Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

**Sarah’s POV** The sheets were tangled around my legs like they were trying to hold me captive, and the room smelled like sweat and something sweeter, something that made my stomach flip in a way I didn’t want to think about. My eyes flew open, and the first thing I saw was Lena...peaceful, her face soft in sleep, one arm draped loosely over the pillow, her hair a mess of waves across the bed. God, she looked beautiful even like this, vulnerable and real. But the panic hit me like a wave crashing over my head, drowning out everything else. What had I done? My heart started racing, pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my temples, like it was trying to escape my body. I sat up slowly, careful not to wake her, my mind spinning with a thousand regrets. I was horny. Overwhelmed...? Yes!. That’s what it was. That’s all it was. But what if she thought it was more? What if she told someone? The office...God, the office. Everyone would know. I’d be the joke, the mess. And

**Lucian’s POV** The conference room on the thirty-second floor felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the scent of fresh coffee, expensive leather, and the faint metallic tang of tension that always seemed to follow Mia into any room she entered. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the late-afternoon city skyline, but the golden light did nothing to soften the edges of the people gathered around the long mahogany table. My lawyer, Marcus Hale, sat to my right, hi silver hair impeccably combed, suit crisp, pen poised over a legal pad like a weapon. Across from us, Davis’s attorney, a sharp-eyed woman named Rachel Chen, tapped her stylus against her tablet in a steady rhythm that matched the pulse in my temples. Davis himself sat beside her, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jump every few seconds. Mia occupied the opposite side like she owned the space, her legs crossed, arms folded, dark hair pulled into a severe ponytail that did nothing to hide th

**Isabella’s POV** The moment the door locked behind us with that final snap, the air inside the old house changed. It thickened, grew heavier, pressing against my skin like damp wool. Alex turned the key slowly—deliberately...then slipped it into his pocket without looking away from me. The candle flames danced in their holders, throwing long, trembling shadows across the walls, and every flicker made his face look different: softer one second, sharper the next, always dangerous. I backed up until my spine met the rough wooden wall beside the fireplace. The heat from the logs licked at my calves through my jeans, but it did nothing to thaw the ice sliding through my veins. He stepped forward slowly, measured, like a predator who already knew the prey had nowhere left to run. “Alexander…” My voice cracked on his name, barely above a whisper. “Please. Open the door.” He didn’t answer right away. Instead he closed the remaining distance until the toes of his shoes touched mine. I

**Chloe’s POV** My scream tore through the night like a blade. “Isabella!!!” The name ripped out of my throat before my brain even registered what my eyes were seeing. My legs moved on their own, carrying me across the candlelit living room in three frantic strides. Alexander was looming over her on the couch, his belt half-undone, his face flushed with alcohol. Isabella’s sweater was torn at the shoulder, red marks already blooming across her collarbone and wrists like ugly fingerprints. Her jeans were still on—thank God, but the terror in her eyes was so raw it felt like it burned straight into my chest. I didn’t think. I just shoved. Both hands slammed into Alexander’s back with every ounce of fury I had. He staggered forward, caught off balance, his knees buckling. His shoulder hit the coffee table; glassware crashed, whiskey splashing across the floor in amber arcs. He went down hard...half on the rug, half against the leg of the armchair and at the same time grunting in su

**Lucian’s POV** The tires screamed against asphalt as I pushed the car harder into the winding dark of the county road. Trees whipped past in black blurs, their branches clawing at the sky like they were trying to drag us back. The speedometer needle trembled past one hundred twenty, the engine roaring so loud it drowned out everything except the blood pounding in my ears. Davis gripped the door handle with white knuckles, his other hand braced against the dash, but he didn’t tell me to slow down. He knew better. My phone vibrated violently in the center console...once, twice, insistent. I snatched it without looking, thumbed the answer button, and jammed it to my ear. “Lucian....” I matched the brake immediately. “Lucian.” Her voice came through small, cracked, but steady enough to slice straight through the roar in my head. “Come to the hospital. Right now. I’m here.” The world tilted. I jerked the wheel instinctively...too hard the car fishtailed, gravel spraying, Davis sw