All Chapters of The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I tried to stay strong, to hold myself together despite everything that happened. My mind felt heavy, and my heart carried a double weight. Worry for Grandma, and for Trina too. The fire didn’t just destroy our home; it burned through the peace I’d been trying so hard to protect. So many were affected by it, but I hadn’t heard from most of our neighbors yet. Thankfully, I’d already checked on Tito and Tita, and compared to Grandma and Trina, they were safe. Their condition wasn’t serious, and that gave me a small piece of relief.Still, I couldn’t shake the hollow feeling inside me.I stayed in the hospital waiting area, staring blankly at the floor tiles, wondering where to even begin picking up the pieces. I didn’t know how to start again, how to rebuild when everything I worked for had been reduced to ashes. Even with Leandro by my side, I still felt like I was falling apart inside.The hallways were quiet. The only sounds were the soft footsteps of passing nurses and the faint hum

I wanted to open the box Grandma had kept so carefully for me. I had no idea what was inside, and the same question kept looping in my head: why had she never given it to me until now? The box felt heavier than it looked. It was small, a little wooden thing with a carved lid that fit perfectly beneath my palms. I traced the grooves with my thumb, the motions automatic, as if the touch of the wood might reveal secrets without me having to break the lock. The carved name on the lid gleamed faintly under the soft light of the living room lamp. My name. “What do you think is inside?” I asked Aunt Amelia, then glanced at Leandro. He was watching me quietly, his expression thoughtful. “And why did I only find this now? Why did she hide it from me?” No one answered. The silence that followed felt heavy, not the waiting kind but the thick pause of people unsure what to say. Faces softened and then turned away. I almost slapped my forehead in frustration . Why did I expect them to know? It

The moment I pushed open the heavy doors of the mansion, my name sliced through the air like a warning. “Gianna!” Leandro’s voice was sharp and loud, filled with urgency that froze me right where I stood. The sound echoed across the grand foyer, bouncing off polished marble floors and tall white columns. I paused, breath caught somewhere in my chest. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind on the drive home, but somehow the reality felt harsher. My heartbeat had not calmed since the cemetery. The echo of Luciana’s laughter, the sting of her words, and the memory of her nails digging into my skin clung to me like smoke. When I lifted my gaze, I saw Leandro emerging from the living room with long, hurried strides. The worry etched on his face was unmistakable. His jaw was set tightly and his brows were drawn together. His eyes scanned me up and down like he was searching for something wrong. “Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice vibrating with irritation and something sharpe

I started to heal and live again because that’s how life goes, right? Life doesn’t stop for grief or pain, even if our hearts sometimes wish it would. We need to move forward so we can finally mend the wound that neither of us caused, that neither of us ever wanted to carry. And yet, moving forward is never as simple as it sounds. There are days when I still catch myself pausing, staring at nothing, feeling the hollow ache that Grandma’s absence left in my chest. I remind myself, over and over, that healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means finding the courage to continue living, even when the past still whispers cruelly in my ear. It hasn’t been easy for me. Every morning, I force myself to get out of bed, to dress, to face the world, even though a part of me still wants to curl up and disappear. I manage, fighting every day, even though there isn’t a moment when I don’t miss grandma. She was my anchor, my compass, my safe haven, and now I was drifting without her. I had accepted l

Dinner last night went beautifully, more beautiful than I had expected. For the first time in a long while, Leandro, Rafael, and their grandfather were finally seated together at the same table again. The mansion felt different with all of them present, warmer, lighter, as if the heavy air that had been hanging over this place for so long had finally lifted, even just for one night.I had spent most of the afternoon in the kitchen, assisting the chef and making sure that every dish served was something they would all enjoy. I wanted the meal to feel special, not just because they were all together, but because moments like that felt rare now. I watched them quietly from my seat at the end of the table. Leandro looked tired but relaxed. Rafael was unusually quiet, perhaps savoring the peace. And Don Severino looked genuinely happy. That alone made everything worth it.Even though Madame Celestine was not around, the meal was still full of laughter and conversation. In some strange way,