Todos os capítulos de MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

"You look like someone who just made a very expensive mistake."I looked up from my glass.The man at the end of the bar hadn't moved. He was still facing forward, one hand loose around a glass of something dark, eyes fixed on the bottles lined up against the mirror behind the counter. He wasn't looking at me. He said it the way people say things they already know the answer to."Wrong," I said. "I just figured out I was saving myself from one."He turned his head then. Slowly, like he had all the time in the world and knew it.I didn't look away. I was done looking away from things tonight.My name is Nadia Reeves, and forty minutes ago, I was supposed to be the happiest woman in Las Vegas. White dress hanging in the suite. Hair pinned up. Makeup done by a woman who charged four hundred dollars an hour and was worth every cent. Rehearsal dinner behind us, vows memorized, engagement ring waiting to be replaced by a wedding band.Garrett's ring.I looked down at it now. Three carats. P

He had a list. Of course he had a list.I found it on the plane. Octavia, his assistant, met me at the airport with a slim black folder. Razor-sharp, efficient, polished. She didn’t smile. She didn’t speak more than necessary. She handed it over, gave me a precise nod, and left. Her posture alone screamed: Do not waste my time.Inside: a two-week schedule, a penthouse layout, a roster of staff and their names, and a single page titled Expectations.I opened it. The rules weren’t cruel. They were thorough. I was to be present at public events. I was discuss the arrangement with anyone, including family, without prior approval. I wasn’t to bring guests to the penthouse unannounced. I wasn’t to interfere in his business or speak to the press.The back of the page was blank. I found a pen in my bag and started writing.*He will not make decisions about my schedule without my input. He will not speak to me in front of staff the way he speaks to a board member. He will not enter my private

He was already waiting when I came downstairs, and the way he looked at me told me more than he'd said in four days.Not a long look. Not obvious. Just a second where his eyes moved from my face to the dress and back, something in his expression shifting in a way I couldn't name yet."Ready," he said. Not a question."Yes," I said.The car was already at the curb.He went through the details on the ride over with the efficiency of a man running a pre-event briefing. Who would be there. Board members I should recognize by face. Topics to avoid, the legal dispute that was pending, the acquisition that hadn't been announced yet, anything about how we met that went beyond the surface. He was precise and thorough and spoke without looking at me; not coldness, I had learned, but concentration.I watched the city move past the window and listened to all of it.When he finished, I said: "When they ask how we met, what do I say?"He was quiet for three seconds exactly. "The hotel bar. It's tr