Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married Again: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The room was too quiet for a man like Sebastian Wolfe.Towering windows stretched from floor to ceiling, bathing his office in the soft glow of the evening sun. Manhattan’s skyline glittered in the distance, but Sebastian wasn’t looking at it. He was staring at the woman sitting across from him—the one who had just flipped his world upside down with a single sentence.“I’ll marry you,” Aria Sinclair said, her voice calm, almost bored, like she wasn’t offering herself to one of the most powerful men in New York.Sebastian leaned back in his leather chair, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. He’d faced boardrooms filled with bloodthirsty investors, buried competitors with a single signature, and walked through grief with nothing but silence. But Aria… she was chaos in silk.She couldn’t be older than twenty-two. A whisper of a woman with eyes that sparkled with mischief and lips that could bring a man to his knees. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, wild and unrestrained—just like her

Aria stood in the center of the penthouse, eyes wide.It was nothing like she expected.Polished marble floors stretched beneath her heels, reflecting the soft glow of chandelier light. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the Manhattan skyline, the city glittering beneath a navy sky. The entire space screamed elegance and wealth—but it wasn’t cold. It was curated. Masculine. Controlled.Like him.Her suitcase sat forgotten by the door, untouched since she’d stepped in twenty minutes ago. She couldn’t stop staring. Not at the decor. At him.Sebastian Wolfe stood by the bar, pouring a glass of something amber and expensive. Jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up, the lines of his forearms flexing with every movement. He didn’t speak immediately, didn’t acknowledge the tension humming in the air between them.He was giving her time.Or giving her enough rope to hang herself.“You’ve been quiet,” he finally said, turning to face her.“I’m taking it all in.” She paused. “You

Aria had never felt more exposed.The grand ballroom of the Manhattan Skyline Hotel glittered with chandeliers, laughter, and the sound of crystal glasses clinking against each other. The city’s elite had gathered for the Wolfe Foundation’s annual charity gala, and she—Aria Sinclair Wolfe—was the most watched woman in the room.Not just because she was new to their world.Not just because her last name had changed overnight.But because she was standing beside him—Sebastian Wolfe.He wore a black tuxedo, sharp as sin, his posture regal, his presence impossible to ignore. Her arm rested delicately on his, their bodies close, a perfect picture of dominance and elegance. But Aria knew better. This wasn’t just a show. This was a statement.Sebastian Wolfe wasn’t just married again.He was married to her—a woman half his age, once the daughter of his fiercest competitor, now his possession.And everyone wanted to know why.“You’re drawing attention,” Sebastian murmured under his breath, hi

The black car cruised through the streets of Manhattan, sleek and silent. Inside, the tension was thick.Aria sat with her arms crossed, her face turned toward the window. Sebastian sat beside her, his phone in his lap, though he hadn’t glanced at it once. His eyes were on her. Watching. Waiting.“I didn’t ask to be humiliated,” she said flatly, her tone sharp but low. “Not in my own home. Not in front of her.”“She had no right to speak to you that way,” he said. “And I made that clear.”“You didn’t stop her,” Aria snapped. “You stood there like her words didn’t sting. Like I was just some impulsive trophy you forgot to put on the right shelf.”His jaw tightened. “You know you’re not that.”“Then why didn’t you act like it?”The silence that followed was loud—echoing between them, crackling with unspoken words. Sebastian’s control wasn’t just a habit—it was a shield. A fortress he had built brick by brick. But Aria was chipping at it with every demand, every question, every feeling s

Wolfe Tower was a monolith—black glass, steel edges, and an energy that thrummed with power. It towered above Manhattan like it ruled the entire city.Just like the man who owned it.Aria stood at the entrance, heels clicking softly against the marble, the sway of her hips confident, her expression carefully composed. But inside, she was vibrating with adrenaline.This was her first public appearance with Sebastian.Not as a socialite. Not as a guest.As his wife.Security waved them through with hushed greetings and bowed heads. Every staff member they passed paused, eyes widening when they saw her.No one dared speak out of turn. No one dared ask questions.But the whispers trailed behind her like perfume.She’s young. She’s stunning. She’s not the late Mrs. Wolfe.And yet she walked beside Sebastian like she’d been born for this world. Like she was made to sit beside him on a throne no one else could reach.The elevator doors opened, revealing the top floor—Sebastian’s domain. Slee