Todos os capítulos de His Unwanted Wife (Billionaire's regret): Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

When Selin stepped onto the stage beside Ronald Sever, the whole banquet hall seemed to hold its breath. Lights glinted off the crystal chandeliers, catching the soft shimmer of Selin’s gown and the quiet, unshakable dignity in the way she stood—shoulders back, head high, no trace of the worn-down housewife anyone might have expected. Ronald turned to face the crowd, his voice carrying clearly over the hushed room, every word deliberate and proud.“Today, I have the greatest privilege of my life,” he announced, resting a hand gently on Selin’s shoulder. “To introduce to you all… my long-lost daughter. Selin Sever.”A murmur rippled through the room, rising like a tide. But where others felt awe or joy, for Rach, the world seemed to tilt sharply on its axis. She stood frozen at the edge of the crowd, her hand tightening until her knuckles blanched around the stem of her champagne glass, shaking her head in sheer, unvarnished disbelief. How? How could this be? How could the woman she ha

“Why did you slap me?” Rach demanded, her voice trembling with sheer fury as she clutched her red cheek.Selin didn’t flinch. She stepped forward, her eyes flashing with cold defiance.“You have no right to point your finger at old Mrs. Miller. She is my grandmother.”The frail woman stood up, her hand gently grasping Selin’s arm. “Hija, dear, please... stop this,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. She looked down, her shoulders sagging under the weight of shame. “There’s no need for you to buy the Miller shares anymore. We don’t deserve your help.”“Grandma, why would you say that?” Selin’s tone softened instantly as she turned to the elderly woman. “I’m doing this for you, not for them.”“But my family has caused too many scenes. We ruined your party,” the old lady whispered, unable to meet Selin’s eyes.“It wasn't you, Grandma. It was them,” Selin answered firmly, wrapping her hand over the older woman’s. “Do not blame yourself for the mistakes of bitter, greedy peopl

Noah stood near the service entrance, his shoulders stiff beneath the stark white jacket and black vest of a catering waiter. He shouldn't have been here. But he had to see her. One last time. From across the cavernous, marble-floored room, he caught sight of Selin. She looked breathlessly magnificent. Clad in a bespoke ivory lace gown that draped over her slender frame, she looked like a queen who had finally reclaimed her rightful throne. After years of living in obscurity, she had recently been identified as the long-lost heiress to the Sever fortune. She had found her family. She had found her place. And in doing so, she had lost him. Or rather, he had lost her. Noah’s chest caved in, an agonizing physical ache radiating from his heart down to his limbs. He wanted to be happy for her. God knew he prayed every single night for her safety and joy. But the bitterest pill to swallow wasn't that she had reunited with her biological family—it was the man standing beside her

The tense atmosphere of the Sever banquet had finally dissipated, leaving the mansion draped in a heavy, protective quiet. Selin leaned back against her pillows, exhausted. Her father and siblings hovered near her bed, their faces pale with residual terror."Sister... I thought I was going to lose you again," Jana sobbed, her hands trembling as she clutched Selin’s.Selin offered a reassuring smile, squeezing her sister’s hand firmly. "I’m right here, Jana. I’m not going anywhere—whatever happens, I promise."In the shadow of the doorway stood Fabi. Tailored in an immaculate charcoal suit, his broad shoulders leaned against the frame, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His piercing gaze never left her."And what about me, my love?" his deep voice echoed softly. "Are you going to leave me, too?""Why would I ever do that?" Selin murmured, her gaze softening. "Since the beginning of time, fate gave me you."Fabi moved with silent grace, crossing the room to sit on the edge of her b

Inside the towering glass and marble expanse of the Miller mansion, Noah stood frozen. The air in the study felt suffocatingly heavy, thick with the sharp scent of old mahogany, expensive whiskey, and imminent ruin.Across the wide obsidian desk, his father, Fred Miller, slid a thick leather-bound dossier across the polished surface until it slammed against the rim of Noah’s side. The sharp thud echoed through the silent room like a gavel declaring a death sentence.“Sign it,” Fred commanded, his voice devoid of warmth, cracking like a dry whip.Noah’s hand trembled as he reached out, his knuckles white as his fingers brushed the cold paper. He flipped open the cover, his sharp blue eyes scanning the formal black text. The terms were brutal, a total surrender dressed up in legalese. Shock rippled across his featureless expression, turning his tailored composure into raw anguish.“Is this… a merger?” Noah’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper.“Yes,” Fred replied, his eyes cold and