บททั้งหมดของ Married To A Billionaire Tycoon After Divorce : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

OliverI walked out of the clinic with a long sigh, my fingers moving to massage my temple."Thank God," I thought, relief flooding me when I remembered Doctor Raymond’s words saying she was fine, though still weak, yes, but recovering.Still, the image of her would not leave my mind. God, I still couldn’t believe a man could do that to a woman. The cruelty… it made my chest tighten with anger. I didn’t know the full details of her relationship with that man, but from the way she was broken and humiliated, I was sure he was her husband.My jaw clenched as the memory forced itself back into my head.Two days ago.I went to Crescent Hill Estate, one of the estates I bought years ago but never had the time to visit because of my overloaded schedule. That morning, I decided to go alone. No guards, no driver. Just me.You know, sometimes I liked it that way, moving around without drawing unnecessary attention. Since most people didn’t recognize me, it made slipping through the world a litt

OliverI left my study room quietly, running a hand through my hair as I headed downstairs. Robert was already waiting for me in the living room, leaning lazily on the couch with that annoying grin plastered on his face.“Finally,” he said, standing up. “I thought you’d locked yourself up there for good.”“Shut up,” I muttered, adjusting my suit. Then I turned to the maids who were dusting the shelves. “Make sure Aliyah gets everything she needs. She’s not feeling too strong, so don’t let her lift a finger. Understand?”“Yes, sir,” they replied in unison, bowing slightly.I nodded and walked out with Robert following behind me. The driver and my other guards were already waiting beside the cars.“Where are we heading?” Robert asked, sliding into the passenger seat beside me.“I have a meeting with Mr. Benson at the downtown branch,” I replied, resting my head against the seat.He nodded, but before the car even started, I suddenly remembered that Aliyah didn’t have a phone.My brows d

Aliyah“Come,” he said softly, his deep voice cutting through the silence.I nodded and walked toward the dining table, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. I tried to act normal, but my hands were slightly trembling. The air around him was heavy, strong, calm, yet intimidating in a way that made me nervous.Dinner was already served. The maids stood at a respectful distance, waiting for his signal before leaving.He placed his phone aside and gestured for me to sit. “You should eat,” he said, his tone calm but firm.“Thank you,” I said quietly, sitting opposite him.The food looked too fancy for me to touch: grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, and some creamy sauce I couldn’t even name. But it smelled heavenly.He noticed how hesitant I looked and arched an eyebrow. “Do you not like it?”“No... no, it’s not that,” I stammered. “It looks… amazing. I’m just not used to this kind of food.”A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and it startled me because I had never seen him smile

AliyahMy heart was pounding so hard I could almost hear it echoing in my ears. I sat there, staring at Oliver in disbelief, trying to process what he had just said. Yeah, I knew he was right. Oliver White was the only man powerful enough to help me destroy Liam and everyone who had ruined my life. But marriage? Even if it was just for two years… could I really do it?I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. “Okay,” I finally said, my voice trembling. “If it’s just a contract marriage… I’ll do it.”A faint smile curved on his lips, but it vanished just as quickly as it came. His expression turned serious again, his blue eyes unreadable.“Good,” he said smoothly. “I’ll have my lawyer draft the contract tonight. It’ll be ready by tomorrow morning.”My heart raced even faster. I couldn’t tell if I had just made the smartest or dumbest decision of my life. Something about Oliver, his calm confidence, the authority in his voice made me feel like I could trust him. And yet, there was something

Oliver I walked down to the main living room and sat on the edge of the sofa, glancing at my wristwatch for what must have been the tenth time in the last ten minutes. She was taking her time, and strangely, I didn’t mind waiting.About thirty-five minutes later, my phone buzzed on the table. I glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Mr. Adrian Chu, one of my business partners from Singapore. I sighed and picked up. “Adrian.”“Oliver, good morning!” Adrian’s sharp, enthusiastic voice came through the line. “I just wanted to confirm—I’ll be in Singapore tomorrow for the final contract signing with the Tokyo investors. Will you be able to join us virtually, or are you planning to fly in?”I walked toward the wide window, my gaze fixed outside on the fountain in the courtyard. “Yes, Adrian, I’ll be there. Just send me the final draft before midnight.”“Perfect. Everything’s going smoothly on our end. And Oliver…” He paused, chuckling lightly. “I still can’t believe you managed to