Todos los capítulos de His Unwanted Wife (Billionaire's regret): Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The next day, Rach continued working as a cleaner. Even though some people made fun of her, she swallowed her pride and stayed focused. Right now, her only goal was to destroy Selin, Noah, and the Miller Group.Although Rach hated Noah for abandoning her, a tiny spark of pain still pinched her heart whenever she thought about him. But emotional pain was the least of her worries. She was deeply in debt to Theo, and she knew the kind of man he was—he was not someone who gave second chances. Every single penny owed to Theo had to be paid back in full, along with heavy interest. If she failed, the consequences would be deadly.When Rach saw her chance, she quietly slipped inside Selin’s private office. Her eyes darted around as she searched frantically through the desk setup. She needed confidential reports—the kind of financial data and secret records that could instantly force the Miller Group into bankruptcy.Unfortunately for Rach, Selin was far too smart to be caught off guard. She h

Later that night, Rach slipped through the heavy glass doors of the Miller Group building. The hallways were quiet, bathed in the dim glow of emergency lights. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her hands were steady as she opened Noah’s office safe, grabbed the confidential project reports, and stuffed them into her bag.An hour later, she sat in Theo’s dimly lit office, sliding the crisp manila folder across his executive desk.Theo leaned back in his leather chair, flipping through the pages with a lazy, amused smirk. "You’re surprisingly good at stealing from the people you used to protect, Rach.""Are we even now?" Rach asked, crossing her arms to hide her trembling fingers."Of course," Theo said, looking up with a glint of genuine interest in his eyes. "In fact, I have an offer for you. Work for me. I’ll pay you one hundred grand a month."Rach raised an eyebrow. "What kind of job?""Simple," Theo said, tapping his fingers on the wooden desk. "Keep your position at the Miller

The day after Fabi fled to Italy, the echo of his promise still lingered like a warm touch in Selin’s memory When I return, I will make you my wife. Days bled into one another, heavy with longing, but the physical miles between them were useless against the quiet tether they shared. No matter how demanding their schedules grew, they carved out moments across time zones—stolen virtual hours where the rest of the world faded away.Meanwhile, at the headquarters of The Miller Group, the air was deceptively calm.Rach worked diligently as a janitor, her movements precise as she swept and scrubbed, keeping the executive floors spotless. But Selin was no fool. Silence from a snake didn't mean it had slithered away—it meant it was coiling to strike. Rach’s sudden diligence was an act, a quiet cover for whatever ruin she was plotting next.When Noah stepped into Selin’s office, the tension was palpable. He moved with a urgent, nervous energy, leaning in close as he began to outline a plan to

Later that afternoon, Rach pushed open the heavy oak doors to Theo’s private study. The scent of aged whiskey and rich tobacco hung thick in the air, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the golden skyline of Antalya.Theo sat behind his sprawling mahogany desk, a crystal tumbler in one hand and a lit cigar in the other. Smoke curled lazily from his lips as Rach approached, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor."Noah has signed a billion-dollar contract with Mr. Carlos," Rach began, her voice steady despite the adrenaline hammering in her chest.Theo swirled his glass, setting it down with a soft clink. He raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze locking onto her. "Who, exactly, is Mr. Carlos?""One of the most powerful and influential powerbrokers in Antalya," Rach replied cleanly. "He controls half the logistics and shipping hubs in the region. If Noah secures that deal, the Miller Group becomes virtually untouchable."Theo leaned back, a dark, calcul

The sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private lounge, bathing the leather and polished mahogany in a cold, artificial gleam. Across the glass table, Mr. Carlos adjusted his cufflinks, his sharp eyes flicking from the leather-bound folder to the young man sitting opposite him. Theo Cruz sat with an air of unearned swagger, a man convinced he was the smartest person in the room. Beside him, Rach sat quietly, her presence an afterthought he wore like a piece of cheap jewelry. When Carlos had first reviewed Theo’s proposal, he had recognized its foundation immediately. It bore the indisputable, high-caliber mark of the Miller Group’s strategic architecture. But Theo, in his desperate rush to climb the corporate ladder, had loaded the deal with reckless incentives. He was offering astronomical profit splits and equity shares—terms so lavish they bordered on lunacy. Under normal circumstances, Carlos would have laughed the amateur out of his office. But Carlos was not acting