All Chapters of The billionaire leftover wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily stumbled through the dark as she took off her shoes. Her bravado had been short-lived. The adrenaline that had carried her through the night had drained away, leaving her weak and exposed. At the end of the day, Ana was the one Damien took home. And that was what mattered. The engagement party had been humiliating. Damien had decided to punish her. To degrade her for what he had judged and found her guilty of. She was a nobody. A school dropout. A woman picked from the leftover show. “Ow,” she moaned as she stubbed her toe against the corner of the clothes shelf. She hissed softly, bending to rub her foot, the marble floor cold beneath her bare skin. The house was silent, too silent, the kind of silence that pressed in on her ears. Somewhere far away, a grandfather clock ticked, slow and steady, counting moments she did not want to sit with. Blindly, she groped along the wall until her fingers found the light switch. The room flooded with soft yellow light.

Emily stared at the documents before her.Marriage or freedom.She had to choose.She certainly could not pay the thirty thousand dollars required to buy her freedom. The number alone felt suffocating. Suddenly, she missed her old life. She had been poor, yes, but she had been happy. Or at least lighter. No-one had owned her then.“Can we do this later?” she asked. "i need some time to think."Damien looked unbending.“You should have thought of that when you decided to break our engagement in my office.”"you are not leaving my office without signing either document. the choice is yours." he finished.“I couldn’t see you elsewhere,” Emily tried to rationalize. “You hadn’t come home. How else could I see you?”Damien stared at her silently, leaning back against his chair. A smug look curved his mouth. He was enjoying this. He had the upper hand, and he knew it. He enjoyed making her squirm.“I would have brought it to you tonight,” he answered. "“How could I know that when you haven

Emily stood pacing back and forth in her room, unable to calm herself.The trip home had done nothing to soothe her nerves. If anything, it had sharpened them. Someone had been actively sabotaging her relationships.For years.The realization sat heavy in her chest, pressing down until it felt hard to breathe. One minute she had been living a basic, predictable life. The next, everything had been turned upside down. Her routines, her choices, even her past now felt like something that belonged to someone else. As if her life was no longer hers, and she could only stand by and watch it unfold without her consent.She dragged a hand through her hair and stopped pacing long enough to lean against the dresser. The polished wood was cool beneath her palms. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to think.Who would go to such lengths?She racked her brain, trying to recall if there had been any warning signs she had ignored. Any pattern she had dismissed as bad luck. Was it because o

The opportunity to break another rule came quicker than she expected.Damien and she walked toward their respective seats, moving in step through the softly lit hall where muted conversation hummed beneath the music. The chandeliers above cast a warm glow across polished tables and crystal glassware, and the low murmur of laughter followed them as they passed. Damien took a slight turn toward a nearby table when he noticed a familiar client rising to greet him.As they walked closer to the client’s table, Emily moved one step ahead of Damien and stretched out her hand to greet the client.“Mrs. Hardy, sir. Pleased to make your acquaintance,” she said, pulling her best smile into place, her posture straight and composed.Two rules in one.Mr. Scott recovered quickly and introduced himself. “Mr. Scott,” he said, blowing a kiss on her knuckles as his fingers lingered just a moment longer than necessary.Turning to Damien, he added, “You have a very bold wife. You must enjoy that in othe

Emily drove as fast as she could, staying on the thin edge of the speed limit. The urgency in the investigator’s voice had her racing out of the house before she even realised she needed an excuse to leave without her guards. By the time the thought fully registered, she was already halfway down the drive, fingers tight around the steering wheel.Ditching them had taken an extra twenty minutes she didn’t have. It had required misdirection, a sudden change of route, and more than one risky turn. But she was finally free, and that was what mattered.The office building loomed ahead, a tall, unassuming structure tucked between more modern glass towers. She glanced at her watch. Fifty minutes. She was still under an hour.She parked hastily and stepped out, smoothing her clothes as she headed inside. The lobby was quiet, the air cool and faintly scented with polish and old paper.Rich was already waiting for her.He spotted her the moment she entered and ushered her into his office immedi