundings.Before he could return to reality, a big truck crashed into his car, pushing it off the road and into a bush.The truck came to a stop, reversed briefly—then zoomed off.Smok

CHAPTER 56 The television played in the background of William’s minimalist office, its soft glow bouncing off the glass walls. He leaned over his mahogany desk, flipping through proposals, eyes flicking between numbers, charts, and development blueprints. A mug of half-drunk coffee steamed beside his hand. A sudden flash on the television drew his attention. BREAKING NEWS: Wife of Billionaire William Dray Arrested for Fraud William’s fingers froze mid-turn. The papers slipped from his grip, fluttering to the floor. “What…?” he whispered, his brows furrowed in disbelief. He turned to the screen. The anchor's voice rang out: “Kate Dray, the wife of Greensville’s most sought-after billionaire, was seen being escorted by police from CrestGate Industries earlier today...” William stood abruptly, knocking his mug off the desk. Coffee spilled across the floor like blood, pooling beneath his polished shoes. “No. No, no, no,” he muttered, pacing. His thoughts raced. Who did th

CHAPTER 58The faint hum of jazz floated through the air, mixing with the distant sound of city traffic.Lucas sat in his tidy apartment, buried in stacks of paperwork. His study was pristine—everything arranged in sharp order, just the way he liked it. The only thing out of place was the cup of coffee beside him, untouched, steam curling lazily into the air.He scribbled notes on a legal brief, eyes sharp and focused.Then, his phone buzzed.He glanced down, saw the name flashing across the screen—and frowned.Rachelle.He stared at it for a moment. They hadn’t spoken since the breakup a few weeks ago. She had ended it, walked away without a word of goodbye. And now—she was calling?With a heavy sigh, he answered, tone flat. “Yeah?”Her voice came through shaky and tearful. “Lucas… please don’t hang up.”He said nothing.“I—I miss you,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “I’ve made mistakes. I know that. But I can’t stop thinking about you. Please, Lucas… just give us one more chance

CHAPTER 60The hallway at Greenville Hospital was calm, almost too quiet for a place that had seen panic just hours earlier.Tina adjusted the strap of her handbag, returning from the restroom, her thoughts busy with messages and errands. As she turned the corner, her eyes landed on a familiar figure standing near a private ward.Tall. Still. Suited in deep charcoal. Hands in his pockets. William.Her eyebrows shot up.“William?” she called out, her voice laced with surprise and curiosity.William turned. His face, though calm, carried a subtle weight—a softness she wasn’t used to seeing.Tina walked briskly toward him. “What are you doing here?” she asked, halting in front of him. “Isn’t your wife about to give birth?”“She fainted,” William answered gently. “Stress. But she’s okay now. She and the baby are safe.”His voice was low, softer than usual. Emotional, even. It caught Tina off guard.“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, her tone easing.“I didn’t know you were here,” he added