All Chapters of ⭐ THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET BRIDE⭐: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONE — BROKEN DAY The rain hammered the rusted roof like it was furious with the world—just like Amara’s life today. Each drop felt like a tiny accusation, reminding her of everything falling apart at once. Her phone buzzed insistently on the wet wooden table. She already knew what awaited her before she even glanced at the screen. Her hands trembled as she opened the message: “You are hereby terminated from your position. You may clear your desk immediately.” Amara’s breath hitched. Another job lost. Not because she wasn’t skilled or hardworking—but because the manager had been harassing her, and she had refused his disgusting, manipulative “offer.” The bitter taste of injustice filled her mouth. And yet, as if the universe wanted to punish her further, her landlord appeare

💎 CHAPTER THREE — THE JOB THAT WASN’T A JOB The interior of the SUV felt like another world—cool, quiet, smelling faintly of leather and something expensive. Amara sat stiffly, her hands folded in her lap, watching the city blur past the tinted windows. Dante sat beside her, calm and unreadable, as if riding with strangers was a normal part of his morning. She swallowed. “Where are we going?” “To my office,” he replied simply. “Your office?” She frowned. “For what?” “For your job interview.” Amara blinked. “But you already said—” “I said I had something for you,” he cut in smoothly. “But I don’t hire carelessly. You’ll still be tested.” She looked away. Of course. Rich people never did anything without rules, complications, and hidden motives. At least she would hear the offer before agreeing. Still, something about the situation didn’t feel... normal. She clasped her hands

💎 CHAPTER FIVE — SECRETS BEHIND THE GLASS The elevator hummed softly as it descended, but the silence between them felt heavier than steel. Amara stood beside Dante, trying to steady her breathing, while he watched the glowing numbers count down with an unreadable expression. They were going *below* the building. Not up. Not to another office floor. But deep under the headquarters. A place no normal assistant would ever need to go. Her voice trembled despite her effort to control it. “Dante… where exactly are we going?” His gaze remained forward. “To see the foundation of everything I run.” “That sounds… ominous.” He finally looked at her, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Good. You’re learning.” The elevator stopped with a soft chime. But the doors didn’t open immediately — instead, red scanners swept across Dante’s face, then Amara’s, making her flinch. Only when the sys

CHAPTER SEVEN — THE HUNTER IN THE SHADOWS** Amara pressed her palms against the cold steel walls of the safe room, her heart thundering like a trapped bird. Dante had locked her inside only minutes ago, his dark eyes burning with a promise he whispered before the door slammed shut: **“I always come back for what’s mine.”** But now the room was too quiet. Too still. Too wrong. She paced back and forth. Ten steps. Turn. Ten steps. Turn. The silence thickened, crawling under her skin. Suddenly— **PHWMMM!** The lights flickered, then dimmed to a haunting red glow. “No… no… Dante, where are you?” she whispered. The security monitor on the wall blinked with static, the screen distorting the camera feeds. One by one, the cameras went dark until only a single angle remained — the hallway outside her door. And then she heard it. **Footsteps.** Slow. Heavy. Deliberate. Not D

CHAPTER NINE — A TARGET ON HER BACK** Amara barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the masked intruder reaching for her… the glint of a weapon… Dante pulling her away seconds before the door exploded. But beneath the fear was something even more dangerous. Dante’s confession. *“You’re the part of me I thought was dead.”* Her heart wouldn’t let go of those words. By the time the door’s locks beeped and unsealed, she sat up straight, pulse racing. Dante stepped in. His suit was changed, but there was a stiffness to his movements—tension just beneath the surface. The bruising on his jaw had darkened. Someone had patched his arm, yet he still looked like a man who’d fought a war and wasn’t done fighting. “Are you hurt?” she blurted immediately. He stopped… surprised. “You should worry about yourself,” he said softly. “Not me.” “That’s not possi