All Chapters of Unexpectedly Married to a Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Amelia,” Xavier murmured. “Whatever it is you’re hiding, I’ll wait. Just don’t shut me out completely.” Tears pricked my eyes again, but I nodded. “Okay.” He smiled faintly, the corners of his eyes softening. “Good. Because I don’t think I can go through another night of silence like earlier.” A quiet laugh escaped me, small, but real. “I’ll try not to make you.” “Promise?” “Promise.” He leaned closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. His hand lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, then dropped back to his side. “Sleep, Amelia.” As I lay down, he reached for the lamp and turned it off. Darkness filled the room, but for the first time that night, it didn’t feel suffocating. I could hear

Amelia's POV When Xavier returned from his study later, I was still sitting on the couch, phone clutched in my hand.He noticed instantly. “Something wrong?”I looked up, unsure of how to begin. My voice came out barely above a whisper. “Someone just texted me. About my parents.”He froze, his expression shifting. “Your parents?”I nodded, my grip tightening. “I don’t know who it is, but ”The phone buzzed again.Another message.[You deserve to know the truth before they come to find you themselves.]The blood drained from my face.Xavier took a step closer, reading the words over my shoulder. His jaw tensed. “Amelia, what’s going on?”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I think… they know.”He frowned. “Know what?”I met his eyes, and for the first time in days, I couldn’t hide anymore. My voice trembled as I said it.“That our marriage wasn't real.”The silence that followed was sharp enough to break something inside me.But I didn’t look away. Not this time.Xavier didn’t speak.Fo

Amelia's POV Xavier turned to me, and this time his voice was sharp. “Don’t say that. I do have to. Because whether you lied or not, you’re still my wife.” He paused, then added, quieter, “At least for now.” That last line hurt more than I expected. Before I could reply, a loud knock echoed from the front door. Once. Twice. My heart jumped into my throat. He glanced toward the sound, then at me. “Are you expecting someone?” I shook my head. The knock came again, louder this time. Xavier walked to the door, his posture tense, while I stood frozen. When he opened it, the sight that greeted us made my breath catch. “Amelia.” My mother’s voice. Cold. Familiar. Behind her stood my father Rinov, his expre

Amelia's POV A small, tired smile tugged at my lips. “You’re the one who taught me that.” He leaned back, closing his eyes briefly. “Then I guess we’ll face the fallout together.” Together. The word echoed in my mind like a quiet promise. For a long while, we just sat there with two broken pieces caught in the soft afterglow of a storm. The light coming through the curtains was thin and uncertain, like it wasn’t sure if it wanted to commit to a new day. Maybe that was fitting. I wasn’t sure I wanted to commit to it either. Xavier’s hand was still warm around mine. Every few seconds, his thumb brushed idly against my knuckles, like he was reminding himself that I was still there. That I hadn’t run. “I should probably start drafting a statement,” I murmured eventually. My voice sounded strange in t

Amelia's POV When we finally stood to leave, I hesitated near the door, watching the sunlight glint on the street. “It’s strange,” I murmured. “I thought today would feel like an ending.” He turned to me, his voice low but certain. “Maybe it’s not the end. Maybe it’s the first real beginning we’ve ever had.” I looked at him, at the quiet conviction in his eyes.For a moment, I just stood there at the edge of the restaurant doorway watching him. The light caught in his hair, painting him in gold. Something about that moment felt heavier than it should’ve been, like the air itself knew we were crossing into something we couldn’t take back. Xavier turned slightly, holding the door open for me. “Come on,” he said softly. “We’ll be late for the reservation.” I blinked, startled. &ldquo