All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mia yawned as she lazily sat up from the bed.The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a pale glow across the room. The warmth of sleep still clung to her muscles, and she stretched, savoring the slow, easy moments before the day took over.But then—The harsh sound of someone vomiting in the bathroom shattered the calm. The abrupt noise jerked Mia fully awake, her heart suddenly pounding in alarm.She climbed down quickly from the bed and rushed toward the bathroom.Inside, Sarah was doubled over the sink, her body trembling with each retch. The sharp, metallic scent of sickness filled the air, mingling with the faint echo of water dripping from the faucet.Mia’s face grew worried instantly. “Sarah, are you okay?” she asked, voice low but urgent as she stepped closer and gently rubbed her back.Sarah’s hands gripped the edge of the sink tightly. When she finally opened the tap and splashed cold water over her face, the full extent of her exhaustion was impossib

Sarah exhaled sharply, a breath caught somewhere between relief and dread, before she rose from the chair. The sterile office felt suffocating, its walls closing in with the weight of unspoken fears. Without a word, she stepped away, her footsteps measured but heavy, the door clicking shut behind her.Andrew’s eyes remained locked on the doctor, cold and calculating, but beneath that façade, something flickered—an unspoken storm. “You can start speaking now,” Andrew said, voice clipped but commanding.Mia leaned forward, her gaze sharp and expectant. She had been quiet, absorbing every detail like a shield against the mounting tension. Now, all eyes were on the doctor.The doctor shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before speaking. “Mr. Andrew, I must be frank—the baby isn’t in good condition.”The words hit the room like a grenade. Andrew’s brow furrowed, his jaw tightening. “What do you mean?”“The situation is delicate,” the doctor explained, choosing his words with clinical p

Andrew stared at the glowing screen for a moment longer, jaw clenched, before pressing the red button to end the call. His mother’s name vanished, but the tension lingered like smoke.“I’m heading to the office,” he muttered, sliding the phone back into his coat pocket.Sarah nodded silently, still shaken from the bombshell they’d just navigated. Her palm rested over her stomach protectively. Her thoughts were racing, but she didn’t speak—there was nothing left to say after that.But then came the sharp sound of heels against marble.Click. Click. Click.The sound sliced through the quiet like a blade. Sarah turned, her stomach twisting instinctively as Lena entered the room, her designer coat draped perfectly over one shoulder, lips painted with that trademark too-sweet smile that never quite reached her eyes.“Hello, Andrew. Hi, Sarah,” Lena cooed, her voice syrupy, almost mocking.“Hello, Lena,” Sarah said stiffly, forcing a tight smile.Mia didn’t even bother with the pleasantries

After their tense argument, Andrew had no choice but to accept Sarah’s decision to attend the ball. He hadn’t liked it—not one bit—but she'd stood her ground, and for once, he hadn't pushed back.Now, hours later, Sarah lay sprawled on her bed, one arm flung over her eyes. The tension still buzzed in her veins like leftover static. Across the room, Mia was on a full-on fashion rampage, pulling dresses out of the wardrobe like she was gearing up for war.“You’ve got a caring husband, you know,” Mia said suddenly, holding up a red satin gown to the light.Sarah groaned softly, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Not this again.”“I’m serious,” Mia said, twirling the dress before tossing it onto the bed. “You’re too deep in denial to see what’s right in front of you.”Sarah peeked out from under her arm. “Mia, I’ve told you—you’re getting ahead of yourself.”“No, you’re just refusing to face the truth,” Mia countered, planting her hands on her hips. “Can’t you see the way Andrew looks at y

"It seems like Minister Toby has taken a liking to your friend Sarah," Andrew remarked dryly, eyes following the man's retreating back with a faint smirk playing on his lips.Sarah gave a small chuckle, nudging Mia playfully. "Mia, you might be getting a suitor soon. Should we start shopping for your engagement dress?"Mia rolled her eyes. "Please. They're probably just trying to get closer to you, Andrew. You know how politicians operate. Sycophants in suits."Andrew’s brow creased, and his gaze lingered thoughtfully on the minister. "I’m not so sure about that... This didn’t feel like a networking move."Before Sarah could reply, Andrew’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down, irritation flashing briefly across his face. "Excuse me, I need to take this."Without waiting, he stepped away, his tall frame disappearing into the crowd as he answered the call.Sarah and Mia barely had a second to breathe before a voice pierced through the hum of background chatter."Oh look who deci