All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The room descended into a palpable silence, a hush that felt heavy enough to stifle any sound. Tension thrummed in the air, coiled like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.Andrew stepped back, his icy gaze locked onto William, who stood on the opposite side of the room like a storm ready to break. William met the challenge head-on, his jaw set tight and arms crossed defensively over his chest. This was no ordinary stare; it was a battle, a silent showdown between two men bound together by a tangled web of history, each carrying burdens far too heavy to bear alone.Time stretched, seconds dragging on as neither man dared to blink or look away.Then, breaking the silence with an unexpected low chuckle, Andrew’s voice sliced through the tension. The sound was sharp, almost mocking. "You can’t do it, can you?" he asked, his tone smooth yet laced with venom, an undercurrent of disdain simmering just beneath the surface. "You came here full of fire, but you’ve got

“Of course, Mother, I don’t mind,” Lena replied with a bright smile that barely masked the tempest swirling beneath her calm exterior. She stood up, her movements fluid and graceful, as if she were gliding across the room rather than merely switching seats with Sarah. On the outside, her demeanor exuded warmth, her lips curving in a polite arch, while her eyes betrayed nothing of the chaos that churned inside her. Her heart raced, blood simmering in her veins as she fought to suppress the visceral rage threatening to erupt. Lena clenched her fists stubbornly beneath the table, her knuckles whitening with the effort as she lowered herself into her new seat, nails biting into her palms like a cruel reminder to keep her composure.The sight of Sarah perched comfortably in her previous seat only stoked the flames of her contempt. Lena’s eyes flicked toward her, filled with disdain. That insufferable presence—sitting there as though she truly belonged, as if she had so

Lena pressed the ice pack tightly against her reddened arm, the chill biting into her skin like shards of glass. The throbbing pain felt relentless—each pulse like a heartbeat drumming in time with the rising tide of her frustration. Beneath her shoulder, the burn simmered, a fiery echo of the emotions spiraling within her chest. She clenched her jaw, her mind swirling in a tempest of turmoil and determination.“I can’t just give up now,” she muttered through gritted teeth, her voice low yet infused with an unyielding spirit. Her eyes, once clouded with hurt, now glinted with a fierce resolve that belied the pain coursing through her. “Never. I won’t lose to Sarah. Not after everything.”Ruthie, perched on the edge of the nearby couch, leaned in, her brow furrowing with worry as she meticulously examined the angry welt blossoming on Lena’s arm. “Lena, that wound looks bad. We really need to get you to the hospital before it leaves a scar,” she urged, her voice a mi

Sarah looked at Mia surprised, her eyes wide with disbelief and something that looked dangerously close to guilt. "Mia what are you saying?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder might make the confession more real, more complicated than it already was. The silence stretched between them like a taut wire, filled with years of unspoken truths and carefully buried feelings. Mia sat curled in the corner of her worn leather couch, her knees pulled up to her chest in a defensive posture that made her look younger, more vulnerable than Sarah had seen her in years. Her dark hair fell in waves around her face, partially hiding the flush that had crept up her neck. "I'm not lying, Sarah, I'm serious here, I've been crushing on him for years now. I thought I had gotten over him until he showed up again," Mia said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands as she reached for her own forgotten cup,

Sarah watched as her best friend wrestled with emotions that had been buried for far too long, her heart aching for the pain she could see etched in every line of Mia's face. "So what do you plan on doing?" Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment they were sharing. Mia straightened her shoulders, that familiar mask of determination sliding back into place—the same one she'd worn through countless boardroom meetings and difficult conversations. "I'll go," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor Sarah caught in her hands. The simplicity of those two words carried the weight of a thousand unspoken feelings. Sarah felt her chest tighten with worry, knowing how much this decision was costing her friend. "Will you be fine?" Sarah's question hung in the air between them, loaded with all the concern she couldn't quite express. Mia's smile was bri