Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy.: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

ALESSA’S POVThe crisp afternoon air followed me as I stepped away from Natasha’s studio, her laughter still clinging to me like a melody I didn’t want to let go. But as the car door shut and the city blurred past the windows, my mind shifted, settling into the weight of responsibility.I had promised myself I’d check in at the offices today. Not all of them. There would be time later for my own venture. The three companies Michael had placed in my hands. His way of breaking me, his challenge, his way of telling me, “These are yours now. Prove yourself.”He always said it was because he wanted to break me, to make me come back begging and now it was to keep me active, to give me something beyond being his wife. But I knew better. It was also a test. Michael trusted me with these branches of his empire, and I had proven that his trust wasn’t misplaced.Two hours for each. That was the plan.First Office – Astor Dominion Tech InnovationsAstor Dominion Tech Innovations rose tall again

ALESSA’S POVMorning came softly, slipping through the tall windows of the Astor mansion in golden slants of light. I stirred awake to the gentle hum of the house, the distant footsteps of workers beginning their routines, the faint clink of dishes being arranged in the kitchen. It was the same rhythm I had grown accustomed to, yet today it felt different, as though the very silence of the mansion was expectant, watching to see what I would do next.Yesterday’s memories lingered around me like perfume. Michael’s steady gaze, his words of approval, the applause of employees, the shy roses that now rested in a vase beside my bed. For a moment I simply lay there, letting it all wash over me. But I knew the truth. Yesterday belonged to my husband's empire. Today had to belong to mine.His words echoed in my mind, quiet but insistent. Of course you should check on your own legacy.The Harter Collections. The very name stirred something in my chest, a mix of pride and apprehension. Unlike M

NATASHA’S POVI sat still in my studio, staring at the lyrics I had just magically brought together. They looked perfect at least until my heart started to ache again.It came quietly, that buried thought I’d pushed down almost a year ago, slipping back into my mind like a thief in the dark. I couldn’t understand why I suddenly felt this way. Why pain I thought I’d buried came back, raw and uninvited.Was it the lyrics? Was I feeling this way because the song was about a lost friendship? Or was it because, deep down, I was still grieving the one person I swore I’d moved on from, Nina?Guilt and sadness came flooding back all at once, and before I knew it, I could barely breathe. My chest tightened as the thought hit me:I never got the chance to ask Caleb why he did it. Why he killed the woman he swore to love?My throat burned, tears prickled the corners of my eyes, and my grip on the guitar tightened until my knuckles turned white, as if holding it could somehow stop my heart from c

ALESSA'S POV The moment Michael and Disha reached where Natasha and I stood, still wrapped in an emotional hug, I felt a rush of relief and guilt collide inside me. I released her gently and guided her toward the car. Disha quickly got into the front seat beside Michael, while Natasha and I settled into the back.The air inside the car felt heavy but safe like we had just escaped something tragedy without even realizing how close we were. Everyone wanted to know what had happened to Natasha and why she was at the police station, but no one was as desperate to know as I was. I had literally seen her just minutes earlier, standing at the edge of giving up on her own life. That image of her, the trembling hands, the broken eyes, the rain falling around her was carved into me.As the car rolled out of the parking lot, I reached over and squeezed her hand. She turned slightly, offering a weak smile. My chest tightened. Maybe I hadn’t been there for her as much as I should have been latel

MICHAEL'S POVThe car rolled to a smooth stop before the Astor Mansion, its golden lights spilling across the marble steps like rivers of molten honey. The night air was cool and still, touched by the faint hum of crickets and the whisper of leaves dancing along the driveway.I stepped out first. The door shut behind me with a soft thud that echoed through the quiet night. As I walked around to the passenger side, the faint sound of Alessa’s laughter drifted out, mingled with Disha’s mock-complaints about her ruined mascara.“Careful,” I said, opening the door. Alessa’s hand slipped into mine, her fingers small and warm. She stepped down gracefully, her dress shimmering faintly beneath the mansion lights.Then I turned to Disha. “You too, Miss Dramatic.”She rolled her eyes but took my hand anyway. “You gentlemen tease too much,” she muttered, though there was a smile tugging at her lips.The air smelled faintly of roses from the garden, that familiar scent wrapping around us like sil