Todos los capítulos de The billionaire leftover wife : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

"Emily Harlow.”Her name thundered through the speakers, echoing across the studio and into the waiting room like a public sentence.For a moment, Emily didn’t move.Her fingers tightened around the thin fabric of her gown as the reality settled in. This was it. No turning back. No escape.She was about to beg for a husband on a national television show.She drew in a breath, slow and careful, but the air barely filled her lungs before the corset bit sharply into her ribs. Whoever had laced it had pulled too tight, cinching her waist into something fragile and ornamental. Beauty over comfort. Always.She swallowed the discomfort down.“This way,” a stagehand said, already pulling the curtain aside.Emily stepped forward.The corridor was dim and narrow, but the noise ahead was anything but. Laughter. Applause. The excited murmur of an audience that hadn’t come for love, but for spectacle.The curtain opened.Light exploded around her.For a heartbeat, she was blind. White-hot stage li

Emily arrived at Cupid’s House just as the sun dipped low, the sky blushing pink behind the towering white gates. The place looked nothing like a facility meant to decide women’s futures. It looked like a resort. Tall iron gates swung open silently, revealing a long curved driveway lined with palm trees wrapped in twinkling lights. The mansion itself rose at the center, all white stone and glass balconies, glowing warmly as if it welcomed everyone equally. Emily knew better. She stepped out of the car with her overnight bag clutched tightly in her hand. The driver didn’t wish her luck. Didn’t say a word. He simply nodded and drove off, leaving her standing alone at the foot of the stairs. A woman in a crisp white suit approached immediately, tablet in hand. “Emily Harlow?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes.” “Welcome to Cupid’s House. Phones on silent. Cameras are everywhere. What you say here may be used on air.” Her smile was polite, professional, empty. “Follow me.

Amidst the chaos, Damien strolled through the room, heading toward the stage. A strange, new calm had descended into the place, replacing the cacophony with an electric tension shocked anticipation and curious silence.Media personnel had their cameras trained on him, lenses swiveling as he moved. He knew in the next five minutes, every entrance and exit in this building would be blocked, reporters clamoring for a statement, a photograph, any movement from him.So many questions would follow. Why was he here? Why participate in the event? Why choose a “leftover” woman as his wife? Did he know her before this moment? Had she been placed in this position deliberately?But Damien’s attention was fixed. His eyes found her. The woman who had, unknowingly or not, destroyed his plans. The woman he was meeting for the first time yet whose existence seemed to dominate his life. The woman his father had loved more than him. She was powerful in a way that unsettled him, and he would uncove