Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionare's Wife: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter TwoLayla's POVI slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a different environment. The room I was in was painted a soft shade of pink, calming and pleasant. It was nice and spacious, and the bed I lay on was so soft and comfortable it felt like I was sinking into clouds.I sat up, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. I was no longer wearing the drenched clothes from the night before. Instead, I had on a white long-sleeved dress that felt fresh and clean. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, wobbling a little. There was a mini mirror on the vanity table in the corner. I walked over and took a good look at myself.I looked different. My skin wasn’t as pale as before. My face looked cleaner, softer, more alive. It was as though a tiny piece of the old me—the real me had returned. I stepped out of the room and walked down the stairs, my bare feet making soft sounds against the polished floor. The house was beautiful—luxurious without being overwhelming. Not too large, bu

Chapter FourThe makeup artist quietly left the room, leaving just the two of us. He looked away almost immediately, his eyes landing on the velvet box that held the wedding ring. A scoff escaped his lips.“So, you're the girl Aunt May wants me to get married to,” he said. His deep voice resonated through the room, rich and smooth, dangerously charming, the kind that could make someone fall in love just by listening. He took slow, measured steps toward me, stopping only a few inches away.“This would’ve been nice… if I actually wanted to get married,” he added coldly.I frowned, unsure of what he meant by that. Before I could respond, he reached out, his gloved hand gently but firmly grasping my jaw, tilting my head up until my eyes met his. His piercing grey eyes locked onto mine. Up close, he looked even more intimidating. His face was unreadable, emotionless, and he held himself with a calm yet terrifying composure. The scent of his cologne filled the room—intense, almost suffocati

Chapter six. Theodore stepped out of his car, he buttoned his suit jacket before walking into the building, the people around, his workers all bowed at the sight of him. He looked rather ravishing, his hair was combed backwards leaving some strands to fall on his forehead. On him was a three piece custom made Italian tux which was custom made especially for him. Black polished shoes and on his wrist, a gold watch. He took his own private elevator to the top floor, stepping out. His assistant got up to greet him and he just nodded in return before opening the door and stepping into his office. He sat down, a sigh escaped his lips, everything that has been happening were literally unplanned and out of his control. Marriage? Never would he have thought that he was going to get married and worst of all an arranged marriage with someone he didn't even know anything about. She's probably part of them, a person who just set herself up with aunt so she could get married to him, those k

Chapter Eight "If you say so, come on, let's play together. And I am also hungry, can you make me something to eat?" Samantha asked, a bright smile stretching across her innocent face. I swallowed hard. Cooking... this was one of my biggest fears. I could survive through pain, endure torture, and keep secrets buried deep but put me in a kitchen, and I turned useless. "I can't cook," I confessed, my voice small, "but I can make you something simple." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I thought all adults could cook?" I let out an awkward laugh. "I thought so too, but unfortunately, I’m a little different." There was a time I imagined my life like a normal girl’s—cooking with my mother, laughing over burnt toast. But that dream faded long ago. "I didn’t have time to learn how to cook," I said gently. "Come with me, I’ll make you something." She nodded and followed me out of my room. As we walked into the kitchen, I glanced around. Theodore’s kitchen was spotless and modern, wi

Chapter TenLaylaA week later.The alarm woke me from sleep. It was just six in the morning, and the faint light of dawn crept through the curtains. I stretched, feeling the stiffness in my body ease a little before I got up. The air was cold against my skin, but it felt strangely refreshing — a quiet reminder that a new day had begun.I headed to the bathroom, washed up quickly, and tied my hair into a ponytail. The girls were starting school today, so I needed to help them get ready. My life had fallen into a simple rhythm — wake early, cook, clean, and make sure everything was in place before Theodore left for work. It was strange how routine could make even the most unfamiliar place feel a little like home.After washing up, I slipped into a black shirt and jeans. The mirror reflected a woman who was beginning to look… alive again. Not the broken, imprisoned version of myself I’d been for years. I exhaled slowly, almost smiling at the reflection. *You can do this,* I told myself