All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

LORIANIt’s been three days since I came back to this old house. Three tense, suffocating days—yet somehow my mind has never felt clearer. People probably assume I’m spiraling after being kicked out by Alexander, but they don’t understand one thing: when I’m cornered… that’s when I’m at my most dangerous.My plan to get rid of Emely is already in motion. But I have another plan—one I’ve always saved for moments like this. Something I used to do when my relationships with the men in my past started to crack. Something that always pulled them back in, made them loyal again, made them want me for reasons they couldn’t even explain.And this time, I’m turning that old trick into a weapon to win Alexander completely. He still has a place in my life, and I’m carrying his child. That’s reason enough to bring out my old methods.I glanced around the room. The aromatherapy candles glowed softly, filling the air with the gentle scent of lavender. The sofa was perfectly arranged, a pastel blanke

LORIANThe front door eased shut, sealing the echo of Alexander’s footsteps as they faded down the hallway. A moment later, the low rumble of his car drifted past the gate and disappeared entirely. When the silence finally settled clean, untouched a small smile curved at the corner of my lips.Finally.I lifted the blanket from my lap, sat up straight, and steadied the breath I had intentionally left uneven. The fake contractions nothing more than simple acting had been enough to send Alex into a frantic rush. He arrived rattled, thinking only of my supposed pain, letting me guide the entire moment exactly where I needed it to go.Slowly, I reached under the blanket. Two strands of blond hair were still tucked neatly between my fingers soft, light, and impossibly precious. I rolled them gently with the tip of my nail. These weren’t just physical objects; they were entry points.“Thank you, Alex,” I whispered, almost like a caress.I rose from the sofa, my steps steady now none of the

ALEXANDERI stepped out of the funeral hall with my head pounding. My steps felt unsteady—like I’d just woken from a dream that hadn’t fully released me. The hallway lights were too bright, slicing into the small ache pulsing at my temple.The night should’ve been calm. Foggy air, damp breeze quiet enough to help me think. But instead, everything seemed to pull my focus apart. I stopped at the door, trying to draw a deep breath. But every attempt came up short, shallow, unsatisfying.My mind should’ve been on Emely. On her grief. On the responsibility I had as her husband.But somehow all of that felt distant. Blurred. As if I were looking at it through thick glass.One name stood out above everything else.Lorian.My chest tightened. A strange sensation unfurled inside me almost like longing, even though I knew it didn’t make sense. I’d been fine with her earlier. Even relieved when I left.But now, memories of her returned one after another, uncontrollable. Her face. The way she loo

EMELYIt had been almost a month.A month since the night of Papa’s funeral… and since that same night, something about Alexander had changed.At first, I tried to convince myself it was only in my head. Alex was busy—of course he was. The company was handling a major project. And on top of that, Lorian was pregnant with his child. It was only natural that he would have to go back and forth, checking on her condition.I tried to understand. I really did.But as the days passed, it became harder and harder to keep pretending nothing was wrong.Because the truth was, Alex hardly ever came home anymore. And when he did, it was only briefly sometimes late at night, sometimes just before dawn. And almost always with the same explanation.Lorian needed him. I stood by the bedroom window, gazing out over the quiet yard. My belly, now visibly round, felt heavy as I supported it with one hand.The morning breeze slipped through the curtains, but the chill I felt didn’t come from the air outsid