All Chapters of Married The Wrong Groom: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Ali,” Chester called out.I stiffened the moment I heard his voice. Only when he came closer did he seem to realize that I wasn’t alone. His gaze shifted to the woman beside me, his expression changing slightly before he forced a polite smile.“Hello,” he said to Claire, his tone falsely courteous. “May I ask if I could speak with her for a while?”Claire didn’t answer him right away. Instead, she turned to me, her eyes searching my face. “Do you know these people, Ali?” she asked quietly. I could already sense her protective instincts kicking in, the way her posture subtly changed as if preparing to step in front of me if needed.On the other hand, Kass and Chester seemed surprised that someone was calling me Ali, aside from them.“I do,” I replied, keeping my voice firm despite the tight feeling in my chest. I looked straight at Chester. “But we’re busy at the moment. Can you please excuse us?”“Oh, come on, Ali,” Kass chimed in, folding her arms. “Can’t you

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI knew I was getting Malix and Claire into trouble again the moment I slipped away before one of them could come fetch me from the company. The guilt sat heavily in my chest, but curiosity pushed me forward anyway.Philip had asked me to meet him at a Japanese restaurant, one of those quiet, traditional places tucked away from the main streets. He said he wanted to speak privately, specifically requesting one of the secluded tatami rooms. The moment I arrived, a staff member approached me as if they had been waiting all along. “Here, Mrs. Astley,” she said politely, gesturing for me to follow her.We walked down a narrow corridor lined with soft lantern lights and wooden panels until she stopped in front of a sliding glass door. With a practiced motion, she slid it open.Philip sat on the other side, already waiting.He was seated properly on the tatami mat, his legs tucked beneath the low wooden table, posture relaxed—too relaxed. The room smelled faintly of

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“I believe I don’t need to work with someone else to finish the designs,” I said firmly the moment we all settled into our seats inside the conference room.The air instantly shifted.Chloe, Alexander, and William all looked at me intently, their attention fully drawn to my words. They must have noticed the seriousness in my tone—there was no room for negotiation in it.I hadn’t said anything earlier. Just like I told him before, I didn’t want Alexander making decisions without my knowledge, especially when it involved my company. Even if everything was already under his name, that didn’t give him the right to overstep me.And today, he was going to receive his punishment.I crossed my arms against my chest and leaned back slightly in my chair. “Well,” I added coolly, “did I make myself clear?”“B-But I can help,” Chloe quickly interjected, her lips forming a pout as she turned toward my husband. “Nicholas, you said you would convince her.”My eyes snapped to Al

Philip Cynth“Ugh—!”Another violent cough tore through my chest, thick blood splattering onto the dirt beneath me. My stomach burned where one of them had struck me earlier, the pain so sharp it made my vision blur. I tried to push myself up, tried to stand, but my legs refused to cooperate. They felt like dead weight, useless beneath me.How the fuck was this my fault?How was it my fault that she wasn’t scared of her husband? That she didn’t distrust him, didn’t recoil in fear like they wanted her to?Fuck these bullshits.“You were given a task,” a man barked coldly, his voice echoing around the dark space, “and I expect you to do it.”I could barely lift my head, but I saw him—standing there calmly while his men surrounded me, fists still clenched, breathing heavy from beating me half to death.“You were paid enough to convince her,” he continued sharply. “And yet here we are.”“I did it!” I shouted, forcing the words out through clenched teeth as I pushed myself up on my elbows

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyThe next day came, and just like that, the same routine repeated itself—unchanged, relentless, almost mechanical. Wake up. Work. Meetings. Smiles that felt forced. Silence that felt loud. And Alexander.Especially Alexander.Whenever I was left alone with him, it was as if he deliberately seized the opportunity. He corners and kisses me out of nowhere, he touches my hand, plays with my hair, kissing all the strands as if it were some drug.At first, it startled me. Then it confused me. Now—it was starting to annoy me.He kept distracting me from the real issues we needed to talk about. Important ones. Heavy ones. Things that shouldn’t be brushed aside with a kiss or a teasing smirk.Like Chloe.Like the fact that Chloe didn’t know I was his wife.Victoria Smith’s death, and my missing parents.Since we haven’t had a decent talk for weeks, I don’t have any idea or updates about it. Malix and Claire are not home sometimes, either for us to speak about it.And what