All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Three days passed. Three days of careful, calculated kindness from Daniel. Breakfast brought to her room every morning. Always from the private kitchen. Always safe. Flowers on her desk. Small gifts. A new book he thought she'd enjoy. Constant attention. "How are you feeling today?" "Did you sleep well?" "Is there anything you need?" The perfect husband. And Alina wanted so desperately to believe it was real. That he'd actually changed. Actually chosen her. Actually meant the promises. But something felt wrong. She couldn't name it. Couldn't point to a specific action or word. Just a feeling. A prickling at the back of her neck. Like being watched by something predatory. *** On the fourth morning, Alina woke to find Daniel already dressed. "I have meetings all day," he said, adjusting his tie. "But I arranged something for you." "What?" "Time with Junior. This afternoon. Two PM. In the garden. Just the two of you. No supervision. No Clarissa." Alina's

Alina screamed. The sound tore through her throat. But no one came. No one cared. Daniel dragged her to the center of the room. His grip was like iron on her arm. "Let me go!" He slapped her face. Hard. Alina's head jerked to the side. Her cheek burned. "Quiet." His voice was no longer the voice of the husband she once knew. This was the voice of a stranger. A monster who had been hiding behind a mask of honor all along. Alina tasted blood in her mouth. Split lip. "Daniel, please—" "Please?" He laughed. Bitter. Cruel. "You're begging now? After you left Junior? After you planned to run away? After you made me look weak in front of everyone?" He shoved her onto the bed. Alina fell. Bounced on the mattress. Tried to get up but Daniel was already on top of her. His body weight pressing down. Trapping. "Don't do this." Alina's voice trembled. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Daniel, don't—" "You're my wife." His hands ripped at the buttons of her s

Emma's hands gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white."Mrs. Helen," she said, voice tight with controlled panic. "What happened? Is Alina hurt?""I... I don't know, Miss." Mrs. Helen's voice trembled. "But her door is locked from the outside. And when I asked if she was alright, she told me to go away. Her voice was—" She choked. "—broken, Miss. Like something terrible happened."Emma closed her eyes briefly.Every instinct screamed at her to drive straight to that house. To break down the door. To get Alina out.But Rachel's earlier warning echoed in her mind.*Don't go to the Blackwood house.*If Emma charged in now—without evidence, without legal backup, without a plan—Daniel could have her arrested for trespassing. Could call security. Could spin it as harassment.And Alina would be even more isolated.Even more trapped."Emma?" Mrs. Helen's voice was small. Frightened. "What should I do?"Emma forced herself to think.To be strategic instead of emotional."Mrs.

Daniel did not sleep all night.He simply sat on the sofa, watching Alina cry through nearly the entire night. Doing nothing but looking. Listening to the sobs muffled by the blanket. Witnessing his wife's body tremble with each shuddering breath.Hour after hour passed in a silence that hurt.Dawn arrived. Around four in the morning.Alina's crying finally subsided. Her body stopped shaking. Her breathing slowed into the uneven rhythm of sleep.Daniel rose from the sofa with careful, deliberate movements. His legs were stiff from sitting motionless for hours.He approached the bed with cautious steps.Alina had fallen asleep curled into herself. Her face was still hidden beneath the blanket she had pulled up to cover nearly her entire body.Daniel drew the blanket back slowly. Easing it down until Alina's face came into view.Her eyes were swollen. Her eyelids puffy from crying too much. Her cheeks damp with tears that had not yet fully dried.Daniel touched that face with trembling

Mrs. Helen finished feeding Alina carefully. Half a bowl of porridge made it in. Better than nothing at all. "Good, Miss," she said while placing the empty bowl back on the tray. "You must keep eating. To maintain your strength." Alina nodded slowly. Her eyes still puffy but slightly more focused now. Mrs. Helen stood. Took the tray. "I'll be back later with lunch. Get enough rest." She turned toward the door. But before leaving, Mrs. Helen threw one last glance at Alina. The young woman had returned to curling up in the corner. Hugging her own knees. Staring blankly at the floor. Destroyed. Broken. Afraid. Mrs. Helen felt her chest tighten again. But she couldn't do anything more now. She'd already taken photos. Already got evidence. Now she just had to send them to Emma. Mrs. Helen left the room. Closed the door slowly. Mr. Harris still stood in the corridor. Staring at her sharply. "Finished?" "Yes. Mrs. Alina ate half the portion. I'll return later