All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The evening had settled like a soft weight over the house, the golden glow of the pendant lights above the dining table casting long shadows across polished wood. Evelyn sat between Liam and Ethan, her hands folded neatly on her lap, pretending her pulse wasn’t racing in triple time. Plates clinked, cutlery scraped softly, and the faint aroma of roasted chicken filled the air. Liam’s gaze lingered on Ethan across the table, calm, measured, protective. “How are you feeling tonight?” he asked, voice quiet but firm, carrying that concern she had come to rely on. Ethan leaned back slightly, letting his fingers drum lazily on the table. “Better, thanks. You know… thanks to Evelyn, I’m getting better.” Evelyn’s chest tightened at the words. She kept her eyes on her plate, pushing the warmth of his compliment down where it couldn’t escape. Liam’s lips pressed into a line, just a fraction of a frown crossing his otherwise composed face, but his eyes softened toward her. “You’ve been tak

The footsteps behind her hadn’t faded. Bella’s heart caught, then skipped, a frantic rhythm she didn’t recognize. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, but the stranger had unsettled her in a way that made her palms sweat, made her chest feel tight, like she had swallowed a storm. “I… I didn’t expect you to follow me,” she said without turning, keeping her voice even, though it wavered. “I’m not following,” he said, calm, measured, but she could hear the quiet amusement beneath the tone. “I just… didn’t want to lose you.” Bella froze, hand gripping her laptop bag tighter. “Lose me?” she repeated, her voice sharper than intended. He laughed softly, the sound low and warm, like the echo of something she didn’t know she wanted to hear. “I mean, I didn’t catch your name,” he admitted. “And it seems rude to let someone vanish before even knowing them. I’m Joe, by the way. Joe Clark.” Bella hesitated, the name landing awkwardly in her chest. “Bella,” she said finally. Her voice sounded small

Evelyn felt it before she understood it—the shift.Some mornings feel different without anything being said. A chair left pushed out. A jacket grabbed too quickly. Footsteps that used to pause outside your door now pass without hesitation.That was how it started with Ethan.He began leaving earlier than usual, long before the sun peeled itself over the horizon. Not slamming doors, not making noise—no, he was too considerate for that. He slipped out as quietly as someone running away without wanting to look like they’re running.And tonight… he was late. Again.Evelyn sat on the couch, bare-legged under an oversized T-shirt, her hair twisted into a loose knot that kept falling apart. The TV was on, low, more a glow than a sound. She wasn’t watching. She just needed the room not to feel so painfully silent.Liam had already gone upstairs, exhausted. He had kissed her forehead like he always did, full of those gentle promises he never said out loud.“I’ll try to wait up for him,” he’d m

Ariana sank into her chair like it could somehow anchor her racing heart. The office was quiet, hum of computers and the faint clatter of keyboards filling the background, but her own pulse felt deafening. She could still feel it — the brief brush of his hand guiding her back to her desk, the tilt of his head, the casual ease with which he moved through the space, as if the world bent subtly around him. She clenched her fists under the desk, curling her fingers into her palms, and tried to breathe. Slowly. In. Out. She focused on the stack of files in front of her. They needed attention. They demanded attention. Numbers didn’t flirt. Forms didn’t smile at her. Forms didn’t make her feel like she was floating, like her skin had just remembered something it had been hiding. Alice appeared beside her chair before she could even attempt to start typing. Arms crossed, lips quirking in that mischievous grin that always made Ariana’s cheeks heat. “Well… look at you.” Ariana froze. Every

Ariana’s heels clicked softly against the polished office floor, echoing slightly in the quiet space. She carried a stack of files in her arms, careful not to let the papers slip, careful not to let her hands tremble. Ethan’s office was always intimidating—sleek leather chairs, floor-to-ceiling windows with the city sprawled below, and him. Always him, leaning against the corner of his desk, calm, untouchable, yet somehow magnetic in a way that made her chest tighten with every glance. She paused just inside the door, feeling the weight of her own nerves pressing down on her chest. “I… I brought the files you requested,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. She laid them on the edge of the desk, arranging them neatly, though her fingers shook slightly. Ethan’s gaze lifted from the document he was reviewing. His eyes met hers, and something unspoken flickered there—a recognition of tension, of hesitation, and maybe… anticipation. “Thank you, Ariana,” he said, voice low, smooth, al