All Chapters of Married To The Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

And Lucian Hale—man of iron, empire of stone—let out a sound he hadn’t made in decades. A ragged, broken sob.He pressed his hand to his mouth as if he could smother it, but it tore through anyway, leaving him gasping in the silence of his kingdom.For one fleeting moment, he allowed himself to break. To feel the weight of everything he was on the verge of losing.But the moment passed.His breathing slowed, his jaw hardened, and the mask began to reform. Vulnerability was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Not for long.Because if Amara wouldn’t choose him freely…Then he would make sure she had no choice at all.The study was dim, lit only by the amber glow of the desk lamp. Papers lay in scattered disarray across the floor, a half-finished glass of whiskey sweating against the wood.Lucian sat hunched in his chair, his head bent, fingers pressed to his temples as though he could hold back the storm raging inside. His tie hung loose, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar—an image so unl

Amara lay curled against Lucian’s chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear. For the first time in months, maybe years, she felt… safe. Not just physically—though his presence always carried that shield of protection—but emotionally, as if his walls had finally cracked enough to let her inside.His arm tightened around her waist, his lips brushing the crown of her head in a gesture so simple yet so tender it made her heart ache.“This,” he murmured against her hair, “is where you belong.”She closed her eyes, letting the words settle deep inside her, daring to believe them. The Lucian Hale she had once accused of being unfeeling, untouchable, was now whispering vows in the dark, not to the world, not to his empire, but to her.For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine a future where the battles and betrayals faded into memory, where there were no scandals, no Ethan, no wars to fight—only them.Her fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw, softer now in re

Days passed in a kind of delicate balance. On the surface, life with Lucian felt almost idyllic. He had grown softer with her—more attentive, more deliberate—as if every gesture was proof of his vow not to lose her.And yet, Amara began to notice the things he didn’t say.Late at night, when he thought she was asleep, he would slip out of bed and stand by the window, staring down at the city lights with his phone in hand. She would hear the faint vibration of messages coming through, quick exchanges typed out and deleted, typed out again. Sometimes he returned to bed, curling around her protectively, but sometimes he stayed awake until dawn.In the daytime, she caught the way he lingered near the door whenever his assistant dropped by with files, his voice lowered just enough that she couldn’t make out the words. And whenever she asked, he gave the same reply:“Nothing you need to worry about.”It wasn’t just him, though. The world outside their walls was shifting.Twice that wee

Lucian didn’t sleep again.By dawn, the house had transformed into something else entirely. Security swarmed every hallway, cameras were being rewired, and the windows reinforced. Yet none of it touched the raw storm coiling inside him.He stood in his study, the knight piece clenched in his fist so tightly his knuckles were bloodless.“They came inside,” he muttered, pacing like a caged predator. “Inside my house. Inside her room.”Amara sat on the sofa, her hands twisted in her lap. “Lucian, maybe it was just—”He turned on her so suddenly she flinched. “Don’t.” His voice cracked like a whip. Then softer, but no less deadly: “Don’t tell me it’s nothing. They wanted you to feel unsafe. They wanted me to feel weak. And I will find them. I’ll burn the world down until they choke on their mistake.”Amara swallowed, her heart pounding at the ferocity in his eyes. This wasn’t the Lucian the world saw in boardrooms or in front of cameras. This was something rawer, darker — the ver

Amara didn’t say anything.She could have. She could have asked him why his hands smelled faintly of smoke when he returned, or why there was always a new edge to his voice, sharp and unforgiving, even when he spoke to her. She could have demanded to know what he was doing, what war he was fighting in her name.But every time she opened her mouth, Lucian would look at her—just look—and the words froze.There was love in his gaze still, but it was a different kind of love. Possessive. Unyielding. A man clinging so hard he didn’t realize he was crushing the thing he wanted to protect.So she swallowed her worry. She smiled when he reached for her hand at dinner, even though his phone buzzed with messages he couldn’t ignore. She kissed him goodnight even though his lips lingered with distraction. She let him believe she was at peace, that she trusted his silence.But at night, when he turned his back to her in bed, her eyes stayed open. She stared at the ceiling, listening to his