Semua Bab Married To The Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Amara had always imagined her wedding day as something beautiful. A small church, flowers in her hair, her mother smiling in the front row, tears in her father’s eyes as he gave her away.But there were no flowers today. No music. No warmth.Only the cold, echoing silence of the grand Hale estate’s private hall, where a marriage was about to be sealed—not with love, but with signatures and contracts.She stood in a simple ivory dress chosen not by her, but by Lucian’s assistant. It fit her body perfectly, but it felt heavy, like chains around her shoulders. Her hair had been pinned back tightly, every strand in place, as if perfection could make her worthy of standing beside him.Lucian Hale was waiting at the altar, dressed in a tailored black suit. He looked every inch the powerful billionaire the world admired: tall, striking, untouchable. But there was no trace of joy in his expression. His lips were set in a firm line, his dark eyes as cold as ever.The officiant cleared his thro

Amara had never felt so nervous in her life.Lucian had informed her that morning that she would accompany him to a business dinner. No request. No option. Just a command.“Remember your role,” he said while adjusting his tie, not sparing her a glance. “Smile when I say smile. Stay silent unless spoken to. Don’t embarrass me.”Her chest tightened at his coldness, but she nodded anyway. She had no choice.That evening, she followed him into the glittering banquet hall of an upscale hotel. The chandeliers sparkled above, and the air buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. Powerful businessmen and their wives filled the tables, all eyes drawn to Lucian Hale the moment he entered.He was magnetic, untouchable, every inch the ruthless billionaire they admired. And beside him was Amara—his plain, timid bride.Whispers rose immediately.“Is that his wife?”“She looks so ordinary…”“She won’t last long.”The words stung, but Amara kept her head down, gripping her clutch tightly as Lucian l

The morning after the kiss, Amara could barely look at herself in the mirror.Her lips still tingled. Her heart still raced when she remembered the way Lucian had pressed against her, his breath hot, his kiss rough and desperate.But his words echoed louder than anything else.That kiss meant nothing.She gripped the edge of the sink, forcing the tears back. She would not let him see her cry again.By the time she stepped out of her room, she wore a calm face, though her chest was tight.The mansion was quiet. The staff avoided her eyes as they moved through the halls. Amara wandered aimlessly, her footsteps leading her to a hallway she hadn’t explored before.That’s when she heard voices.Lucian’s voice—deep, steady, sharp as always.And another. Older, colder.She crept closer, her body pressed against the wall.“Father,” Lucian was saying, his tone respectful but clipped.Mr. Hale Sr. sighed, the sound heavy with disdain. “Lucian, I tolerated this little… arrangement of yours becau

The next evening, Lucian brought Amara to another social event. A networking gala, he called it. To her, it was just another room filled with strangers who whispered behind their champagne glasses and stared at her as though she didn’t belong.Amara walked beside Lucian, her heels clicking against the polished floor. His hand rested lightly on her back, not out of affection but control. He guided her like one might guide a business accessory, his face the same cold mask he always wore.“Smile,” he muttered under his breath as they entered the hall.She forced her lips into a curve, though her chest ached.The crowd welcomed Lucian instantly. Men shook his hand with respect, women leaned in too close, their eyes full of admiration and desire. Amara stood at his side quietly, invisible in his shadow.Until someone noticed her.“Mrs. Hale?”The voice was warm, unexpected. Amara turned and found a man smiling at her. He looked to be in his early thirties, tall with kind brown eyes and a p

The line clicked off.Amara staggered back a step, her chest aching as though someone had tightened a fist around her heart. He had said it himself—this marriage was nothing, just appearances. Yet still, why did it hurt so much to hear it again?She turned to retreat, but her slipper brushed the marble floor, too loud in the silence.The study door swung open.Lucian stood there, tall and sharp, his phone still in his hand. His eyes found her instantly, narrowing with suspicion.“What are you doing here?” His voice was cold, controlled.Amara’s lips trembled, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. “I… I couldn’t sleep.”“Couldn’t sleep,” he repeated flatly, his expression unreadable. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “Or were you listening?”Her throat tightened. She didn’t answer.Lucian’s eyes darkened, searching hers. For a moment, something flickered—guilt? Conflict? Then it vanished, replaced by the steel mask he always wore.“Go back to bed, Amara,” he said at last,