Semua Bab Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Night was falling, and the city lit up in dazzling brilliance. Skyscrapers shimmered under neon lights.Click--click--click--The sharp staccato of red-soled echoed down the empty hallway. Slender, manicured fingers tapped the keypad of the penthouse's glass door, inputting the code with icy precision.Beep--The door slid open.A faint, enigmatic smile curled at the corner of Cecilia's lips.The apartment was dim, barely lit. But it was still clear to see. From the entryway to the living room, the floor was littered with clothing--a lace-edged La Perla bra, this season's Oscar de la Renta gown, and, most notably, a pair of sheer black panties.Outside the bedroom door, she could hear it--the muffled gasps of a woman, the low groans of a man, and the unmistakable stench of lust thick in the air.She didn't flinch. With a single motion, she shoved the door open.The scene was a masterpiece of debauchery--sweat, perfume, and the sour tang of sex. She lifted her finger to her nose, w

The grand ballroom of Oheka Castle glittered under crystal chandeliers, its French-inspired arches framing a sea of the world's most privileged guests. Cecilia Martin and Ronald Donovan had chosen this fairytale setting for their engagement party. Champagne flutes clinked, couture gowns whispered across marble floors, and yet--No bride. No groom.Gia smirked from her perch near the entrance, watching Rolls-Royces and Bentleys disgorge confused attendees. Her manicured fingers tightened around her clutch.Perfect.Ronald wasn't coming. That much she knew. It wasn't that he was afraid--he simply couldn't show his face. Everyone in their circle knew Cecilia's reputation, fiery, unpredictable, and dangerous when crossed. If she decided to explode in this party, she'd take everyone down with her--Ronald included.And Cecilia? That prideful bitch would rather set herself on fire than face this crowd as the punchline of the evening."WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?" Edward Martin's snarl cut t

In front of the City Hall.Cecilia stood frozen, staring blankly at the marriage certificate resting quietly in her palm. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.As far as she knew, they were supposed to apply for a marriage license, hold a ceremony, and recite vows in front of witnesses for the union to be legal.So what just happened?What exactly did Liam say again?"You needed a fiancé for your show. I need a wife for mine.""I know someone at City Hall. Bring your ID and don't worry, it's just paper. No vows, no real marriage."Cecilia shook her head, the summer sun blazed overhead, scorching her scalp and skin with searing heat."All done." Liam slipped one of the certificates into his pocket."So now what?" Cecilia followed a step behind him, bewildered."Now?" He flagged down a taxi without even looking at her. "Now we go our separate ways. I'll let you know when the wedding is scheduled.""And this--?""Don't overthink it. Like you said--just a show." He slid into the cab and

Ronald had thought she would calm down after a few days. Instead, she'd given him blow after blow--and now, she added a slap to the list.It didn't hurt, but under the gaze of over a hundred onlookers, her unapologetic strike shattered every ounce of poise he'd worn like armor."Cecilia, have you lost your damn mind? It's time to get back to your real life!" Ronald ground out, fingers vise-locking around her wrist.She twisted free, stumbling back against the wall. Her vodka-hazed gaze slid to Nick's still-unconscious form sprawled on the floor."This is my life," she slurred, lip curling. "Unlike you, still choking on your own pathetic delusions."Ronald's laugh could've flash-frozen the room. "OH? THIS IS YOUR LIFE?" He jabbed a finger at her disheveled state."Half-naked and blackout drunk with some random junkie--" His voice shattered into a roar."Since when do you get a vote?" Cecilia fired back, each word a scalpel. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU NOW?"Ronald froze. The Cecilia he kn

At exactly eight in the morning, like clockwork, Cecilia opened her eyes.The aftermath of her hangover hit her in full force--a jackhammer to the temples. Then came the other pain--a deep, throbbing ache radiating from her hips down.What the hell--?Strange bed. Strange room. And even stranger... her own body felt foreign.She stared in stunned silence at the messy sheets, then down at herself--completely naked.Her headache intensified instantly.What the hell happened last night?She... She really had a one-night stand with a stranger?!No. No no no--Wait--she vaguely remembered seeing someone familiar...But who?Cecilia grabbed her pounding head, trying to chase the fragments of memory swirling through the fog. The more she tried, the worse the pain got."Ugh, fuck!" she hissed between her teeth, wincing as she tried to shift her position. One of her unfortunate quirks when drinking was not just killer headaches--but complete memory loss.After lying there for nearly half an ho