บททั้งหมดของ MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The amber liquid swirled in William's glass like liquid gold, catching the dim bar lights as he raised it to his lips once more. But before he could take another sip, Mia's slender fingers wrapped around the glass, her grip firm and unyielding."That's enough," she said, her voice cutting through the haze of alcohol and melancholy that had settled over their corner booth.William looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, his usually sharp features softened by drink and despair. "You don't understand, Mia." His words slurred slightly as he reached for the glass again, but she pulled it further away from him. "Give it back.""No." Mia's tone was resolute. "Drinking yourself into oblivion won't solve anything. We should leave."A bitter laugh escaped William's lips as he slumped back against the worn leather of the booth. "You don't understand," he repeated, running his hands through his disheveled hair. "Have you ever been in love with someone who can't

The red-haired stranger shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding Mia's trembling form as he moved toward William's wardrobe. His fingers fumbled through expensive fabric until he found a long dress shirt—something decent enough to cover her torn clothing."Here," he said quietly, extending the shirt toward her. "Put this on."But Mia didn't move. She sat curled on the edge of the bed, her hands pressed firmly against her face, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The weight of what had almost happened crushed down on her like a suffocating blanket.The stranger ran a hand through his hair, frustration and sympathy warring in his expression. "Look, I might not understand exactly how you're feeling right now, but you need to pull yourself together," he said, his voice gentler than before. "William was drunk—completely wasted. He would never do something like this in his right mind."Mia's hands slowly dropped from her face, revealing red-ri

The old clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second echoing through the silence that enveloped the room like a heavy fog. Andrew and the others were still processing the unsettling events from earlier, but for Mia, the air felt thick and suffocating with unspoken truths. It pressed on her chest and made it difficult to breathe. Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, releasing a soft cloud of steam that curled into the dim light of the hallway, casting fleeting shadows across the walls. Mia stepped out, wrapping a towel around her damp hair, trying not just to wash away the remnants of the warm shower, but also to cleanse her mind of William’s desperate confusion that lingered painfully in her thoughts. She paused in the doorway, her eyes falling on Sarah, who stood just within the threshold, cradling a ceramic bowl delicately in her hands. “Here, drink this. It will help you feel better,” Sarah offered, her voice barely rising above a soft whisper as she extended the bowl

ANDREW'S MANSIONThe morning light filtered through the grand windows of Andrew's mansion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Sarah and Mia descended the ornate staircase together, their soft footsteps echoing in the spacious foyer. The elegant clicks of their heels against the cold stone created a rhythmic melody that suddenly came to an abrupt halt.There, standing awkwardly in the center of the sitting room, was a figure they hadn't expected to see so early in the morning. William's tall frame seemed diminished somehow, his usually confident posture replaced by something more hesitant, more vulnerable.The sitting room, with its cream-colored walls adorned with expensive artwork and plush velvet furniture arranged in perfect symmetry, felt suddenly charged with tension. The morning sunlight streaming through the bay windows highlighted the dust particles dancing in the air, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the heavy emotional

"I better start getting ready and prepare to come over," Carmelita said, her tone excited. "Alright mother, see you soon," Sarah and Mia said almost in unison, their voices carrying a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "You too, ladies," Carmelita said before hanging up, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed the phone down on the marble side table. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.---LENA'S APARTMENTThe small apartment felt suffocating in the late afternoon heat. Lena sat curled up on her worn leather couch in the cramped sitting room, her legs tucked beneath her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The device's blue light illuminated her face in the dim room, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes and the tension lines that had become permanent fixtures around her mouth.She wore an oversized sweater that hung loosely on her thin frame, trying to hide the bandage wrapp