Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

ROOSEVELT'S POVThe rich smell of rosemary and sizzling butter filled the dining room, but I couldn't bring myself to take a bite. My focus was entirely on the man sitting across from me, Zyran.The soft light from the chandelier reflected off his raven-black hair, perfectly styled even after a long day at work. He had taken off his suit jacket, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, veined forearms that flexed slightly as he cut into his steak. He looked like a masterpiece crafted by a god, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that typically formed a firm line.He was breathtaking, he was powerful and he was mine.Today was our fourth wedding anniversary. Usually, Zyran would have his assistant send a gift, a diamond necklace or a designer bag, and we would go about our separate lives. But this year, I had asked for something different. I wanted time. Just a cozy dinner at home, cooked by me.Despite his busy schedule running an empire

"He thinks I'm you?," I asked, my voice shaking. The room suddenly felt cold. I looked at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in. Zyran's expression turned serious. He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number. "Security," he said sharply. "Code Red, I need four men at my wife’s door right now and check the parking lot." He hung up and turned to Mina. She was shivering, wrapping her arms around herself. "Mina, sit down," Zyran said gently. "He won't touch her and he won't touch you." "I'm so sorry, Zyran," Mina cried. "I didn't mean to create this trouble for your family. I should just leave. I should let him find me." "Don't be foolish," Zyran said, but he squeezed her shoulder. "You are not going anywhere. You are family." I stared at him, confused. "Family?" Zyran looked at me, his eyes serious. "Roosevelt, I didn’t have time to explain earlier. Mina isn’t just a college friend, we grew up on the same street. She has known me since I was five." He glanced at Min

My body ached. The excitement of being back at work had faded, replaced by a dull throb in my ankle and the exhaustion of hiding a pregnancy. I unlocked the heavy front door of the Safe House, expecting silence and a cold, empty hallway. Instead, laughter filled the air. "Oh, look at you! You are still as beautiful as a doll, Mina!" "Stop it, Clara! You are making me blush." My hand froze on the doorknob. That was Zyran’s sister, Clara. The other voice, the deep, commanding one belonged to his mother, Beatrice. I took a deep breath. Just be polite, I told myself, be the good wife. I walked into the living room. The sight before me made my stomach drop. Mina sat in the center of the plush velvet sofa, wrapped in a cashmere blanket I recognized, it was a gift Zyran had given his mother last Christmas. Beatrice held Mina’s hand on one side while Clara was on the other, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mina’s face. Zyran stood by the fireplace, watching them with a soft, reliev