Unexpectedly Married to a Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Amelia’s POVMy phone was hot in my hand. My fingers kept pressing the call button, hoping Zack’s voice would answer on the other end. But the screen only flashed the terrifying words: number inactive.I glanced at the digital clock. A little past ten. That meant I had been standing here at the Civil Affairs Bureau for over two hours, waiting. Waiting with anxiety, restlessness, and a creeping sense of despair.Zack should’ve been here long ago. We had an appointment. Wasn’t he the one who insisted on settling this marriage as soon as possible? Then why had he suddenly vanished?The question kept circling in my mind, twisting my stomach in knots. What if he had changed his mind? What if this was all just a cruel joke?A voice suddenly broke into my thoughts. “Miss Amelia, how is it going?”I looked up. One of the bureau staff was watching me with a polite but curious gaze.I drew in a shaky breath. “My fiancé hasn’t arrived yet,” I said softly.The man nodded with a sympathetic look.

Amelia’s POVMy mother kept pressuring me endlessly, as if my life existed only to serve her will. This time, she pushed me again, saying I had to quickly find another man to marry. Only then, she claimed, could my past be cut off, and Raisa—the daughter she always praised—wouldn’t feel hurt anymore.I stayed silent. Truly, I didn’t know what to do. My indecent photos had already spread, becoming the subject of gossip everywhere. How could I possibly find a husband easily? What sane man would want to bind himself to a woman the world already branded as tainted?I had even tried blind dates countless times. The result? Always rejection. No one was willing.I had gotten used to it, really. Since long ago, every little mistake I made had always made me the target of Lidya’s rage. But this time, she considered it the most fatal mistake of my life. She treated me as though I was the root cause of our entire family’s downfall.The memories came back, so bitter. Whenever Raisa and I had even

Amelia’s POV I was utterly confused. How could that man look so much like my husband?I held my breath for a moment when our eyes almost met, but I quickly turned my face away. Impossible—of course it wasn’t him. That man was Xavier Aprilio, the first grandson of the highly respected Aprilio family. Everyone knew him—at least through stories and rumors that spread around. From the way he looked at people, the way he spoke, even the way he walked—it was all completely different from my Xavier.My husband’s name was Xavier Lewis. He was a nobody, just a simple man with gentle eyes and a soft expression. His golden-blond hair fell to his shoulders, warm like sunlight. But the man standing in that room… was nothing like him.His jet-black hair was neatly cut, every strand arranged as if to emphasize his authority. He looked so handsome, so charismatic—like a star shining too brightly to gaze at for long. I swallowed hard, trying to convince myself. Just a coincidence. Just a face that lo

Amelia’s POV I took a taxi back to my rented place. The whole ride, my mind was restless, haunted by the image of the man I had seen at the party earlier. I didn’t know why I was so curious—when I shouldn’t be. I was married, wasn’t I? I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about another man. But when I thought about my own marriage, a bitter smile curved my lips. What kind of marriage was this? Too rushed, without love, nothing but a business arrangement. Nothing else behind it.With hesitation, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Samuel, asking him to dig up information about Xavier Aprilio. The moment the message was sent, regret instantly washed over me. Why was I bothering with him at all?But my thoughts scattered when my phone rang. It was Samuel calling.“You’re asking about Xavier Aprilio? What business do you have with him?” he asked suspiciously.&ldqu

Amelia’s POV Earlier, I was worried that once the old lady’s family arrived, they would misunderstand me.I was never good at handling situations like that. So when I saw a police officer on patrol, I decided to leave the old lady in his care. That seemed like the safest option. At least I felt relieved, knowing she wouldn’t be alone anymore.I drew a long breath when a sleek black car stopped at the end of the street. Even behind its dark tinted windows, I could feel the cold, sharp aura radiating from inside. I quickly lowered my head and walked away. Deep down, I knew—that must be the old lady’s family.I didn’t want to get involved any further.I had only intended to help. Nothing more. I was never good at facing rich families, especially when they might take things the wrong way. So when I spotted that police officer earlier, handing her over to him was the best thing I could do.But as I walked