《Hated by my husband,craved by the billionaire Mr.Worthington》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

More? From the moment his mother introduced Eliana to him, Alex searched himself for something — a spark, a pull, anything that felt like attraction or real connection. But no matter how hard he tried to conjure it, nothing came. It just simply wasn’t there. What he did noticed, though, was his mother. Hypertensive for years, she’d lived under the constant threat of her own blood pressure. Yet with Eliana around, she was different. Better. Her health had improved so dramatically that even her doctors commented on it. Alex couldn’t ignore that. For his mother’s sake, he knew what he had to do. If he felt nothing for Eliana, he could at least offer her a contract— to have her close by. She would play as his girlfriend while he takes care of any and every of her needs in return and would also continue to do so for as long as the contract remained. As long as his mother lives. Just for the sake of his ailing mother. Without missing a beat, Eliana had accepted the pro

Amelia closed the vanity drawer. The cash made a soft 'shhhh' against the wood surface, and for a second, that was the only sound in the room. She didn’t count it. She knew the exact number. Two thousand, four hundred and sixty, folded small. Six more months of night shifts, if the tips were still this good and she didn't get caught. Six more months until she hits her target and is able to file. She wouldn't have to flinch whenever a banh fall on the door or at the shout of her name. She lifted the folded stack and inhaled the fresh scent, a satisfactory grin forming on her rosy lips. Her gaze shuffled from the money to the bed three steps away. Both her kids asleep — Angel with her fist by her mouth, and Aria with her blanket kicked to her knees. She pulled it up, tucked it under Aria's chin, and let her fingers linger a second longer than they needed to. If Hector came home tonight, he wouldn’t check on them. He never did. But he’d probably notice if the house didn’t sm

She must have looked pitiful. Mascara smudged, lip trembling, but even her ruined makeup couldn’t hide how pretty her face was. He took her clamped hands and helped her off the floor, gently guiding her back to the couch. His grip was firm, but not rough. His hands wiped her tears. Calloused. Gentle. Then he pulled her head against his chest — hard muscle under dress shirt — and held her in an urgent, crushing embrace. "She won’t, Amelia,'' he said, voice low against her hair. "I promise. I’ll protect you from her and everything in-between. You are safe with me." Protect? The word snagged in her ribs. Did he just swear to protect a married woman? Her? Minutes passed and Amelia's breathing finally slowed. He handed her water without asking. The glass was cold. "Thank you." He didn’t answer. He only pursed his lips and nodded gently whilst he just watched her. His stare was heavy, fixed on the glass in her hand as if he could read every thought ricocheting through h

"Cut the crap, Amelia," the blonde viper spat, her voice sharp enough to slice through the ceiling and rattle the chandeliers. "Don’t even try to lie to my face right now. You were at the club tonight. I saw you with my own two eyes — right there at Velour. I’m absolutely sure of it." That bitch! She clearly had spilled to Hector. "Velour?" Amelia repeated. The word sounded rather foreign on her tongue as her brows knitted together in a frown. Her eyes darted between them, searching for an explanation that wasn’t there. "I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sharon. And how on earth could I have been there when you both literally just woke me up right now?" She gestured vaguely at herself, robe still wrapped tight. "I was dead asleep until you came knocking." Sharon rolled her eyes. Hector sighed. He noticed the disorientation on her face and couldn't help but speak. "She probably doesn't even know that kind of place exist, Sharon. Exotic places like that isn't where peo

"Relax Jaden," Hailey said softly, her voice steady as she tried to ease the tension in the room. "I know you're still upset, but I’m sure there are other ways we can expose him without rushing into anything. It’s just unfortunate that he turned out to be smarter than we expected." She reached out, placing the glass of water into his hand, then rested her other hand lightly on his shoulder and gave it a gentle, reassuring pat. "And that’s exactly what gets under my skin more than anything else about him," he said, voice tight with frustration. "It’s not just that he had made a fool of everyone. He had deliberately went behind our backs and set up that call with Mr. Worthington, all while pretending he was trying to help. And the worst part? The reason the company is drowning right now is because of him in the first place!" He seized the glass of water, tipped it back and swallowed the contents quickly, barely pausing for breath. With a sharp, irritated motion he slammed the em