Semua Bab No memories of my Billionaire Husband : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Martha went into her room, her heart filled with rage and frustration. She yelled at the top of her lungs and swiped all the products on the table onto the ground.She broke everything she could lay her hands on to vent the anger she couldn’t lay on her untouchable sister.She could create as much mess as she pleased because maids were waiting to clean up after her.She sat on the bare floor with her hands pressed tightly against her head and her nails buried in her hair, slightly bruising her scalp.“The only person I blame for my current situation is June. That witch made me like this. If only she didn’t steal my man.”“If only I had gotten married to Alex as supposed, I would have been above Ruby, and Daddy would be proud of me. I would have been living in the Smiths’ mansion.”“But you couldn’t just watch me be happy, could you June?” She sat on the floor buried in thought, stabbing the floor with a broken glass as though it were physically June while smiling, dead-souled like a p

Christian was the first son of the Fords, so all the responsibility of managing the family business fell on his shoulders after his father got too weak to run it himself.He wasn’t cut out for it, but he wouldn’t dare refuse the responsibility of handling the family business and letting down his father.Being the CEO of Ford Enterprises made Christian miserable. He had to constantly show up for something he just wasn’t able to handle, and he found comfort in drinking.“You dare to speak to me in that drunken state!?” His father’s voice broke through the phone with so much authority, choking Christian.He coughed hard to clear his throat of the drink and placed the glass on the table.“No, Dad.”“You think you can embarrass yourself and the company and I will not hear of it?” his father asked, a strong sense of disappointment laced in every word he spoke.Christian’s father was a very hard man who ruled with iron fists, but he had lived through his youth and was now retired. His body m

“Ohh…” Her voice was low and almost inaudible. It was disappointing. She didn’t think that the dress she would wear to a party had to be chosen by her husband. Just like everything pretty in her new life, it always had a sad ending. At that moment, time was frozen, and all she heard loudly was the sound of her expensive heels hitting against the floor as she stepped out to the living area where Alex sat. Taking one step after another, she approached the entrance and there he was, sitting unmoved in the same position, like a mannequin—perfectly positioned. His gaze was fixed on the phone in his hands until the sound of her footsteps interrupted him. He slowly looked up to her and their eyes met. Although his expression remained indifferent, his heart flustered. Her eyes gently moved away from his as she turned one step after another to reveal the back of the dress. She felt like a stock for sale. Alex didn’t say a word nor did his expression reveal whether he liked that

The Smiths were the most powerful family in the hall that night, so everyone’s attention was on them, including those who pretended not to care. Any incident between them would have definitely been the highlight of the night. “Oh no!” They acted so shocked, deliberately trying to gather attention. “Mrs. Smith lost her memory in the fall.” Word spread like wildfire. Alex caught the strange gazes directed at him and the indistinct chattering amongst the crowd. “Oh, no, June.” He remembered leaving her unattended in a den of lions—dressed in expensive clothes and acting all friendly while secretly hating one another in a constant tussle for power and wealth. He turned and walked towards her, completely ignoring the people he had been conversing with. Once he got to her, he held her by the shoulders and took her away from the eyes of those people—hungry for gossip. It’s a common notion that the rich do not care about public gaze, but to bring down another person above their clas

Six months agoChristian’s father was on his neck to secure the contract, and the fact that if he didn’t win it, he could lose it to Alex made him grow hungry to get it through any means possible.Alex was a powerful billionaire, much more powerful than he was. There was no way he could even touch a thread on his jacket.But just like Martha, he saw Alex’s wife—June as the weak link. If he could get to her, he could get to Alex.On a snowy afternoon in Manhattan, the air was moist and chilly as the flakes piled up on the ground.Christian had lit up a cigar and puffed the smoke in his secretary’s face, who he had held against a wall.Leaning closely to her face, he took out the cigar and used it to swipe her hair off her face, which she had turned away from his gaze.“What’s wrong, love? Don’t tell me that you’re shy.”“Please sir, let me leave,” her breath shaky, she uttered in a low voice.“I know women like you. You just love pretense, don’t you? I see the way you look at me.”He l