Semua Bab The billionaire's vengeful bride : Bab 21 - Bab 30

~EmiliaRummaging through my wardrobe, I let out a tired sigh. Everything inside looked… off. The sleeves were too loose, the fabric too stretched. My clothes had slacked in every possible way.“Uhh… what am I going to wear now?” I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud.My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable.But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white.I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.I needed clothes that spoke for me. Clothes that made Adrian unable to look away.A slow, mischievous smile crept up my lips at the t

 ~Adrian “How are you doing?” I asked, my voice flat. I wasn’t trying to sound polite. I didn’t care how he was doing. I had no patience for men who coasted through life—and he was one of them. Even though he’s my brother’s son, I couldn’t hide the way he annoyed me. “I’m pretty sure Grandma mentioned the weekend. Is your wife coming too?” he asked, putting extra weight on the word wife, like it held some kind of secret meaning. My brows twitched. Why was that so important to him? I let out a breath and tried to keep myself from reacting. He wasn’t worth the energy. “Is that why you called?” I said sharply. “Well, I was in the middle of something before you interrupted. I need to get back to it. Bye.” I hung up

 ~Emilia "Who did this to you?" Adrian’s voice cut through the silence, filled with rage. His eyes scanned my face, his brows furrowed so tightly I could feel the anger radiating from him like heat. His jaw clenched, his fists balled at his sides. For the first time in my life, someone was truly angry—for me. Someone actually cared. Not just the way people pretend to care. But real, raw concern. I lowered my eyes, tears burning the back of my throat. I couldn’t tell him. Not now. Not ever. That it was my sister who did this to me. I sobbed softly instead, turning my face away in shame. Without another word, Adrian pulled me into a hug. A warm, tight, firm embrace. I melted into him. My arms wrapped around his body like I had finally found shelter from a storm. I coul

 ~Emilia The sun was already up when I opened my eyes. I yawned and stretched my arms, feeling a little too warm. The bedsheet was twisted around my legs, and the room smelled like fresh flowers and something sweet I couldn’t place. I sat up slowly, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. Then it hit me. Today was my birthday. I sighed and leaned back against the headboard. It was just another day, really. I didn’t expect much. Adrian hadn’t even said anything the night before. Maybe he forgot. Or maybe he didn’t care. After all, this marriage wasn’t even real. Just a contract. And he used to be my uncle. My ex-uncle, I mean. That fact still felt weird in my chest sometimes, like a knot I couldn’t untie. Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I call

  Third Person’s POV Valerie’s heels clicked sharply on the cracked tiles of the abandoned warehouse.The place smelled like rust, dampness, and forgotten things. She walked slowly, each step loud in the dead silence.Light filtered in through holes in the roof, casting long, broken shadows on the floor. In the corner of the room, Emilia lay on her side.Her face was bruised and swollen. Her once smooth skin now had blotches of red and purple.She looked small — too small. Her hair was matted, and blood clung to her bottom lip like a dried stain.She didn’t move, not even when Valerie approached. Valerie knelt beside her with a sly grin on her face.Her perfume hung thick in the air, too sweet, like something trying to cover up rot. “Poor Emi