Semua Bab MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The crowd was roaring. Phones flashed like camera traps. Whispers turned into daggers flung through the air. And in the center of it all stood Sarah, frozen—caught in a wildfire she hadn’t ignited. Mia’s jaw clenched, her fists curling by her sides as she spun around, eyes zeroed in like a sniper’s scope. “That bitch,” she hissed through her teeth. “I’m sure she’s the one that did this.” She took a step forward, ready to march over and drag Lena by her glossy hair, but Sarah threw out an arm, blocking her path. “Not here,” Sarah said firmly, voice low. “We don’t have proof she posted that.” Mia glared, practically shaking. “Do we need proof when the snake’s already hissing in our faces?” William stood beside them, his confusion etched deep across his face. “What… What the hell is going on? Who posted that caption?” Sarah didn’t answer. Her eyes were still fixed on the giant screen above, where the photo played in slow, mocking loops—her and William, mid-step, her hand on

Lena’s lips curled into a cruel smile, the kind that signaled the beginning of something far more sinister than anyone could imagine.“You’re right,” she muttered, the words barely leaving her lips as a cold, calculating determination seeped into her tone. “Sarah needs to get out of Andrew’s life completely.”Tamara, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, leaned forward from her position by the window, her arms folded tight across her chest. “What are you planning to do?” she asked, her voice laced with caution, though her eyes betrayed her curiosity.Lena’s gaze flickered to Tamara, her expression icy, almost amused. “Nothing for now,” she said, her voice steady but with an edge of something darker hidden beneath the surface. “But I’ll come up with something good. Something that will make sure I end Sarah once and for all.”Ruthie, who had been sitting silently on the couch, suddenly perked up. A slow smile spread across her face as she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “

The Morning AfterMia stirred awake, squinting against the sunlight that filtered through the bedroom curtains. She stretched with a soft groan and rolled over, instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed.Empty.Her brow furrowed. "Sarah?" she murmured, glancing around. The sheets were cold— Sarah hadn't just gotten up. She swung her legs off the bed, heart skipping a beat."Maybe she's in the bathroom," Mia muttered to herself, walking over and giving the door a quick knock. No response. She pushed it open.Empty.Her stomach dropped."Sarah!" she called, voice louder now. Still nothing. No rustling, no footsteps, not even a hint of her presence. Panic began to bloom.Without wasting another second, Mia rushed out of the room and down the hallway, barefoot against the cold marble floors. She gripped the banister, nearly missing a step as she descended the grand staircase.She heard voices in the foyer.There, standing at the base of the staircase like a scene out of a luxu

"Mother, I think there's no need to worry. I'll take care of Sarah really well, so she’ll be staying with me," Andrew said firmly, his arm protectively wrapped around Sarah’s shoulders.Carmelita narrowed her eyes, her voice sharp as a blade. "What the hell are you saying, Andrew?"Her tone sliced through the room, silencing even the rustle of the curtains. Tension brewed like a summer storm. The elegant living room, with its polished floors and floral upholstery, now felt like a battlefield.She stepped forward, pointing a perfectly manicured finger. "Are you a woman? Have you ever taken care of a pregnant woman before?"Andrew opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He straightened his back, trying to maintain composure. "No, Mother.""Exactly." Carmelita crossed her arms. "Then tell me—how are you going to take care of Sarah when you're practically married to your work at the company?""You're making it sound more complicated than it is," Andrew insisted, his voice growing more

Lena walked back into the sitting room, the sound of her heels echoing softly against the marble floor. With each step, she felt the weight of her thoughts pressing down. Her face wore a calm veneer, but inside, a storm of emotions churned, especially after the exchange with Andrew. Carmelita was seated on the ivory couch, legs crossed and a steaming teacup resting in her hands. She displayed a polished smile that lacked any warmth for Lena. “I’m back, Mother,” Lena said, tucking a lock of her sleek brown hair behind her ear as she approached. Carmelita looked up, the flicker of irritation in her eyes quickly replaced by her practiced smile. “I thought you wouldn’t come back,” she remarked, her tone teasing but edged with challenge. Lena chuckled lightly, trying to ignore the underlying tension. “How could I just leave? I only stopped by to see Sarah and Mia. But I must admit, I didn’t expect to find you here today.” Her smile was practiced, a reflex she had perfected over the