All Chapters of Married The Wrong Groom: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“A bullet wound?”The words barely left my lips as I stared in shock, my eyes glued to Alexander’s leg while Claire carefully worked on him. I watched, frozen, as she placed the bullet onto a small metal plate after removing it. The faint metallic sound echoed in the room, sending a chill straight through me.“Don’t worry, Ms. Ali,” Claire said calmly, her voice steady and reassuring despite the situation. “I am also skilled when it comes to this kind of thing.”She continued tending to Alexander’s leg with practiced precision, her movements confident, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. That thought alone made my chest tighten.I could feel Alexander’s eyes on me the entire time, watching me closely, probably trying to read my reaction. But I couldn’t say a single word. My mind was too busy spiraling, trying to process everything all at once.How could he be shot inside the estate?Who would dare do something like that?Why would they do this to him?

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyIt was getting darker and darker as we descended underground, each step taking us farther away from the warmth of the house above. The air felt heavier the deeper we went, cooler against my skin, and I couldn’t help the nervous knot forming in my stomach. Still, Alexander’s hand was firmly wrapped around mine, steady and grounding, silently reminding me that I was safe as long as I stayed by his side.Numerous men dressed in black lined the hallway we passed through, standing tall and unmoving like sentinels. Their sharp gazes followed our every step, and somehow, their mere presence was enough to make me feel small and intimidated. This wasn’t just an office. This was something else entirely—something powerful and dangerous.We finally arrived at a room that turned out to be a fairly large study. The space was dimly lit but expansive, lined with shelves, dark furniture, and an air of authority that pressed down on me. Inside stood Malix, Dexter, Sebastian, a

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Okay, I’ll start with the relocation,” Dexter muttered as he scrolled through his iPad, his expression serious. “I found several places for you to review.”Relocation? The word barely had time to settle in my mind before Alexander spoke.“Do you have a list?” Alex asked coldly, his tone sharp and businesslike.Dexter handed him a thick folder, and without even glancing at it, Alexander passed it directly to me. I blinked in surprise, instinctively gripping the folder as I looked up at him.“Review the houses there, wife,” Alex said casually, as if he were talking about changing curtains instead of homes. “We’re going to change houses. Consider it my gift to you as well.”My brows furrowed as I flipped through the pages. Each photo showed sprawling estates, modern architecture, and luxury far beyond anything I could imagine owning.“Why do we need to relocate?” I asked honestly, lifting my gaze. “This place is amazing. I can’t see any reason why we have to leave

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyAlexander was lying when he said that most of the people at the beach would be looking at me. In reality, everyone did look—but not at me. All eyes were on him.He was topless, wearing white beach shorts as if he had done it on purpose just to match my outfit. A silver necklace hung loosely against his chest, catching the sunlight every time he moved. His hand was firmly wrapped around mine, grounding me as we walked across the sand together. Everywhere we went, heads turned. The models—women and even men—were openly staring, some of them clearly drooling at the sight of him. I could feel something unfamiliar stir inside me, a sudden, sharp urge of possessiveness that I wasn’t used to feeling.Someone suddenly approached us. She stood awkwardly in front of us, fidgeting as her feet sank into the sand while she nervously played with her hands. The way her eyes lingered on Alexander made it painfully obvious—she wanted his attention, wanted him to look at her w

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyWe didn’t get much information about my parents’ whereabouts from my ex-friends. Every answer was vague and evasive. In the end, Alexander and his people decided the next best step was to check on my parents’ businesses instead—following the money, the employees, the paper trails they left behind.I was endlessly grateful for it, the fact that they were doing all of this not just for me, but for my family.Still, worry sat heavily in my chest. No matter how capable they were, no matter how confident Alexander sounded when he reassured me, I couldn’t fully rest until I knew—truly knew—that my parents were safe.On top of that, my mind refused to cooperate.Despite the long list of things I needed to accomplish for the upcoming launch, I couldn’t come up with a single design that truly embodied luxury. Every sketch felt empty. Every concept felt forced. I stared at pages filled with lines and patterns that meant nothing to me.The launch was only a month and a h