Lahat ng Kabanata ng The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Who the fuck did you go and get pregnant for?” Ethan’s yelling brought me back to my senses. There was no way this baby wasn’t Ethan’s. I had been nothing but loyal in that marriage — so what was he talking about? “Honey, I don't understand why you have any doubts about this. Of course the baby is yours. I would never cheat on you...” he cut me off, while springing up from the bed and coming closer to where I was standing. He looked like a monster ready to pounce on his prey. I stepped back in an attempt to escape his grasp, but he grabbed both my shoulders, squeezing them as tightly as he could. It hurt like crazy. “Ethan, please stop, you're hurting me!” I begged, but he only squeezed harder. “How dare you try to push another man's child on me? Don't you have an ounce of shame in you?!” he snarled, glaring down at me. “Ethan, what are you talking about? I would never...” he cut me short again. “Really?! You would never cheat on me?! You've been nothing but loyal?! Then what we

Five months in this basement was enough to kill a person or make them go crazy. The only way I was sure that everything was fine with me was the fact that my stomach had now grown twice in size. I wasn’t even allowed to go to the hospital for regular checkups. The only way I would know if the baby in me was alive was through the occasional kicks it gave me. “I wonder who your father is? You think he might be looking for you?” I asked, more to myself than to the baby in my belly, who couldn’t even answer my question. Why would he look for me, anyway? He doesn’t even know I’m pregnant. And even if he did… no. He wouldn’t think I’m here. Not here. Not chained like this. Ethan dropped me off here five months ago, saying his mother had something to talk about, and ever since then, she has locked me up in this basement. She cut me off from having contact with the entire world — not even my husband — and now I’ve had enough of it. I’m getting out tonight. I have to. Ethan doesn’t know —

The ride to wherever we were going was a very silent one. I sat in the back seat beside the man who now owned me — or at least, that’s what it felt like.I didn’t even bother to look at his face — I didn’t want to know. He’s probably taking me to where my organs will be sold, so what’s the essence of knowing what he looks like? He smelled good — too good. Wrong moment, Sam. Breathe. We finally got to where we were going, and I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. I was ready to embrace what was to come. If I die, I’ll just go join my already dead baby — which is better than staying on this earth with no one to rely on. I couldn’t help but widen my mouth in awe because of how mighty the mansion I was standing in front of was. Sophie was the only friend I had, and her dad was pretty loaded and owned a company, but their house didn’t compare to this one. The mansion gleamed so brightly, it could’ve been daytime. “What are you waiting for?! Follow me,” my owner ordered i

"What? Why would you do that?" Ethan asked in a very surprised tone. "You act like you're not happy about it. We finally have her out of our lives. Isn't that something to be happy about?!" she stated while planting a kiss on his lips. "I didn’t think you’d actually go that far." "Better than your plan to have her killed, isn’t it?" “You actually did it?” “Someone had to. You hesitated.” "I don't know what Mum did to her. All I did was drop her off that day, and now she's gone. I have a feeling Mum killed her and buried her somewhere no one can find." "Well, if that's the case, that's more reason for us to celebrate, right?" "Yes, darling, more reason..." he said and started to kiss her more aggressively. I wanted to fight them — to scream, to claw their faces, to leave marks they’d never forget. But I couldn’t. I lost my voice. I lost every ounce of strength in me. I thought Ethan and Sophie would at least have my back in all this. I thought Ethan’s mother did all that to me

"Are you crazy?! I'm sorry, but with all due respect, Mr... umm... I don't know what your name is," I said, trying to make sense of what I had just heard. "It's Hendrix. Jimmie Hendrix," he stated calmly, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on me. "Well, alright, Mr. Hendrix, but why on earth would I marry you?! I'm sorry, but I won't" I tried to sound calm, polite — like I still had a say in this. “You think you have an option here?” His voice didn’t rise, but each word landed heavy, deliberate. He took a slow step forward, and I could hear the soft click of his shoes against the marble — steady, unhurried. “You don’t get to decide.” "But—" He didn’t even give me a chance to object further. "I own you, and you’ll do exactly as I say. Get ready on Saturday; the dress will be sent over." And with that, he vanished into the halls. So I was really doing this. Marrying the man who thought he could order me like a maid. Great. Just great. Sleep didn’t come that night. Every ti