All Chapters of Married The Wrong Groom: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI was ready to head home when the weight of longing suddenly hit me. I realized how much I missed my parents—and before I could overthink it, I found myself boarding a bus to see them.Despite everything—despite the fact that they hadn’t done much to get me back from Alexander and had only offered endless apologies—I still wanted to know if they were okay. They were my parents, after all. That bond didn’t disappear so easily.Alexander had told me he would keep an eye on them and inform me, since he had told me those letters didn’t come from them.That alone didn’t make sense.I was certain no one knew the location of the estate or my parents. So how did anyone even know where my parents or I lived? Had their address been leaked somehow?I was sure Alexander would be furious if he found out what I’d done today—but nothing strange had happened so far.Besides, my disguise was a success. I wore dark sunglasses and an aesthetic hat that blended perfectly with my ca

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyWilliam and I began discussing the proposal in detail, and to my surprise, the more he spoke, the more sense it made.He laid out his ideas calmly and professionally—no arrogance, no unnecessary flattery. Just facts, numbers, and a clear vision. His company specialized in high-end interior developments, and he wanted to collaborate with my porcelain line for luxury residences and commercial spaces. Limited collections. Custom designs. International exposure.“I’m not here to buy you out,” William clarified, leaning forward slightly. “Your brand keeps its identity. I want partnership, not ownership.”I tapped my pen against the table thoughtfully. “You’re suggesting exclusive porcelain designs tied to your projects?”“Exactly,” he nodded. “Your craftsmanship paired with our reach. It’s a win-win.”I had to admit—it was compelling.The margins were promising, the timeline realistic, and the creative freedom intact. If executed properly, this could elevate my compa

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI couldn’t sleep all night.No matter how many times I closed my eyes, my thoughts refused to quiet. They circled endlessly, dragging me back to the paper bag sitting on the chair across the room. Every few minutes, my gaze flicked toward it, half-hoping—half-dreading—that it had all been a mistake. A dream.But it wasn’t.The bag was still there. Heavy with truth.Earlier, I had asked Alexander if I could sleep alone tonight. We had been sharing rooms for weeks now, switching between his and mine as if it were the most natural arrangement in the world. Surprisingly, he agreed without question.I needed the space. I needed silence. I needed to think.Alexander had been honest from the very beginning—brutally so. I was never fooled about how this marriage started. I was used as a payment. A debt was settled between Chester, Kassandra, and him.He wanted an heir.They offered women.And he chose me.A transaction wrapped in vows.And yet, somewhere along the way,

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI was practically buzzing with excitement when Alexander pulled into a drive-thru instead of heading straight home. He ordered far more than necessary—multiple sundaes, extra fries—and before I could even comment, we were already driving again, the city slowly thinning out behind us.Soon, the road began to climb.Streetlights grew sparse, buildings gave way to trees, and the air felt cooler somehow—lighter. The sun was beginning its descent, bathing the sky in soft gold and warm amber.“Where are you taking me?” I asked, happily alternating between fries and spoonfuls of sundae. God, it tasted ridiculously good.“A good place,” Alexander said calmly, eyes fixed on the road, “I’ve never brought anyone to before.”I glanced at him, trying to read his expression, but his face remained composed and focused. Still, something about the way he said it felt… intentional.The car slowed not long after, and he parked in a space that made me question whether gravity itse

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Tell me, Malix,” I asked the moment I spotted Malix inside the living room of the estate, his presence unmistakable even from a distance. “Why does Alex hate William so much?”We had arrived home a while ago, but Alexander had only dropped me off before disappearing again without a word. The unanswered questions sat heavy in my chest, and Malix—unfortunately for him—happened to be nearby.He turned toward me with a mischievous smile. “A lot of reasons, Ms. Ali! I’ll start with their business—both on the surface and underground.”“Underground?” I squinted at him, confusion knitting my brows.Before he could elaborate, a sharp thud echoed through the hallway. Dexter appeared out of nowhere and punched Malix square in the stomach.“Oh my God!” I gasped. “Are you okay?!”Malix doubled over, wheezing, one hand clutching his side as he glared up at his brother. “Little bro! What was that for? I was just explaining!”Dexter ignored him completely and turned his atten