Todos los capítulos de I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!!: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

ELOWEN‘Enjoy the quietness, Kitten. Because, next time, you'll be with me.’ — This was the last text from Alexander. And since I had received it, around two hours ago, it kept replaying in my head like a broken tape recorder. Indeed, I had deleted it, I can't take risks of any sort for my family to have a glimpse of it. Then, I checked, again and again, until my eyes hurt. But— for how long? It wouldn't be longer for them to realise his presence, and once he is seen… I didn’t even finish the thought and it already made me shiver. And the way he became reckless, I truly fear the consequences…I wanted to sigh— too badly, but I was forced not to. Since I stood at the window of the private living room of the mansion, right before my family, there's no way I can be myself, or show any sort of sign that might hinder their ‘prestige’. The room was quiet in the way expensive living rooms always were, insulated from sound, from chaos, from the outside world. My grandmother sat opposit

ELOWEN“However,” he tilted his head, looking me up and down with unhurried interest. “I have prepared far more beautiful ones for our engagement.”The words hit before my mind could process the voice.I turned around abruptly, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat as my hands flew up instinctively, clutching the fabric of the dress against my chest as though it could shield me from his eyes.“Wha—what are you…” My voice dropped into a hiss, panic clawing up my spine. “How the f**k did you get in?”Alexander stood a few feet away, completely at ease, as though this small dressing room belonged to him. One shoulder rested casually against the wall, his hands loose at his sides, his gaze slow and deliberate as it traced the lines of the ivory silk clinging to my body.“Shh, tempest,” he murmured, lifting a finger to his lips in a playful warning. “They’re right outside.”My breath stuttered.The absurdity of it slammed into me all at once… My mother and Emilia Rizzo are standing barely

ELOWENMorning light spills across the breakfast table, brightening the environment with its energy. Everything is meticulously arranged. The porcelain cups are perfectly aligned, the silverware shines, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee permeates the room, creating an illusion that nothing within this home has been disturbed. It is as if last night never happened, and as if I did not awaken with a clenched jaw and a racing pulse.I am seated upright in my chair, my hands gently resting in my lap, with a cup of tea cooling undisturbed before me. I raise it instinctively, take a sip, and perceive nothing. There is no warmth, no flavor, merely liquid descending my throat as it's the time's requirement... Alexander wasn’t bluffing when he said "dream of me". I actually did— so much so, it took me a while to initiate the difference between the dream and the reality... A soft touch on my hand, broke my thoughts. I gazed up to see my mother, watching me with concern. I pressed a smil

ELOWENI stood there stunned. My restraint broke, eyes wide in shock. For some moments, I couldn't even wrap my mind around the situation, except his lips on mine. The hallway behind me was empty, its tall windows reflecting the banquet’s golden light in fractured pieces, but he filled the space so completely that it felt like I had been pressed into a wall that had never existed before he stepped into my path. His one hand was down beside my shoulder— and the other was wrapping around my waist, holding me close enough that I couldn't find any distinct difference between our breaths. Everything was too hazy before my eyes— almost making me paralysed with his warm and familiar dominance. Almost… Which started melting away soon, filling with the realisation of what's truly happening. And that was enough… Immediately I pushed him away, although I couldn't budge him, I was able to break the kiss. “How dare you!?,” I hissed, my voice low and sharp, a blade I hoped would cut through wh

ELOWENBy the time I returned home, the night seemed to possess an unusual weight.The mansion was remarkably quiet, in a manner that allowed thoughts to resonate. There were no raised voices, no hurried footsteps, and no indications of any disturbance— only a polished silence and an impeccable order. It was a type of calm that suggested nothing had changed, even as one felt profoundly altered within.I gently closed my bedroom door, as if the sound itself might disturb something. I reclined against the luxurious wooden surface and closed my eyes, endeavoring to regulate my breathing with measured counts. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Repeat. However, my heart did not seem to heed these instructions…Alexander’s face surfaced before my eyes, uninvited, unwelcome.Not the composed, infuriating calm he typically displayed with such ease, but rather the version I witnessed this evening— his eyes burning, his jaw clenched so tightly it appeared painful, and his rage barely contained by sheer for