Semua Bab The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The room was quiet when Emily slowly opened her eyes again. Her head throbbed. Her body ached. The bright light above her made her squint. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was — until everything came flooding back. Charles. Julie. The lies. The baby. Everyone else knows except her which means that Even her own family know. She sat up slowly, pain shooting through her back, but she didn’t cry this time. Her eyes were dry. Her heart felt cold. They betrayed her They used her. They drugged her. They took her body, her trust, and now... her child. A baby she carried for nine months. A baby she sang to in the dark. A baby she dreamed of holding. And now they were saying that baby wasn’t hers? Emily stayed in the hospital for hours, lying in that cold, quiet room. She stared at the wall. She tried to cry, but no tears came. Her chest felt tight, her throat dry, but nothing came out. Her heart was cold now. Too much pain, too much betrayal — it had numbed her.

As Emily walked into the restaurant, the soft sound of classical music played in the background. Her eyes scanned the place, and that’s when she saw him. A tall man stood near the large window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone to his ear. He was dressed in a dark suit that fit him perfectly, and even from behind, he looked powerful — calm, composed, in control. He didn’t turn immediately, but when he noticed her presence, he gave a slight nod and used the hand in his pocket to motion for her to sit. He continued speaking on the phone, his voice low and firm, though she couldn’t hear the words. Emily walked to the table and sat down quietly. Her heart was beating fast, not out of fear, but something about his presence made her nervous. There was something commanding about him. His calmness, the way he stood, the quiet strength he carried — it was different from any man she had met before. He ended the call shortly after and walked over to his seat. She noticed

Emily stood tall, her voice calm but filled with power."It’s been three months since everything happened," she said coldly."I never came looking for you people, so don’t come looking for me.""Stay far away from me. Don’t force me to deal with you both.""Just because I decided to let go doesn’t mean I’m weak.""This is your one warning."With that, she turned around and started walking away, leaving everyone frozen in shock.Julie snapped out of it first, her face burning with rage."Bitch, did you just slap me?!" she screamed and rushed forward to grab Emily.But before she could reach her, a strong hand grabbed Julie's arm — a security guard."Let go of me!" Julie shouted, struggling wildly."You bitch, where do you think you’re going?! Come back here! How dare you slap me!"Emily didn’t look back. She kept walking, even though her chest ached. Her face turned pale from the weight of everything — the pain, the betrayal, the memories.Just as she reached the door of the mall, she

The sleek black car stopped in front of the famous VIP club bar in the city. As the driver got out, Denovon stepped down, fixing the buttons on his shirt and adjusting his sleeves. His face was cold and serious—as usual."Drive the car back," he said to the driver."Yes, sir," the man replied with a nod before driving off.Denovon headed inside with heavy steps. Every step was confident, sharp, and full of purpose. Anyone who saw him would think he was walking into a battlefield, not a bar.But then again, Denovon Rowland was always like that. Cold. Focused. And dangerously handsome.He walked straight to the private section of the club where three men were already waiting. His closest friends.The moment he entered the room, laughter exploded."Hey! Look who finally showed up after disappearing like a ghost," said Leo, the playful one of the group."You sure this is a bar and not a business meeting?" joked Mason, eyeing Denovon’s stiff posture."You came here to drink or sign a contr

Emily stood in front of the large office door with her heart pounding. She had been called in by Mr. Rowland—Denovon—just immediately the meeting ended. She took a deep breath, straightened her blouse, and knocked. “Come in,” his deep voice said from inside. She opened the door and stepped in slowly. The office was grand, elegant, and too quiet. Denovon sat behind a wide black desk, leaning back in his chair, one arm resting on the armrest while the other held a pen he gently rolled between his fingers. He looked up at her with calm, unreadable eyes. Emily cleared her throat and tried to sound professional. “Mr. Rowland.” He didn’t reply right away. Just stared for a few seconds before gesturing toward the chair in front of him. “Sit.” She walked over and sat, legs crossed, hands folded tightly on her lap. Denovon leaned forward, placing the pen down. “You’re nervous.” “I’m not,” Emily lied quickly. He smirked slightly. “You’re a terrible liar.” Emily’s cheeks flushed. She