All Chapters of The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

ALESSA’S POVThe skyscraper loomed before me, a monument of glass and steel piercing the heavens, my name blazing across its crown in bold, golden light. The Harter Collection. My brand. My legacy. My dream that had once lived only as a whisper in my heart, now standing tall enough to kiss the sky.And yet, as I stood there clutching Michael’s hand, trembling, I felt so impossibly small.The ring glittered on my finger, its weight still new, anchoring me to this reality that felt too vast to belong to me. The proposal, the kiss, the promise, it all swirled inside me like a storm of light, I had fallen in love with this man all over again. And now this tower, my tower rose in front of me, daring me to step inside and claim what I never thought I could.Michael’s thumb brushed my knuckles, steady, grounding, coaxing me to breathe. His eyes softened as he leaned closer, whispering, “It’s time, my queen.”His queen. His words struck me again, fierce and gentle, burning through my chest.

ALESSA'S POV The clock had long passed eight when the warmth of my mother’s home finally began to tug at the edges of night. Soft lamplight spilled through the windows, painting gentle patterns on the polished floors, while the faint scent of chamomile and lavender lingered, wrapping me in a blanket of familiarity and comfort. Every corner of the house felt alive with memories, each familiar creak of the floorboards and rustle of curtains whispering stories of love and care. Tonight, it felt more like a haven than ever before, a place where time slowed just enough to savor the simple, human joys of family and home.I stood near the door, smoothing the fabric of my dress, and turned to Michael with a small smile. “I think I’m ready,” I said, my voice lighter than I felt, though happiness still bubbled beneath it. There was a gentle flutter in my chest, a mix of excitement and lingering warmth from the evening’s moments, hugs, laughter, and the kind of tender gazes that could only

MICHAEL'S POV I had barely closed the door behind me when silence settled over my room.The lock clicked into place, and for a moment I simply stood there, leaning against the wood, trying to let the whirlwind of the day sink in. The proposal. Her tears. The way her hand trembled when I slid the ring onto her finger. And then that skyscraper, the look in her eyes when she realized it wasn’t just a gift, it was her legacy.I should have felt accomplished, proud even, I had just completed that part of our now invalid contract. Instead, I felt restless.Crossing the room, I tugged my tie loose and sat heavily on the edge of the bed, pressing my palms against my knees. For once, I wanted the stillness to wash over me. But it didn’t. My body was too alert, as if even behind closed doors, some part of me remained tethered to her.Then it happened.Her voice split the quiet like glass shattering….“Oh my God!”My entire body jerked. My heart slammed against my ribs. The sound was so raw,