All Chapters of Unexpectedly Married to a Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amelia’s POVSince that meeting in the library, my steps on campus have felt different. Not because I've become stronger, but because every whisper, every stare, seems to pierce me more."I heard she secretly married.""Is it true that her husband is rich?""Ah, how could that be? If so, why is she still studying like this?""If I were her, I would have left all this behind long ago and lived comfortably."The whispers swirled around me, like a relentless, cold wind. I tried to keep my head down, focusing on the book in my hands, but their voices always managed to penetrate my thin defenses.I don't know who first spread the rumor. Maybe Raisa. Maybe someone else. Either way, it grew wild, and I couldn't stop it.Samuel approached me in the corridor, his face looking concerned. "Amelia, are you okay?"I smiled weakly. "I don't look okay, do I?"He shrugged, then sighed. “You’ve never been good at hiding your face from me. I know you’re thinking about those rumors.”I stopped walking a

Amelia’s POV  Silence filled the room again. I could hear the ticking of the clock, could feel the cold creeping up from the floor to my body. I looked at Xavier once more. "What if I don't want this relationship, what if I want it all to end?" I asked softly, though my own heart trembled at those words. Xavier lifted his chin slightly, his gaze unwavering."Then I'll let you go. But I swear, before that happens, I'll make sure you're strong enough to walk alone. I won't let you break, Amelia. No matter who I have to fight." Those words closed the empty space in my chest. I fell silent, staring deeply at him, searching for something to reassure me. I saw more than just a cold, secretive man. I saw someone who, for some reason, had truly chosen to stand by my side. I lowered my head, letting my tears fall again. This time it wasn't just from pain, bu

Amelia’s POV Xavier looked at her directly. “Yes, Mom. She’s my wife. She belongs by my side, not here anymore. Don’t misunderstand me, I have no intention of separating Amelia from my family. But I want her to feel safe. The small rented house she lives in now isn’t a suitable place.” I lowered my head. I felt embarrassed, but also relieved. I'd always been accustomed to hiding the simplicity and crampedness of the rented room I called home. My father nodded slowly, either in agreement or mere resignation. I could read many things in his eyes, but he said nothing. Xavier gripped my hand tighter. "Come, Amelia." I nodded, though my heart was still pounding. We left the house without another word. A black car was waiting out front, its door open for us. The driver bowed politely, but I could feel his eyes darting over me with suppre

Amelia’s POV I felt my cheeks heat. “Maybe it’s because I truly feel trapped, Xavier. This marriage is all something that happened so quickly I never chose it.” “True.” His tone was flat, but his eyes glinted sharply. “But you chose to stay. That makes you different.” I lifted my head. Something in his words cut deep. Staying? Did I really choose that? Or did I just have no other choice? “I don’t know if staying is a choice,” I said, almost whispering. Xavier leaned back, his fingers lightly tapping the table surface. “Sometimes, choices aren’t immediately obvious. But every small step you take is a choice too.” I looked down at the cup in my hand. The faint quivering of the tea seemed to reflect my anxiety. Silence fell between us. Only the ticking of the wall cl

Amelia’s POVI woke up with a strange feeling, as if something was calming me even though I hadn’t slept well. Morning light filtered through the thin curtains, spilling a gentle glow onto the marble floor. For a moment I just lay there, trying to understand where I was. This large room still felt unfamiliar, with its high ceiling and furniture far too luxurious for me.But something was different from last night. The tightness in my chest wasn’t as heavy. I drew a slow breath, then sat on the edge of the bed.My steps carried me to the door. My heart raced, as if already knowing what I might find. Carefully, I turned the handle and opened it a little.And I was right.Outside, Xavier was still sitting on the wooden chair. His head had slumped forward, clearly asleep. Morning sunlight brushed across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw. There was weariness etched into his features, but also a strange serenity, as thoug