All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lena just stood there, frozen like someone had dumped ice water all over her. Her mouth hung open a little and her eyes went wide, staring at Carmelita like she'd seen a ghost or something worse.Carmelita wasn't backing down though. She had that look in her eyes - the kind that said she was done playing games. Her jaw was set tight and her hands were clenched into fists at her sides."You really got the nerve to keep lying to my face like that," Carmelita said, her voice getting sharper with each word. "After everything you did, you're still gonna stand there and act innocent?"Lena's face went pale. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but nothing came out. Just stood there looking guilty as hell."How about I show this evidence I got not just to Andrew, but to the cops too?" Carmelita continued, pulling out her phone. "You got any idea what happens to people who make false rape accusations? The kind of trouble you're

The front door clicked shut with a finality that seemed to echo through Lena's bones. She stood there for a moment, watching through the window as Carmelita's car pulled away, taking Sarah and Mia with her. The engine's hum faded into the distance, leaving behind an awful silence that pressed against her eardrums.Her legs gave out.Lena collapsed onto the couch, her whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. The cushions dipped under her weight, but she barely noticed. Her mind was spinning, racing through everything that had just happened, everything that could happen next."No, no, no," she whispered to herself, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. "This can't be happening. This cannot be happening."But it was. The video existed. After all these years, someone had the real footage of that night with Williams. The night that had haunted her dreams, the night she'd worked so hard to bury under lies and careful stories. And now Carmelita had it. Andrew's mother had it.

The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Andrew's corner office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk where he sat hunched over his tablet. The familiar scent of leather from his executive chair mixed with the faint aroma of his morning coffee, now gone cold in its ceramic mug. Papers were scattered across his desk in organized chaos – contracts, reports, and financial statements that demanded his attention, but his mind kept drifting to other things.The office door opened with a soft click, followed by the sound of expensive Italian leather shoes against the marble floor. Andrew didn't need to look up to know who had just walked in. There was only one person who entered his office with that particular combination of confidence and casual disregard for protocol."Guess you're already expecting me, that's why you're not surprised," Anthony said, his voice carrying that familiar hint of amusement as he settled into on

The drive continued in heavy silence, broken only by the soft hum of the car's engine and the distant sounds of city traffic filtering through the windows. Mia sat rigid in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white with tension. The familiar streets of her neighborhood passed by in a blur, each turn bringing her closer to whatever storm was waiting at home.Anthony glanced at her from the corner of his eye, noting the way she held herself like she was bracing for impact. Her usually bright demeanor had been replaced by something fragile and withdrawn, and it bothered him more than he cared to admit."Are you okay?" he asked finally, his voice cutting through the oppressive quiet.Mia turned to look at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of anxiety and something else – fear, maybe, or resignation. For a moment, he thought she might actually tell him what was troubling her, but then her walls went back up."I'm fi

The taxi came to a stop right in front of Andrew's mansion. Mia stepped out, fumbling through her purse for the fare. Her hands were still shaking a little from everything that had happened with her mother. She handed the driver his money and watched as he pulled away before turning toward the house.The front door felt heavier than usual as she pushed it open. Maybe it was just her mood, but everything seemed to require more effort today. She climbed the stairs slowly, her bag feeling like it weighed a ton on her shoulder.Sarah's bedroom door was slightly open, and Mia could hear the familiar sound of Netflix playing. She pushed the door wider and found Sarah sprawled across her bed, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her stomach, completely absorbed in whatever show she was watching."You're back," Sarah said with a bright smile, pausing the show and turning to face her friend. The smile faltered when she got a good look at Mia's face. "Wait, what happened? You look like someone just to