Semua Bab MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“You’ve really grown wings, haven’t you, Sarah?” Lena sneered, stepping closer with a dangerous edge in her voice. “Flapping around like you own the place.”Sarah smiled, unflinching. "I've always had wings, Lena. Maybe you're just finally looking up."Lena's expression darkened, her voice turning venomous. “You think Andrew cares about you?”Sarah tilted her head, playfulness creeping in. “Who said I needed him to care?”Caught off guard, Lena blinked.“I’m not after Andrew’s heart,” Sarah said, her tone sharp, unwavering. “And I’m not obsessed with a title. But don’t push me, Lena.” She leaned in, their faces inches apart. “If you make me fight for either… I won’t lose.”Lena’s jaw clenched. “You think Andrew is some prize to win over with fluttering lashes and fake smiles?”Sarah's smile remained. “You sound scared.”“This marriage—” Lena hissed, “is just a punishment.”“Is it?” Sarah’s brows raised

“Say something, Sarah.”William’s voice cut through the noise of clinking cups and soft jazz humming from the café speakers. His tone was gentle, but it carried weight—like he already knew her silence wasn’t just discomfort. It was a scream in disguise.She opened her mouth, searching for the right words, but her voice got lost in the rising tide of emotion.“You always go quiet when something’s wrong,” he added, eyes locked on hers with that same familiar concern—older now, sharper.Before she could respond, a familiar voice rang from behind.“Well, well, who am I seeing here?”Sarah turned. There stood Mia, hands on her hips, one brow raised, and an amused smile tugging at her lips.Perfect timing.“Thanks for the save,” Sarah murmured under her breath with a weak smile.Mia blinked, looking between them. “Wait… William?”William stood up, grinning. “I was starting to think I’d changed so muc

Andrew’s lips crashed against Sarah’s with a hunger that scorched her down to her bones. The kiss deepened, desperate and chaotic, tasting of whiskey and confusion. His hands roamed, feverish and uncertain, tracing the curve of her waist and her spine like he was trying to memorize every inch of her. They tumbled backward onto the bed, Andrew pinning her beneath him, his breath ragged. His fingers slid along the edge of her nightgown, sending a shiver down her spine. Her mind screamed caution, but her body was too far gone, responding to the fire in his touch, the storm in his kiss. And then, suddenly—he stopped. He pulled back, chest heaving, gaze burning into hers. Sarah blinked up at him, startled by the sudden shift. "I can’t," he muttered, voice low and hoarse. "Not like this." She stared, breathless, confused. "What?" "I don’t want you to think this is just...lust. Or something I planned. I don’t even understand what I’m doing right now." He sat up, running a hand through

You uderestimate me, Andrew,” William said, his voice calm, but the challenge behind his words was razor-sharp. Andrew leaned back in his chair, the corners of his lips twitching upward in a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thank God you know that already,” he said. “Because now it’s going to be fun.” “Fun?” William arched a brow. “Even if I had planned to let Sarah go—which I didn’t—there are two reasons I can’t now.” Andrew’s voice wsmooth, venom-laced silk. “And trust me, they’re both very good ones.” William folded his arms, tension radiating from his stance. “I’d love to hear them.” “The first reason…” Andrew leaned forward, eyes locked on William’s like a sniper ready to take the shot. “Is you. You should know by now—I love competition.” William gave a dry laugh, nodding slowly. “So it’s an ego thing.” “It’s a me thing,” Andrew corrected with a shrug. “You stepping into the picture just gave me a reason to tighten my grip.” “And the second reason?” William

The car ride was silent. Not the comforting kind of silence—no, this was the kind that clung to the air like fog. Heavy. Dense. Suffocating. Sarah sat rigid, staring out the window, her hands clenched on her lap. Andrew sat beside her, unreadable as ever. The tension between them could snap steel. Neither of them said a word. Not even a glance. The car rolled to a stop in front of the Luthor Corporation building. Andrew didn’t look at her when he spoke. “Take her home.” He said it to his secretary, who was already standing by, and without waiting for Sarah’s response, he opened the door and walked out—shoulders straight, face stone-cold. No explanation. No goodbye. Just... gone. … … … … … Luthor Mansion The moment the car pulled into the driveway, Sarah flung the door open and rushed out, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she sprinted upstairs. She didn’t stop until she was in her room, hands gripping the bathroom sink before she fell to her knees and vomited vi