Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Broken Bride: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 59

Ariana’s POVThe moment Ethan disappeared behind the door, the penthouse felt wrong—too huge, too hollow, too loud with the sounds I didn’t want to hear. The storm outside slammed against the windows, a restless tapping that matched the uneven beat in my chest.“Ariana… tell me what you need.”Leo’s voice came from behind me—soft, careful, almost guilty. But I didn’t turn around. My eyes stayed glued to the door Ethan slammed, the faint vibration still shivering through the frame.“Ariana,” Leo said again, footsteps squishing softly on the puddles he’d dragged inside. “I didn’t come here to make things worse. I came because—”“Because what?” My voice cracked. I faced him slowly, each word a little heavier than the last. “Because you think you know what’s best for me?”Leo looked like the storm had swallowed him. His clothes were soaked, hair dripping, chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted across half the city just to stand here. But his eyes—steady, intent—held mine like he was

Ariana’s POV“W-what do you mean?”My voice barely escaped my throat. The air felt thin, like the room had shrunk around us.Leo stiffened beside me, jaw tightening. “Ariana, don’t listen to him.”The men at the door stood tense, watching everything with military stillness. The storm hissed against the windows. My pulse hammered so loudly it felt like it was echoing off the walls.I swallowed hard. “Ethan… what are you talking about?”Static crackled on the line—just long enough for dread to crawl up my spine.Then Ethan spoke again, quieter this time, the fear in his voice chilling.“Ariana… someone is lying to you.”Leo let out a sharp exhale. “He’s manipulating you. You know what he does—”“Leo, stop,” I whispered, eyes fixed on the phone like it might bite.Ethan’s voice returned, strained.“Ariana, listen carefully. You need to step away from him.”My breath caught. “From… who?”Silence.A heavy, awful silence.Leo’s hand brushed my elbow, trying to pull me slightly behind him. I

Ariana’s POV“I’m not going to soften this,” Ethan says.The city lights smear across the glass behind him, rain turning everything into warped reflections. He doesn’t step closer. Doesn’t touch me. It’s like he knows—one wrong movement and I’ll splinter.“Say it anyway,” I reply.My voice sounds steadier than I feel.He exhales through his nose, slow. Measured. The kind of breath you take before jumping.“The name I kept from you,” he says, “is Gabriel Navarro.”The room tilts.Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just enough that the edges blur and my stomach drops like I missed a step on the stairs.I grab the back of the chair beside me.Navarro.My mother’s maiden name. The name I stopped using when it became easier to pretend my childhood was something clean and forgettable.“That’s not—” I start, then stop. My tongue feels thick. “That’s not possible.”Ethan doesn’t interrupt. He just watches me, eyes sharp, tracking every micro-shift in my face like he’s afraid I’ll collapse.“

Ariana's POV “Where are you?” Ethan didn’t say hello. Ariana kept walking, phone pressed to her ear, forcing her voice to stay casual. “Out.” “Out where?” “Coffee.” “Which café?” She sighed. “Do you want the receipt too?” “Ariana.” His tone sharpened. “Don’t test me.” She slowed at the corner, pretending to check the streetlight while subtly glancing at the reflection in a shop window. The black sedan was still there. “I’m not testing you,” she said lightly. “Why are you interrogating me over caffeine?” “I’m not interrogating you over caffeine.” A beat. “I’m tracking the car behind you.” Her pulse jumped—but she refused to turn around. “You’re being dramatic,” she said. “Plate number ends in 972.” Her steps faltered. He wasn’t guessing. “That doesn’t mean they’re following me,” she insisted. “Ariana.” “What?” “Walk into the nearest public place. Now.” She clenched her jaw. “I can handle someone sitting in a car.” “No,” he said flatly. “Y