All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALEXANDERWarm steam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom. Drops of water slid from my hair; the towel hung loosely around my shoulders. The world felt like it was moving a little slower after everything that had happened this morning.On the bed, Lorian had fallen back asleep. The blanket draped over her hips, her brown hair spilling across the pillow. Her breathing was steady, peaceful—like nothing in the world was complicated.I looked at her for a moment, then turned away. Something tightened in my chest—something I didn’t want to name. A faint guilt, almost like a shadow.I pushed it aside.I assumed Emely had gone back to sleep after… the chaos earlier. Maybe she needed time to calm herself. Maybe she was angry. But Emely was always someone I could talk to once things cooled down.That was how it had always been.I pulled on a T-shirt, ran a hand through my damp hair, and stepped out of the room.The house felt too quiet.“Emely?” I called from the hallway.No

STEVENMy body slammed against the edge of the table—hard enough to knock the breath out of me. Pain radiated from my ribs to my back, my vision dimming for a split second. But that wasn’t what pushed me back to my feet.Alexander stood in front of me—shoulders heaving, jaw locked, eyes storming. He wasn’t just angry. He was losing control.I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, forcing myself to stand even though every part of my body screamed otherwise.“Don’t get in my way again,” he warned, voice low and heavy with rage. “Where is my wife?”I braced a hand against the table to steady myself. Emely was upstairs—pale, weak, terrified. She had definitely heard everything. That alone was enough to make me block his path again.“No,” I rasped. “You’re not going up.”Alexander’s fist tightened. “Move.”“She’s not well,” I shot back. “She needs rest. Not… this.”“I’m her husband!” he exploded.I met his glare head-on. “Then you should’ve been the first person to make sure she was

EMELYThe car was moving too fast. City lights streaked across the windows, flashing like lines of color that seemed to swallow what little breath I had left. I sat still, body tense, fingers clutching the hem of my skirt so tightly my knuckles turned white.Alexander hadn’t said a single word since we stepped out the door. Not one.Only his breathing filled the space—short, heavy, like he was holding back the last remnants of an explosion that could detonate at any second. His hand gripped the steering wheel so hard the veins in his forearm stood out.I kept my gaze down, afraid to look at his face. Afraid to see whether his eyes were still as dark as they were when he’d threatened to beat Steven again.I swallowed, throat dry. Even my breathing felt off, as if my chest was too tight to draw proper air. My stomach was taut—not just from my condition, but from a fear that refused to settle.Every time the car tilted or turned, my shoulder jolted, and Alexander would snap his head towa

EMELYI don’t really remember how I got myself out of that room. When Alexander finally stopped talking—finally stopped driving those words into me until my chest locked tight and I couldn’t breathe—my body simply moved on its own.I stepped back slowly, then turned around. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.My steps felt foreign beneath me, like I was walking while holding shards of glass inside my chest. My breaths came short and hot, as if something was lodged in my throat. The walls of this house seemed to close in, narrowing, tightening around me as though they were ready to swallow me whole.I went into the bedroom. Closed the door. Locked it. The moment the lock clicked, every bit of strength I had forced myself to hold together simply collapsed.I don’t really remember how I got myself out of that room. When Alexander finally stopped talking—finally stopped driving those words into me until my chest locked tight and I couldn’t breathe—my body simply moved on its own.I stepped ba

LORIANI felt Alexander’s heartbeat pounding beneath my palm where it still rested on his chest. Faster now. More erratic. His breathing, which had been long and heavy, had turned short and sharp, like a man holding back something he desperately wanted to let go.He swallowed.The sound was small but unmistakable in the quiet room. His throat moved visibly, the bulge in his neck rising and falling. I could almost hear the swallow sliding down—such a tiny motion, yet it felt like the last lock on a door he’d kept tightly shut finally giving way.His gaze dropped again to the open neckline of my satin pajamas, the one I’d deliberately left undone. Not too deep, just enough to reveal the curve of my breasts rising and falling with each slow, deliberate breath I took. My skin felt feverish under his stare, and I knew he felt it too—the same heat crawling from his chest downward, spreading low.“Alex…” I called again, my voice deliberately lower, huskier. I shifted slightly in his lap, let