All Chapters of Married The Wrong Groom: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyAfter my conversation with Satana, I returned to Chester’s room to properly say goodbye, knowing that by next week, I might already be living with them instead of staying at the villa. The thought felt strange in my chest, like I was preparing myself for something irreversible, yet I forced my expression to remain calm as if this decision did not weigh heavily on me.I was not entirely sure how Kass would feel about this arrangement, but then again, she did not seem to feel any remorse about being involved with my fiancé before, so why should I hesitate now? The irony of the situation almost made me roll my eyes, but I swallowed the impulse and kept my composure.Soon after, I was fetched to head back to the city so I could return to the villa. This time, it was Dexter who came to pick me up. He opened the car door for me without saying much, his usual quiet demeanor surrounding him like an invisible shield.Dexter was never much of a talker, but strangely en

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI went to my parents’ home the next day.Of course, I was not allowed to come alone, and Claire was waiting outside the gate, standing alert as always. I was certain that Alexander’s men were scattered around the area as well, hidden in places I could not easily detect, watching over me without making their presence obvious. They were probably stationed inside parked vehicles or blending in as ordinary passersby. However, at that moment, I could not bring myself to care about any of it.Alexander had made sure that this house remained untouched by the police. No investigations, no forced entries, no unnecessary disturbances. It was preserved exactly as it had been before my parents disappeared. Messages had also been sent to our relatives, instructing them not to visit for the time being. Though truthfully, I doubted that would be an issue since most of them were living abroad and rarely came home unless there was an important occasion.Their company was sti

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Hi,” Satana and I greeted in unison the moment I settled into the passenger seat, and we both ended up chuckling at the exact same time because of how perfectly synchronized we were, just like before.The laughter faded quickly, though, as reality crept back in.“This is too risky. Don’t do this again. He would kill you, don’t you know that? Regardless of what your reasoning is,” I said firmly after fastening my seatbelt securely across my chest.Satana merely shrugged her shoulders as she maneuvered the car away from the villa, her expression far too calm. “Girl, I thought my disguise was perfect,” she replied confidently.I squinted at her, raising a brow as I examined her appearance more closely. She was wearing nothing more than a slightly darker shade of lipstick and a sharper eyeliner than usual, with a small mole on her cheek. That was her idea of a disguise.Just eyeliner and a freaking small mole.I wanted to tell her that if she truly wanted advice ab

Kassandrah and I went to get dolled up at a salon that I was very familiar with, one of the many high-end salons that Alexander owns under his name. The moment we stepped inside, the scent of expensive hair products and floral perfume greeted us, along with the soft hum of blow dryers and polite chatter from the staff attending to their clients.When he had a business trip before, I forced myself to study his company and everything he owns, the surface-level ones.I was the one reviewing reports, studying profit margins, and evaluating expansions, so I was aware of nearly everything connected to his legitimate enterprises. From hotels to restaurants to salons like this one, I had gone through them all with a fine-tooth comb. At least that was what I thought back then—until I discovered that there was a whole other side of his world that existed beneath the polished glass buildings and elegant storefronts.I glanced at Kass while she was speaking confidently to the receptionist at th

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyAfter entering the room, I immediately turned to face him, forcing myself to remain composed despite the chaos raging inside my chest. “Are you done signing the papers? I have to get back,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as possible.“Chester would be suspicious if I were gone too long,” I added while subtly scanning the room, making sure no one else was inside. It was just the two of us.Which made me realize something that almost made me curse internally.Why did I even lock the door?“Wife,” Alexander called, his voice low and deliberate as he stood up from where he had been sitting.My eyes dropped to his hands, and that was when I noticed he was already holding the divorce papers.He was about to sign them.The sight pierced through me far deeper than I expected, and for a split second, it became hard to breathe. It broke my heart seeing those papers in his hands, knowing that once his signature touched that page, everything would officially change.