บททั้งหมดของ I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

**Lena's POV**Daisy leaned against the door like she’d just claimed the whole restroom as her personal stage. Her maxi skirt swished against the tile, her high-neck blouse buttoned to the literal top, and yet here she was....her eyes glittering, while her mouth was curved in a smile that was equal parts mischief and menace. She tilted her head, looked from Sarah to me and back again, then delivered the line so casually it almost sounded sweet.“I won’t tell a soul,” she said, her voice dropping low enough that it felt like velvet sliding over skin. “But I want in. All three of us. Right here. Right now. Let me taste what you’ve started.”The air turned solid. Thick. Like someone had sucked all the oxygen out and replaced it with something heavier, something that pressed against my chest and made my lungs work twice as hard.Sarah’s hand was still resting on my hip from where she’d pulled me close, but it froze on the spot. Her fingers twitched once, then went stiff. I felt the shift

**Isabella’s POV** I stood frozen in the middle of the empty road, my car door was still open behind me, my engine ticking as it cooled. The woman knelt on the asphalt a few feet away, her knees scraped, and her palms pressed to the ground like she was trying to hold the earth still. Her dark hair hung in messy strands across her face, shoulders shaking with sobs that sounded more exhausted than dramatic. She looked up at me again with swollen, red, pleading eyes...and repeated the words slower this time, like she needed me to really hear it. “You’ve taken my husband,” she said. “He left us. Me and our daughter. Said he didn’t want this life anymore. Said he had someone new. Someone… better.” My mouth went dry. “Who.... Who's your husband?” The word came out hoarse, barely audible over the low wind moving through the trees. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Davis Rossi.” The name hit like a slap I didn’t see coming. My heart forgot how to beat for a full second t

**Alexander's POV**The office felt like a tomb after hours, the lights were dimmed to that sickly yellow glow from the desk lamp, shadows crawling up the glass walls like they were trying to swallow the city skyline outside. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming the mahogany desk, waiting for the call I’d been dreading and demanding all at once. The phone buzzed sharply, insistent and I snatched it up before the second ring.“Talk,” I said, my voice low and clipped.The man on the other end, Victor, my best investigator, the guy who could dig up dirt on ghosts if I paid him enough cleared his throat. “Mr. Knight. I’ve got the report on Lucian Voss. It’s… complicated.”“Complicated how?” I leaned forward, my chair creaking under my weight. “Spit it out. I’m not paying you to hedge.”He exhaled, it was long, uneasy. “Voss isn’t who he says he is. Real name: Lucian Knight. Born thirty-five years ago to Reginald and Eleanor Knight. Your Dad and Stepmom, sir. He’s your half olde

**Alexander’s POV**The garage lights buzzed overhead like dying insects. I stood frozen, the Glock still warm in my palm, and the barrel pointed uselessly at the empty space where Lucian’s car had been only seconds ago. Red taillights bled into the black distance until they vanished completely. Gone.My chest felt caved in. Every word I’d spat at him tonight...every ugly, jagged truth hung between us now like barbed wire. I could still see the way his jaw locked when I said it. The way his eyes searched mine for a lie that wasn’t there.“Fuck,” I whispered to the concrete.I should’ve lied. Should’ve let him keep believing whatever fairy tale kept him looking at me like I was the real devil behind all those schemes. Instead I ripped the bandage off and watched him bleed.The gun trembled once in my hand. I shoved it into the back of my waistband, the metal biting skin, and forced my legs to move. One step. Another. Backward. Away from the spot where he’d stood staring at me like I’d

**Lucian’s POV**Our foreheads were still pressed together, her breath was warm and shaky against my lips. I could feel the tremble in her fingers where they rested at the nape of my neck.“I shouldn’t,” I whispered again, but the words had no fight left in them.Isabella’s thumb brushed the corner of my mouth. “Then don’t think. Just feel.”I closed the last inch.The kiss was soft at first....barely a touch, like testing water. Her lips parted under mine, sweet and hesitant, and the quiet sound she made in the back of her throat undid me. I tilted my head, deepening it slowly, tasting the faint vanilla on her tongue. She answered by sliding her hands into my damp hair, pulling me closer.We kissed like we had all the time in the world and none at all. Slowly, exploring each other. I sucked gently on her lower lip and she sighed into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my chest. My hands found her waist, slipping under the hem of that oversized sweater. Her skin was warm, impossibl