All Chapters of Rejected Bride, Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The car ride to Alexander’s office was silent except for the hum of the engine and the occasional hiss of traffic. I sat rigidly in the leather seat, my hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles turned pale. I didn’t know why I’d agreed to come here. Perhaps curiosity. Perhaps defiance. Perhaps because a part of me—an unwanted, traitorous part—wanted to see who Alexander King truly was when the masks fell away.His world. His kingdom.The driver pulled into a sleek glass tower that seemed to scrape the clouds themselves. King Enterprises glistened like a monument to power, its steel edges gleaming under the midday sun. People swarmed at its base—businessmen in pressed suits, assistants clutching files, delivery men weaving through the crowd—yet all of them moved with the same energy: haste, urgency, reverence.It was as if the entire building pulsed with Alexander’s presence.He stepped out of the car first, commanding attention without a single word. His tailored suit caugh

The slam of heels against marble warned me before Isabella’s voice did.“You,” she hissed the moment she entered the living room, eyes flashing with venom. “Do you have the faintest idea what you’ve done?”I blinked up from the book in my lap, though I hadn’t turned a page in twenty minutes. “Excuse me?”She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she tossed a newspaper onto the coffee table so hard the vase rattled. King Enterprises Faces Hostile Takeover — Rival Companies Circle. The headline screamed back at me.My stomach dropped, but I forced myself to look up calmly. “And this has what to do with me?”“Oh, don’t you dare,” she snapped, pacing like a predator. “Ever since you slithered your way into Alexander’s life, everything has been spiraling out of control. Do you think it’s a coincidence? You’re a distraction, Elena. His enemies smell it, and they’re using you against him.”I set the book aside, deliberately slow, meeting her fury with steel. “A weakness? That’s what you call it

The knock barely faded before Alexander moved. He strode across the room, yanked the door open, and filled the frame with his presence like a storm contained in human form.Isabella blinked up at him, her lips curved in that sly smile that always felt like a blade dipped in sugar. Miss Bennett stood a step behind her, polished and smug, as if she had every right to be in his home, in his space, in his life.“You forget yourself,” Alexander said, his voice a whipcrack.Isabella’s smile faltered. “I was only—”“You were only undermining my wife.” His words sliced clean through the air. The silence that followed was absolute, heavy. Even Miss Bennett’s smirk twitched.Isabella laughed, brittle and sharp. “Your wife? You mean the girl who’s here because of a contract? Do you think anyone in this family doesn’t know? You can parade her around all you want, Alexander, but everyone sees the truth. She’s temporary. Replaceable.”Before I could even react, before the sting of her words could f

The mansion was too big for silence, and yet silence was all it held.I spent the next day avoiding him. No, dodging him. Like a shadow moving from one corner of the house to another, I charted paths where his footsteps wouldn’t fall.Breakfast was untouched. I lingered in my room, waiting until the clink of silverware and the faint scrape of his chair drifted away before I dared to come down. Lunch, I feigned disinterest, pacing the gardens like a prisoner pretending the roses were freedom. Dinner—well, I didn’t even try. I locked the door, claimed a headache, and ate nothing.But his presence haunted me anyway.I’d hear the low murmur of his voice in the study, sharp words rolling into silence when he realized I was near. The faint thud of his shoes crossing the marble late at night. The muted slam of a door, the echo stretching down the corridors like a warning. He was everywhere, even when I tried to erase him from sight.I passed him once in the hallway.It was accidental. I had

The mansion no longer felt like a home—it felt like a fortress under siege.By noon, the world had devoured the story. News anchors, tabloids, business channels—every screen carried Alexander’s name alongside words like attack, assault, and ruthless billionaire. The footage of him walking into his office that morning, perfectly composed, only fueled the flames. He didn’t deny anything. He didn’t dodge questions. When asked directly if he had ordered the assault, he simply looked at the cameras and said, “Actions have consequences.”It was everywhere.I sat in the drawing room, phone buzzing endlessly on the table beside me. Old friends, strangers, even journalists slipped into my messages with thinly veiled curiosity: Is it true? Did he really do it? Are you safe?Safe. The word scraped against me.Isabella stormed into the room without knocking, her cheeks flushed with outrage. “Have you seen the news?” she demanded, waving her phone as if I had somehow been spared the onslaught. “He