All Chapters of Married To A Billionaire Tycoon After Divorce : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LiamI leaned back on the couch, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips as I sipped my coffee.For the first time in years, I felt… free. Truly free. No pretense, no forced smiles, no awkward silence in the house. Just peace.It has been six days, six wonderful, peaceful days since Aliyah finally walked out of my life.It felt like being released from a cage I didn’t even build for myself. I didn’t owe her anything anymore. Not her fake kindness, not her pitiful eyes, not her forced presence. At last, I could finally breathe again.I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, but as always, memories crept in like unwanted guests.I could still remember the moment I woke up in the hospital after being in a coma for months. Everyone was crying, saying how lucky I was to be alive. But then came the worst part: they told me I had to marry a woman I didn’t even know.A woman who had donated one of her kidneys to save me.Yeah, I was grateful. Of course, I was. But marriage? Seriously? That’s too mu

Who are you?The woman’s cold, sharp voice made my heart skip a beat. She stood in front of me, her eyes filled with disgust as if I were something she’d stepped on accidentally.“I... I’m Aliyah,” I stuttered, trying to sound polite.She smirked, folding her arms across her chest. “Aliyah? Is that supposed to be the name of a human?”Her tone was dripping with sarcasm and venom. I swallowed my anger, forcing a tight smile. This wasn’t the time or place to cause trouble. I didn’t even know who she was, and yet she spoke to me like she owned the entire world.The secretary gave me a pleading look, his eyes saying, Please don’t respond. Then he spoke carefully, “Ms. Alicia, please take it easy. She’s Mrs...”“I don’t care who she is!!” she snapped, cutting him off before he could finish.Mrs? I blinked, realizing what he was about to say. Did she already know that Oliver and I were married? Or was that exactly what made her so angry?“What the hell are you doing here?” Alicia shouted,

OliverI was still fuming with anger as I gently opened the car door for Aliyah.God, I still couldn’t believe that brat had dared to raise her hand on her. How could she? Was it because I have been too nice to her all these years?Alicia’s family and I had been close friends since before my parents died. She was spoiled because she was their only child and used to getting everything she wanted. I knew she had feelings for me, yes, I knew, but not even for once did I ever see her as a woman. To me, she was nothing more than a kid sister.I sighed heavily, clenching my fists to stop myself from breaking something. The car was silent except for Aliyah’s quiet breathing.She rested against me, her head on my shoulder, her fingers clutching the edge of my suit like she was afraid I would disappear if she let go. Every few seconds, she shivered... small, barely noticeable tremors, but I felt every one of them.I reached for her hand, wrapping my fingers around hers.“Does it hurt?” I ask

Aliyah Oliver stepped out of the bathroom, his damp hair tousled, water glistening on his skin, a white towel slung low around his waist. Oh, my God. I froze completely. My mind went blank. I wanted to look away, but it's too late as my eyes were already glued to his sexy, tempting and hot body. His chest was broad and sculpted, droplets sliding slowly down to his abdomen. The light from the chandelier hit his skin just right, making him look like he was carved out of perfection itself. Good lord! Is he trying to seduce me? God, I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to run my hands over his hot, tempting body, how his cock would feel touching my clit and fucking me hard until I screamed my lungs out. "No, no, no. You are born again, you are born again. You shouldn't be thinking that way." I chanted in my head, but he's not helping matters with the way he was stripping me naked with his eyes. Please, don't blame me for behaving like a high school girl seeing her crush

AliyahWhen we were done eating, Oliver stood up and extended his hand to me.“Come on,” he said with that calm, deep voice that somehow made my stomach twist every time I heard it.I looked at his hand for a moment before slipping mine into his. His palm was warm, firm, reassuring. As he led me toward the living room, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to this time.When we got there, I made a move to sit on one of the couches, but before I could, he sat down first and patted his lap.“Sit,” he said casually.I blinked, thinking he must be joking. “What?”“Sit on my lap,” he repeated, a playful glint in his eyes.I gasped and quickly shook my head. “No! I can’t... There are people here!”The maids were pretending to dust the shelves and adjust the flowers, but I could feel their eyes on us. My whole face went red.Oliver, of course, didn’t care. He simply smiled, that slow, confident smile that both annoyed and melted me at the same time, and before I could protest again, he r