Todos los capítulos de Married To My Billionaire Stranger : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 18

I startle badly, using my hands to knock down a pen holder by mistake.I awkwardly arrange it back before turning to the person.A man is standing a few feet away.I hadn't even heard the door open.He's tall, with dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, as though he had run a careless hand through it one too many times. His features are softer, with an almost boyish handsomeness that makes him look younger than he probably is. There's something naturally playful about his face—the slight curve of his lips, the warmth in his eyes, the kind of expression that makes it difficult to imagine him taking anything too seriously.His gaze drops to my hand.Then to the photograph I was reaching for.Then back to me.I try to play it off."I wasn't touching anything."His eyes turn back to the paper I was reaching for."Of course."I straighten my posture, ready to defend myself. But then he smiles.It's not really a kind smile—neither would you call it an unkind smile."This is usually

Chapter 14Luxury.Everywhere.It was like heaven had gates, and I had just driven into it.From the perfectly trimmed lawns to the enormous sculptures positioned strategically around the property, everything screamed wealth.My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as I take in the entrance to Andrew's parents' home.The car glides smoothly along the curved driveway, the tires barely making a sound against the paved path.I turn my head from one side to the other, trying to take everything in.The gardens are immaculate. The fountains look like something straight out of a movie. Even the trees seem deliberately placed, their branches trimmed into perfect shapes.I'd never seen anything like this in my life.It doesn't look like a house.It looks like an ancient palace—Except this one is somehow even more beautiful."Ma'am, I'll drop you at the door and drive off to look for somewhere to park," the driver says from the front seat.I nod absentmindedly, still staring outside.Apparentl

“What the fuck was that with my brother?”I stare up at him, holding my breath.“What… what do you mean?”“You know exactly what I mean,” he spits out.“Actually…” I steady myself. “I don’t.”He leans his other hand against the wall behind me, his breathing heavy.“You were smiling at everything, being unnecessarily accommodating. What the hell was that?”“Wasn’t I supposed to please them?” I frown, trying to understand the words coming out of his mouth.“Yes—not lose yourself to that goddamn Daniel!” he says directly in my face.Already getting frustrated, I shove his hands away from my sides with both of mine.“Well, at least I’m doing something more than sitting and acting like I was the one who needed a fake husband for something.”He grabs my neck—not hard, but firm enough to force my face up so I have to look directly at him.“Watch your tone,” he seethes.“Or else what?”The dare hangs between us, tense and unspoken. He weighs his options, fighting whatever temper is threatenin

Chapter 18Andrew is standing beside the counter, his hands resting on the surface, his back facing me.He doesn’t seem to notice my presence there as I take in the sight before me.The fridge door is left open, the cabinet door is also open, with broken glass pieces scattered on the floor.In front of Andrew rests a glass cup with a vodka bottle.His suit jacket is thrown over the sink.I trip slightly towards the door, making him turn to me at the sound.His tie is hanging loose around his neck, his white shirt’s first two buttons unbuttoned, his hair messy.His eyes looking at me are bloodshot red.For several seconds, neither of us speaks, but his eyes take in my form.I'd changed into my usual nightwear—a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts far too small to be called decent. I'd never cared much about fancy lingerie or nightwear. It seemed like an unnecessary expense.But under his stare, I suddenly wished I'd chosen something else, but I didn’t really expect to come out and meet hi