Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy.: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

ALESSA'S POVThe car glided smoothly through the quiet streets, its hum a low, steady purr beneath us. The leather seat was cool against my back, though warmth still pulsed through me from the applause, from the tower that bore my name, from the weight of the ring on my finger.I leaned my head against the glass, the city lights blurring past in streaks of gold and silver. My chest ached with too many emotions to name: joy, disbelief, gratitude, love.I turned to Michael, my voice hushed. “Thank you.”He looked at me, one brow lifting slightly as if I had said something foolish. “Thank me? For what, my queen?”“For everything,” I whispered. My throat thickened. “For believing in me. For today. For showing me a side of you I never thought I’d see.”His amber eyes softened, a flicker of tenderness melting through the usual steel. “You should know by now, every side of me belongs to you.”The words pierced straight into me. I let out a shaky laugh, shaking my head. “I’m glad I stayed, Mi

ALESSA'S POV My heart was still thundering in my chest as I pressed my palm flat against it, trying to calm the wild rhythm that refused to settle. The room was dim, the curtains drawn so that only thin strands of light crept through, stretching into long shadows across the walls. The sudden voice that had pierced the silence had nearly ripped the breath out of me, and for a moment I thought my lungs might collapse under the weight of the fright.Then, from behind the carved wooden screen in the corner, a slim figure stepped forward with a flourish, her braids catching the faint light as she tossed them over her shoulder.“Hey, Lessa, chill, it’s me! It’s me, just calm down,” Disha said quickly, her hands raised in mock surrender. Her lips curved into that mischievous smile I knew all too well, the kind that always gave her away and somehow managed to rescue her from every scrape she got into.I let out a sharp breath, something between a laugh and a groan, before dropping back on

NATASHA'S POV The familiar hum of the studio wrapped around me like a second skin. The faint buzz of the monitors, the soft glow of the soundboard lights, the tangle of wires sprawled across the floor, it was chaos to anyone else, but to me, it was home.I adjusted the headphones around my neck and tapped my pen against the notebook balanced on my knee. Another verse, another melody, another piece of me stitched into rhythm. For months now, I had buried myself completely in music. Back-to-back projects, half-finished demos polished until they gleamed, even reworking old albums I once swore I would never touch again. The pace was relentless, but I thrived on it. The work kept my pulse steady, my mind sharp. It kept me alive.The microphone caught my reflection, focused eyes, lips moving with words I wasn’t sure I’d keep. I hit record, hummed a chorus, and stopped, laughing at how off-key the playback came out. No matter. Perfection wasn’t the point tonight. Creation was.The door c

MICHAEL'S POVAfter Natasha broke my heart, my world had shrunk. I buried myself in work like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Nights out with friends blurred into drinks and laughter I didn’t feel, shallow conversations with people I barely cared about.I was cold, sharp, unapproachable. I thought distance and discipline were strength. I thought emptiness was control.And then Alessa.Two years ago, she stepped in as my contracted wife, and slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the walls I’d built around me began to crumble. I became less cold. I smiled more without realizing it. I carved out time for someone else’s happiness and, in the process, discovered my own.A year ago, after Caleb's arrest, we started loving each other deeply not just living in the same house, not just sharing dinners or schedules, but really feeling. Really wanting. Really choosing.Today was June 21st. The same date as our first wedding. That day had been nothing like rushed, constrained, governed

ALESSA'S POV The limousine slowed, its gentle hum softening as if even the car knew the weight of where it had brought me. My hands trembled in my lap, hidden beneath folds of ivory lace. I pressed them down, willing them still, but it wasn’t nerves of doubt. It was the heaviness of everything that had led me here, every step, every tear, every prayer.I leaned my head against the seat, closing my eyes, and let my heart wander back.This was where it began. The impossible journey of finding love in a place I swore it would never exist. Once, I believed I hated Michael, believed our contract was nothing more than a cruel joke carved into my life by fate. Night after night, I begged for it to end. I cried into my pillow until exhaustion stole my breath, whispered prayers for freedom until my throat burned, swore to myself that I would never, ever love him.But fate had been laughing at me, tugging at invisible strings, pulling me closer to him even as I fought it.I remember the moment