All Chapters of The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I had no idea how long Rafael and I had been sitting there at our table, talking and laughing about the most random things. Time felt strangely elastic around him. Stretching without me noticing, as if the clock itself had decided to take a break. It was the kind of ease I never felt whenever I was with Leandro. With Rafael, there was no tension coiling in my stomach, no awkward pauses that felt like heavy stones between us. I didn’t find myself second-guessing the meaning of his words or searching for some hidden malice behind his smile. It was almost disorienting, this comfort. Like I’d known him for years instead of just… well, not nearly long enough to feel this at home. And maybe it made me realize something important. That not all the rich, well-dressed people I’d met were like the others, the ones who looked at me as if I were some inconvenience that had wandered into their perfect little world. My eyes drifted from our table to the crowd around us. I couldn’t tell if it was

Leandro grabbed my bottle of water without asking and went straight to the counter, paying for it along with the things he had picked up. Meanwhile, I walked toward a table tucked into the corner of the store and sank into the chair, grateful for a moment to breathe and to calm the chaos in my chest. When he returned, he placed the bag of his purchases down on the table before sliding my water back to me. “Here,” he said simply. I didn’t waste another second. The dryness in my throat was unbearable, and I twisted the cap open with slightly trembling hands, gulping down the cool liquid as if it were the only thing anchoring me to the present moment. He didn’t comment, just settled into the chair across from me, silent, his dark gaze steady and unreadable as he waited for me to finish. But silence has always been dangerous when it comes to him. My mind, traitorous as ever, dragged me back to the memory of what had happened at the bar earlier. The moment when everything had turned su

“What?!” I exclaimed in shock, my voice laced with confusion. “Where did you even get that idea?” My mind raced instantly. Did she somehow find out that Leandro and I were together at the bar last night? The thought alone made my chest tighten, so I drew in a deep breath, ready to explain myself to her. But she wasn’t budging. Whatever I said didn’t matter because her anger was clearly stronger than reason. “Everything!” she shouted again, her words slicing through me like knives as she attacked me with her accusations. I instinctively stepped back, inch by inch, trying to avoid her storm. But she kept charging forward, relentless, until she finally caught up to me. “Are you enjoying this?! Does it make you happy to seduce my fiancé?!” she demanded, her voice sharp, and her words tumbling out one after another. “What’s your problem, Luciana? I'm not seducing Leandro!” I tried to reason with her, though my heart pounded so fast I wasn’t sure she’d even hear me. But instead of s

I didn't know what to think first. Should I process what he said about not loving Luciana... or the fact that I'm here, standing in front of his house?When the car finally stopped, he immediately stepped out, moving with that calm, composed air of his, while my hands fumbled with the seatbelt to catch up with him. I was still trying to gather my thoughts when the car door suddenly opened from his side. I froze for a second, startled, especially when he slightly bent forward, reaching out as if he was about to lift me.My eyes widened and I instinctively raised my hand, shaking my head quickly. "No."The faint crease in his brows deepened, confusion flickering across his face as if he couldn't quite understand why I stopped him. I exhaled sharply, trying to sound firm despite the way my heart was pounding."I can walk," I said softly, forcing a small smile. "I'm fine."His jaw tightened, a subtle clench that told me he didn't agree with me one bit. But to my relief, he didn't argue. A

Even though I quickly averted my gaze from him, I still waited for his answer. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, his words kept replaying in my head like a broken record. I had this gnawing feeling that I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight until I heard his explanation.“Why?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly.I swallowed hard, feeling a wave of nervousness and embarrassment wash over me. What if he thought I was being too nosy? What if he wondered why I was still curious about this after everything? My fingers fiddled with the hem of my blouse under the table while I bit my lower lip, forcing myself to sit up straighter and muster some courage. Finally, I turned to face him again, even though my heart was thudding against my ribs.“I’m just… curious if you’re telling the truth,” I admitted softly. “I-It’s just hard to believe… since you’re engaged to her.” My voice came out hesitant as I gave a small shrug, trying to make it sound casual even though my insides were anyt