บททั้งหมดของ SECRETS OF A BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

The Estate’s tour car, a Jeep Wrangler, approached, driven by a middle-aged Asian man dressed neatly as a butler.Rivera adjusted tensely. This was all starting to get real.“I asked you a question.” She turned toward Luke hoping to still get something out of him.“That would be unnecessary.” His tone was suddenly cold and distant.Rivera frowned. “Unnecessary?”“My work here is done. You will now meet your husband.”Before she could respond, he got back in the car and they drove off, leaving her standing alone at the entrance of the vast estate.Rivera stared after the disappearing car in disbelief.“How dare he? I lived with him for two years, and now he treats me like some virus.”Unknown to her, Reagan Royce stood upstairs in the study of the twin mansion, observing her through a telescope.“She looks rather plain,” he murmured yet his gaze lingered longer than necessary.A mischievous smile curved his lips as he handed the telescope back to the waiting servant beside him and retu

“I hate suspense. I want my answers," Rivera insisted.“But I live for suspense.” He stepped closer, close enough that she had to tilt her head to look up at him.His fingers deliberately reached out and brushed against her hair. It was so hard to resist him and she hated herself for it.She hated that this man, this cruel, arrogant stranger knew exactly what he was doing to her.His words were cruel but his touch was gentle, calculated and mesmerizing.'He's bad for you,' she warned herself.“Have you ever considered that perhaps you’ve trusted my discretion too much?”"Hmm," he hummed softly as his fingers slid from her hair to her cheeks.“I could easily go out there and tell my own version of this story." She needed to scare him into surrender and she expected anger. Instead, Reagan smiled.Slowly, he withdrew his hand, only to trail his knuckles lightly along her jaw.“You’re a daring darling, aren’t you? I love it.”Rivera didn't understand why a threat like this would amuse him

Reagan didn't return to the house that night. The headlines of the news reports the following day were ruthless.Reagan Royce had been spotted at a private nightclub the previous night, highly intoxicated and surrounded by hot, half-naked women.Rivera scoffed. For once, his behavior didn't bother her. She had more important things to worry about.Later that afternoon, Luke arrived. Reagan still hadn’t returned.“How are you settling in?” he asked as they sat across from each other in the sunroom.“Is that what we’re calling this now? Settling in?"“Did he hurt you?”Rivera hesitated. “Not physically.”“He can be intense. Let me know if you need anything. Reagan asked me to move into one of the mansions. He and I will be working closely, so we’ll be seeing each other more often.”“Work?”“Yes, I’ll be around to make sure he doesn’t cross any lines with you.”Protect her from Reagan? That unsettled her more than it comforted her.“You’ve never cared what happens to me. You've been avoi

“Divorce her. This doesn’t have to mean anything. We can fix this. You and I,” Clara pressed. Her voice was a mix of command and desperation.Rivera's heart beat loudly. Just hours ago, she prayed for him to divorce her but now that someone else suggested it, she wasn't sure if she ever wanted that.Reagan didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was calm and measured. “We’ll see.”Two words, that was all. Rivera felt something cold settle in her chest.It wasn't fear or anger, it was something sharper. It was jealousy.And just like that, a dangerous realization struck her. She cared.This man who seemed untouchable, drove her crazy, made her feel small and wild at the same time, she really cared about him.Right from the first time they met, he had always had such an impact on her that no man else did.And now, she was terrified that he'd go back to Clara. She was perfect for him and Rivera felt inferior to her.Clara was beautiful, sophisticated and wealthy. Rivera's charm