The billionaire's unwanted bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

We arrived at the police station. They separated us immediately. Alexander led to one interrogation room, me to another. I sat alone at a metal table, trying to process how my life had imploded in less than twenty-four hours.The door opened. A woman in her forties entered, carrying a thick file folder. She had sharp eyes and a hard expression."Mrs. Knight, I'm Detective Sarah Morrison." She sat across from me, opening the folder. "Do you understand why you're here?""No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal.""That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this."My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?""Answer the question, please.""It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement.""For money.""Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."Detective Morrison made notes. "And you

Mom was dead.I was under arrest.And none of it felt real.The door slammed open.It was Jennifer, Alexander's lawyer. Mine too, apparently. Lucky me."This is bullshit." I stared at the handcuffs around my wrists. The metal had left red marks. At least they will fade. "Emma." Jennifer's voice went soft. "I'm sorry about your mother. I really am. But right now, I need you focused. We have to prep your statement before they process you."Process me."You mean booking," I said. "Fingerprints. Mugshot. A cell with a metal toilet.""It won't...""Alexander is a puppet."The words just came out. Flat and true.Jennifer froze. Her hand clutching some legal document I didn't care about. "What?""He's a puppet," I repeated, looking up at her. "He doesn't pull strings. He is the string. And Daddy holds the other end."She knew. Of course she knew. She'd worked for the Knights long enough to see how the game was played.The door opened again.Alexander.He looked like hell. His tie was crook

Three weeks.That's how long it took for Alexander to accept his father's deal and submit to house arrest.Three weeks for the media to declare him guilty.Three weeks for me to become invisible.The tabloids ate up the narrative: tragic young wife standing by her disgraced husband. Poor Emma Knight, trapped in a scandal she couldn't possibly understand.Perfect.While they watched Alexander, no one was watching me.---I stood outside Knight Industries on a gray Monday morning, staring up at the glass tower.James Knight's kingdom. Soon to be my hunting ground.My phone buzzed. Jennifer: "James wants to see you. 10 AM. His office."Right on schedule.---James Knight's office occupied the entire top floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Mahogany desk. Everything designed to intimidate.I walked in wearing a black dress. Simple. Elegant. The kind that made me look like expensive decoration rather than a threat.James looked up, satisfied. Victorious. "Emma. Thank you for coming.""Did I ha