All Chapters of The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

Leandro and I talked about a lot of things that night. The sea breeze was soft against my skin, and the moonlight reflected faintly in his eyes as if the world had paused just to let us breathe. There was something about that moment, about sitting beside him, hearing his calm voice, that made everything feel lighter, even when the things we talked about were anything but. We even talked about his father’s death. He said it was an accident, but their mother blamed Rafael for it. Leandro and Rafael have always been very different from each other, back then and even now. According to Leandro, Rafael started to lose his way after he and Atasha broke up. He would go out drinking a lot, barely came home, and their parents couldn’t control him anymore. That night, when Rafael was at a bar, their father decided to pick him up himself. But before he even got there, he got into a car accident and died. As Leandro spoke, I could feel the heaviness in his tone. His fingers were loosely intertw

Everything that came out of Luciana's mouth during that press conference was pure, deliberate lies. And even though I was seething with anger-so furious that I could barely breathe, I still forced myself to finish watching until the end. It wasn't fear that filled my chest. I wasn't scared that people might believe her. No, that wasn't it. What I felt was something much heavier-pure rage and disgust. Rage because she dared to stand there, so calm and confident, twisting the truth and pretending to be the victim when she was the one who had done the most damage. She really wanted to destroy me. That was all she wanted. She wanted everyone to look at me with disgust, to paint me as the woman who ruined her perfect life. I was only just beginning to find my place in my career, finally building something of my own, and yet here she was-doing everything she could to tear it all apart. I paused the video for a second, trying to steady my breathing. My hand was trembling so badly that I

Before I could even process everything that had happened, I woke up the next morning with Trina standing right in front of me. I was still half-asleep, barely sitting up from my bed, when she barged in and started shaking me awake. I was too startled to even argue. My body screamed for more sleep, but there was no escaping her energy. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice still hoarse and heavy with sleep. My eyes were half-closed as I tried to focus on her face. “Get up, quick!” she said almost shouting as she shook my shoulders harder. “You need to see this!” Her tone immediately made my heart race. I frowned, confused, rubbing my eyes before finally sitting up straight. “Why? What happened?” “Just watch it!” she insisted, her hands trembling slightly as she handed me her phone. That was when I noticed it, her hands really were shaking. I reached out and took the phone from her, still groggy, but the moment I heard his voice, the fog in my head disappeared completely. It was L

I couldn’t speak right away after hearing what Madame Celestine wanted. The mockery in her eyes said it all. She was testing me again, watching closely if I’d falter. And because I didn’t want her to keep thinking I was only after her son’s money, I slowly nodded in agreement. “Good,” she said shortly before exhaling deeply and turning toward her bodyguards. One of them stepped forward, carrying a brown envelope, and handed it to her. My gaze immediately dropped to it, and I already knew what it was, the prenuptial agreement she mentioned. I knew what it meant, but somehow, my mind refused to process everything. She opened the envelope with deliberate calmness, pulling out a stack of thick documents before sliding them across the table toward me. Even in her poise, I could feel the weight in her every move, a silent reminder of the vast distance between our worlds. “This,” she said in a low, measured tone, “is the prenuptial agreement.” My chest tightened as my eyes landed on th

Leandro and I celebrated our engagement with so much joy, and what made me even happier was how he refused to leave out the people who mattered to me. Through that gesture alone, I felt even more certain that he truly loved me, that he'd do anything just to make me happy. I stood by the window of our room, holding a glass of wine in my hand, watching my friends laughing and chatting outside. A smile tugged at my lips. It had been so long since I'd seen them this carefree. It was like everyone had escaped their busy, stressful routines for one night. Even Trina, who had just met my work friends for the first time, fit in so naturally that you'd think they'd known each other for years. Leandro blended in, too. He was sitting with them, laughing at Theo's jokes, completely relaxed like he wasn't a boss but just another friend sharing a drink and good company. Seeing him like that made my chest feel warm. "Gigi, sweetheart..." Grandma's voice called softly from the bed. I turned immed