Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The wind had caused massive damage everywhere—trees and plants had been torn up and scattered across the landscape. As soon as Alexia drove out of the hotel parking lot, she felt the force of the wind slamming against the car. 'I'm crazy. I have to be completely insane,' she thought as she sped toward the small town. The car's headlights cut through the storm, and in the distance, she caught glimpses of emergency lights flashing. Her heart pounded as she tried not to focus on the danger they were in—but it was impossible to block it out. "Scott... Hey! Hamilton!" she yelled, shaking him, only to realize he'd lost consciousness. Scott lay slumped in the seat, completely out cold. He needed medical attention immediately. The hospital was just a few miles away, but with the hurricane, it felt like tens of miles and a nightmare rolled into one. "You're going to be okay. We're almost there," she whispered, brushing the tears off her face, unsure if she was speaking to him or try

As soon as they got back to the U.S., Alexia insisted on going to her apartment. She needed to rest and pick up her things before moving into the Hamilton mansion. Scott had already prepped himself to cause a scene when the moving truck showed up, ready to argue and complain about the drama. But Alexia stepped out of her Honda with only a medium-sized suitcase. "And the move?" Scott asked, dumbfounded. "The truck? Your decorations? Your piles of junk...?" "This is all I need," Alexia sighed, pointing at the suitcase, which clearly just held clothes. "You're telling me you're going to live here for over a year with just that?" he asked in disbelief. "I've lived with less," she muttered. "The less you have to pack, the easier it is to leave. Besides, I'm keeping my apartment—I'm sure you'll drive me crazy eventually, and I'll need a break from you. Which room is mine?" "Second floor, first door on the right," Scott hissed as he watched her haul the suitcase up the stairs withou

Scott took a deep breath, trying to assess the situation calmly. For starters, he wasn't really in a relationship with Alexia. Secondly, it was Friday night and the cook had the night off, meaning there were no staff around who could report he had a lover in the house—especially not to immigration, which was the only thing that actually worried him. The crazy woman wasn't truly his wife, so he didn't owe her any explanations. And she seemed smart enough to step aside when needed. So, he turned to Violet and took a breath. "Who was that, Scott?" Violet asked. "Nothing for you to worry about," he replied smoothly. "She's not important. Come on in—tonight's going to be long and... interesting." They headed into the mansion, and Scott led her to the terrace before ordering dinner from one of his favorite restaurants. He decided he might as well enjoy the evening—and Violet clearly agreed, because within minutes, she was on his lap, kissing him deeply while slowly undoing his shirt.

Alexia felt the world spin the moment she heard those words. It was like reliving everything from a year ago—the accident, the explosion, the pain. She thought she might faint, but Scott caught her, holding her steady as she tried to process the terrifying truth. "But it can't be…" she whispered, her breath shaky. "My SUV wasn't in that lot. How…?" "You parked it wrong, a tow truck took it. They called me to notify the emergency contact—that's how I found you at the bar," Scott explained, feeling her trembling despite her effort to keep it together. She was a brave woman, but something like this would shake anyone. And truth be told, he was scared too. "This is a nightmare…" Alexia murmured. "The authorities are investigating, of course," Scott said. "But there's not going to be much doubt it was your vehicle that exploded, and that a man died because of it. I've got a couple of contacts in the department…" He hesitated, but her questioning eyes pushed him to go on. "What's

Alexia swallowed hard. Scott was loud, arrogant, and dramatic—but the few times he'd hissed at her through gritted teeth, it made her knees shake. He was really angry, but Alexia was too blind to see that his threats didn't come from arrogance… but jealousy. Or maybe, she just didn't want to see it. She threw herself into work. Later, she'd have to have a serious talk with Howard about everything he'd said. She couldn't afford for him to be airing her business to anyone. Her thoughts drifted back to the day she met him. Faking your own death wasn't easy. A year ago, that Ferrari had lost its brakes, and no matter how slow it had been going, it was still going to crash. She'd jumped before the car went over the edge, but she hadn't accounted for landing on rough terrain. The impact had slammed her into a dry, gnarled tree stump. One of the roots pierced her stomach, leaving a long, brutal scar. Howard had found her minutes later—thank God he was a doctor. He saved her life and was