บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Uwanted Wife : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

~ ALISTAIR ~The conference room on the top floor of Montgomery Tower was silent except for the low sound of the projector and the faint shuffle of papers. The glass walls reflected the skyline beyond—an empire of steel and glass, and mine to command.I leaned back in my chair leisurely, one hand resting on its armrest, the other tapping lightly against the table.“Let’s begin,” I ordered.Across from me, Lara Klein—Montgomery Group’s excellent chief designer—rose to her feet. Impeccably dressed in a tailored black dress, she commanded the room with efficiency.She was the one who called for this conference, as the Montgomery Group would soon be hosting a major fashion show—showcasing the new summer collections of our most renowned luxury brand, Maison de Vivre.“As you all know,” she began, her German accent crisp, “Maison de Vivre will unveil its Summer Collection in two months. The show will be held here in New York, during Fashion Week, and we intend to set the tone for the entire

~ ALISTAIR’S ~She had fallen asleep against my shoulder during the ride back.Her head rested lightly, her breathing even, and for some reason, the sight stirred something inside me.I wasn’t used to this—feeling my chest tighten while my pulse quickened without warning, like some teenager who had just learned about love.I’ve had questions ever since the day I woke and met her. Questions about myself. About why I felt… different.It’s not like I haven’t been this close to a woman before.But every time I saw her flustered reactions, I found an odd amusement in it.The way she flushed, the tiny stutters in her voice, the way she couldn’t hide her embarrassment—it should have annoyed me.But it didn’t. It drew me in. Her innocence was disarming, almost painfully so.Without realizing it, I shifted her carefully so she could lie on my lap instead, letting her rest more comfortably. She must have been truly exhausted to fall asleep in the car like this.Did she always work this hard?As

~ ISLA ~Both Liana and Stacey straightened immediately, masks of respect slipping into place perfectly.I lowered my gaze slightly, instinctively bracing under the old matriarch’s scrutiny.But when her eyes found me, they softened—only a fraction, but enough to ease the tightness in my chest.“Come, Isla,” she ordered firmly, ignoring the other two. “Walk with me. We shall have breakfast together.”I blinked, startled by the invitation, but inclined my head right away.“Yes, Grandma.”Liana’s smile faltered for a brief second, but she quickly composed herself. Stacey’s jaw tightened, yet she said nothing.With a final, dismissive glance toward them, Lady Margot turned, and I followed, synchronizing my steps with hers down the corridor.The old lady had a separate dining area overlooking the garden, bright and serene—the massive greenery filling the view.Servants moved quietly, setting down tea and light dishes. Lady Margot lowered herself gracefully into her chair, motioning for me

~ ISLA ~My shift ended at four.I was bone-tired, as usual, but grateful for the quiet stretch of the late afternoon. I had just finished signing off my charts and was already packing my things to go home.“Hey, girl,” Riley called as she approached—she was also ready to leave.“Hey.” I flashed her a tired smile while slipping my phone into my bag.Together, we headed out, chattering along the way.“So, what’s the plan for tonight? It’s Friday,” she grinned.I exhaled deeply. “My plan is to get some good rest. I’m tired as hell.”For two consecutive days, I had faced the most stressful surgeries. Though I loved my work, my body couldn’t take it anymore.Riley’s expression shifted to teasing.“Oh, I almost forgot—you’re already married. Even if I were in your position, I’d be content just watching my hot, handsome husband naked on our bed,” she blurted exaggeratedly, giggling.“Oh, please. Stop,” I grunted, rolling my eyes.“What? I’m just telling the truth about how lucky you are!”E

~ ISLA ~Another day, another morning filled with work. I finally managed to breathe when it was already lunchtime. Riley had called earlier, saying she’d be waiting at a nearby restaurant so we could have lunch together.I was already walking out of the office when I received a call from the last person I wanted to talk to.The moment I pressed the answer button, my father’s clipped voice came through.“You unfilial child! Why do you keep ignoring my calls?” he scolded.“I’m not idle at work. Should I really prioritize your unimportant calls over my patients?” I shot back in a mocking tone.His anger flared at my retort. “Enough of this nonsense. End that damned agreement with the Montgomerys and come home at once—or your grandmother will be gone for good!”The line went dead before I could even breathe a reply.I stared at my phone, my grip tightening until my knuckles turned white. My grandmother—my only comfort in this world—was now his weapon again.Once, they forced me into this