Todos los capítulos de Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

My black dress fell straight to my ankles, simple in the front, smooth through the waist, with thin straps over my shoulders that made them look longer without making it seem like I was trying too hard.I turned a little, studying my reflection. Not bad.I picked up my clutch, smoothed a strand of hair near my temple, then stepped out and turned toward Sienna’s room first.I opened the white door carved with seashells.The mermaid room still looked like someone had taken the ocean, soothed it, and set it gently inside four walls. Tiny starfish-shaped lights glowed softly. A smiling whale stretched across the mural on the wall. On the pale blue round rug, Sienna sat with her legs sprawled wide, short hair messy, bangs falling over her forehead, working on a puzzle with the kind of grave concentration that suggested the fate of entire nations rested on the clownfish piece in her left hand.Angela sat beside her, propping her chin on one hand, clearly deep into boredom mode.Sushi was cu

Nicholas moved first. He laid a light hand against my lower back, guiding me away from the dessert table, away from the pillar, away from the man in the black tux who had just made the back of my neck feel like it had been doused in ice water.“Going home?” I asked quietly.“Not yet.”“Where are we going?”“I need to pick something up.”“Where?”“My old penthouse.”The private elevator took us down to the lobby. Manhattan’s night air slapped me across the face the second the building doors opened. The driver was already waiting beside a gleaming black sedan. Nicholas opened the door for me. I got in without a word.The car glided past rows of city lights. The window reflected my face in a faint blur, and New York beyond the glass looked like an old rich woman who was still beautiful, still cold, and knew every secret her city had ever buried.Nicholas sat beside me and immediately reached for his phone. His tie was already slightly loosened.“What did you see in that man back there?”

It had been three days since that fucking little nostalgia trip in the penthouse of that damn amnesiac boy, and Manhattan bit at the tip of my nose as I stepped out of the car and stopped in front of Sea & Sun’s new building with a coffee too expensive to be worth what it cost.Three days ago, this space had still felt like a promise made too fast. Empty, cold, and full of possibilities that could keep me stressed out at three in the morning.Still...today was going to be a mess.I’d woken up with a mental list long enough to make a sane person change religions. At least Sienna was already taken care of. Off to school with Angela glued to her side and one of Nicholas’s drivers behind the wheel, looking more put together than most men in New York. I wasn’t too worried about the social part. Sienna could walk into a strange room and, five minutes later, act like she owned the building.Too bad, I had less charming survival skills.The chandelier for the meeting room still wasn’t confirm

And after that, everyone moved, and I made dinner.For the first time in her short, highly theatrical life, Sienna ate without giving too many speeches. She still managed to announce that my pasta was “good, but it needs more glitter,” then let out a tiny burp and blamed exhaustion as a lifestyle choice. After that, she nearly passed out in her chair.Getting her to bed was strangely easy. Maybe because by then she’d already cried, laughed, complained, argued about sexy jellyfish, and eaten two servings. Her energy died like the battery in a cheap toy. All I had to do was change her pajamas, pull the blanket up over her round little stomach, and kiss the short bangs that had fallen messily across her forehead.“Mommy,” she mumbled, eyes almost closed.“Hmm?”“If I wake up tomorrow and I’m a real mermaid... you’ll still love me, right?”I held back a smile. “Baby, even if you wake up as an orca with a pancake addiction, I’ll still love you.”She seemed satisfied with that answer. Her

I dabbed my mouth with my napkin. “Agree. This family does seem very relaxed.”Nicholas’s knee brushed mine under the table, just once.Lorenzo’s mother smiled faintly. “I’m glad you have a sense of humor. It will be useful. A family like this isn’t always kind to women who are... unaccustomed.”I held her gaze. “Thank God. I was raised by plenty of things that weren’t kind.”She tilted her head. “No doubt.” Then she turned to Nicholas. “How is Vittoria?”My spoon stilled in the air for half a second.“Stable,” Nicholas answered, still eating.“Still no change?”“No.”“What a pity.” Lorenzo’s mother exhaled softly, her eyes dropping to her wineglass. “That girl had become so close to this family. We all worked so hard on a reception worthy of her and you. If good news comes and everything needs to be salvaged, I could certainly help oversee the reception for the two of you. It would be such a shame to let all of it go to waste.”The spoons kept moving. Glasses were still being touched