Three Years With My Billionaire Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Liana’s POVI have lived a very simple life.Back home, my world was small. Work. House. Silence. I did not keep friends. I did not go out. I did not laugh loudly like other girls. I stayed in my corner and tried to survive.As a victim of child abuse by my own family, I learned something very early.Trust no one.Depend on no one.Do not get involved.It was not easy. But I became strong in my own way. I learned how to be independent. I learned how to hide my feelings. I learned how to smile even when I was breaking inside.People call me a weirdo.I do not blame them.At my new job, I thought things would change. I thought I could start again. I tried to smile more. I tried to be friendly. I forced myself to talk. I forced myself to laugh.But maybe they saw through it.Maybe they saw the fear behind my smile.Maybe they saw the girl who did not belong.No matter how much I tried, I could not make friends. So I stopped trying. I focused on my job. I worked hard. I stayed quiet. That

I held my shaking hands together as I stepped into my boss’s office. It had been two days since the incident at my apartment. Two long days of thinking, worrying, and barely sleeping.My chest felt tight, and my stomach was a knotted mess.I had rehearsed this moment in my head a thousand times. Every word. Every sentence.Today, I had to ask.I had no choice.My fingers trembled as I stood in front of his desk.“Sir… I… please I need your help. I know I haven’t been here for so long but could I…….” I pause, finding it hard to complete my words. “Could I perhaps get a salary advance,” I said softly.My voice shook no matter how hard I tried to control it.My boss slowly lifted his head from the computer. His eyes were cold. There was no kindness in them. Not even a little.His lips pressed into a thin line.“How long have you worked here?” He asked coldly.“Less than 2months sir….. I know I haven’t been here for long…”He cut in before I could finish.“Get out,” he said sharply.The

Liana’s POVThat day felt like the longest day of my life.My body felt heavy as I walked home.Every step felt slow.Painful.Empty.I had just lost my job.The job I had struggled so hard to keep.The job I desperately needed.And I lost it at the worst possible moment.When I needed money the most.My chest felt tight as I walked down the quiet street toward my apartment.The sky was still grey from the rain earlier.The air smelled cold and wet.I hugged my arms around myself as I walked.My mind kept replaying everything that happened today.My boss’s cold voice.The slap of my hand against his face.His angry shout.“You’re fired!”My chest tightened again.I should have felt proud for standing up for myself.But right now…All I felt was fear.Fear for tomorrow.Fear for the debt.Fear for everything waiting ahead of me.My brother’s debt.The huge amount of money those loan sharks demanded.How was I supposed to pay it now?I didn’t even have a job anymore.My throat tightened

Adrian POVI stood in front of the board, my eyes scanning every picture, every line connecting them. The images were pinned and tangled with red strings like a web. The man in black who claimed to be Amara’s father. Mr. Carter. The governor. Everyone involved in her case. Every face, every name, every detail—it all connected.My hands shook slightly as I reached out and touched one of the pictures. The face of Amara stared back at me. My love. My heart tightened.“I’m going to give you justice, my love,” I whispered under my breath. My voice was raw. My chest ached with a thousand feelings. “I will find who killed you and make them pay. I should have done this a long time ago. I’m sorry… I was too weak to face my problems. I chose to run instead of fight. I should have protected you.”I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. My eyes burned with rage and regret. I had failed her once. I would not fail her again. Not now. Not ever.And then I thought of the plan. My mind turne

The day I moved into Adrian’s house, the sky was gray.Not the soft gray that promised rain. It was the heavy kind that made everything feel quiet and distant.The driver had come to fetch me that morning.The large iron gates opened slowly as the car drove in. My fingers were tightly wrapped around the strap of my bag. I stared out the window as the house came into view.It was even bigger than I imagined.Tall walls. Wide glass windows. Perfect gardens that looked like someone spent hours trimming every leaf.It was beautiful.But it did not feel warm.It felt like a place where voices were not welcome.The car stopped.The driver stepped out and opened the door for me.“Welcome home, Madam,” the butler said politely as he took my bags into the mansion.The word Madam made my stomach twist.I forced a small smile and stepped out.The wind brushed against my face. It smelled faintly of flowers from the garden, but the air still felt cold.A few maids were already waiting near the ent