Marry My Billionaire Second Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Emmeline slammed the door of her room, sinking to the floor as she hugged her knees. A scream tore through her throat, and sobs threatened to overwhelm her frail figure. All she could see in her mind’s eye was the vision of Matteo and Amelia, standing side by side, with him holding onto her waist with love in his eyes.How could everything have gone to shit in such a short time? Not only had that skank Amelia gotten Matteo’s love, but she had somehow managed to become a Hawthorne heiress at the same time too!She was effectively as powerful as Emmeline now― no, Amelia was actually more powerful, since she was older. Not to mention she looked just like her missing Aunt Elaine, who was Horace Hawthorne’s favorite child.Emmeline howled into her hands as though she was nothing more than a wounded animal. Her fingers scratched her cheeks. No, no, no! Amelia had everything now!A knock came at the door."Leave me!" Emmeline screamed, her voice hoarse.She hadn’t even realized she had screa

"No!" Amelia exclaimed instinctively. "No weddings!""Oh," Matteo said softly, and Amelia glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. If she didn’t know better, he seemed almost disappointed at her response.Which was preposterous. Matteo didn’t actually want to marry her. How could he? They barely knew each other!She reminded herself that she was just a means for Matteo to get out of his marriage with Emmeline. Their entire engagement was fake.Now, the question was if Matteo himself knew that. He seemed awfully serious about her pretending to be his fiancée.Well, there was no harm in humoring him."Do you want a wedding?" Amelia asked, trying for a joking smile. "I thought you’d be done with them, after what happened with Emmeline.""In her case, the issue was not with the wedding. My problem lies with the bride," Matteo said. "If she’s not the woman in question, I am perfectly amenable to the idea of weddings and marriages. Now, are you allergic to the flowers in spring?" Matteo

Even though she wore a smile, the disdain in Amelia’s eyes sent a shiver of fear coursing through Aubrey’s spine. Yet, Aubrey fought it down, seething through her answering smile.To think Amelia Kentwood had played them all for fools! Since she was a Hawthorne heiress all this while, why did she pretend she was not and let Aubrey offend her with her words? If she had simply declared her true identity, none of this unpleasantness would have happened.She must have been doing this on purpose to ruin Aubrey’s life!Just because Amelia suddenly gained a crown didn’t mean that she was suddenly fit to rule. Aubrey wanted nothing more than to pull her down from that pedestal. Now, she was suddenly no longer the most desirable, most popular woman in the office. Everyone wanted to meet Amelia Kentwood, the ugly duckling that transformed into a swan."No, that was wrong of me," the words were reluctantly dragged out of Aubrey’s throat, even as her hands were clenched into fists. "I’m sorry.""

While Amelia wasn’t sure what she expected, whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t a humble little corner store located on a fairly deserted street. There couldn’t be even five people in the restaurant at the time, and when Aiden led them in, Amelia gulped.To call it a restaurant might even be high praise. It looked more like an old-school retro diner, with checkered floors and vibrant red-white cushioned booths. The tables were white and so was the matching counter, while the walls were painted in a ghastly bright aquamarine shade.Everything looked so familiar. Nothing had changed."You look disappointed," Aiden commented, bumping shoulders with Amelia slightly as he walked to a booth and sat down. "Upset that I didn’t bring you to a high-end restaurant? I am sure my brother has brought you to plenty.""No, it’s not that," Amelia said. She tore her eyes away from the vinyl records that were hung on the wall as decoration. "I just didn’t realize that a rich boy like yourself would wan

Amelia sucked in a breath, but she met his gaze evenly. She put down her own utensils gently and dabbed her lips clean with the napkin, while Aiden stared at her, seemingly amused, yet enraptured by her actions."Emmeline Hawthorne is welcome to aim at me all she likes," Amelia said finally. "Matteo had defended me when I was nothing more than a poor waitress being humiliated by Caleb, simply because it was the right thing to do. That is the man I am willing to spend the rest of my life with, and no one, and nothing, will possibly change my mind."Aiden let out a low wolf whistle, clapping his hands. "To think you can be won over so easily... If only I was your knight in shining armor back then. We would be leading a very happy life now."Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you might want to consider an alternative career in storytelling since your imagination is so vivid. It’s probably safer than racing your bike on the streets," she said, craning her head to look at his bike parked o