บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"It's Mina," Zyran choked out. His voice shook with panic. "She is at the hospital, she just tried to end her life."The warm, romantic air in my office disappeared instantly.Zyran no longer looked at me. His mind was already miles away, rushing to her side.He shoved his phone into his pocket and turned toward the door."I have to go," he said quickly, grabbing the door handle. "I will call you later.""Zyran, wait," I said, standing up from my chair. My heart pounded against my ribs.He threw the door open and sprinted down the hallway. He didn’t look back. He left me standing alone in my office, the promise of our happy weekend shattering into a million pieces on the floor.I sat back down slowly, I looked at the glossy folder on my desk. Three years in Milan.A bitter tear burned my eyes. Mina had done it again. Just when my husband finally looked at me, she pulled him back into her darkness.I placed my hand gently over my stomach and took a deep, shaky breath.I cannot let her

I stared at my suitcase lying on the floor. The loud thud echoed in the quiet bedroom.I looked up at Zyran, his broad chest rose and fell rapidly. The veins in his neck were tight, his jaw was tightening and he was grinding his teeth loudly."You are going to unpack this bag," Zyran repeated, his voice dangerously low. "You will sleep in this bed and you will smile for the cameras. I will not let you walk out that door and make me look like a fool."My fists clenched turning my knuckles white, my fear vanished and was replaced by pure courage. I pushed him right in the center of his chest."Don't you dare give me orders!" I yelled, pushing him again. He didn’t even move an inch, but his eyes widened slightly at my reaction. "You think you can trap me here? You just accused me of slicing Mina's face open! You told me to go to the guest house because you couldn't stand the sight of me!""That was before I saw this!" Zyran shouted back, waving his phone in my face. The picture of Maveri

ROOSEVELT’S POVThe sound of the lock in the quiet study made my blood run cold.Zyran pulled the key out and dropped it into the pocket of his trousers. He turned slowly to face me. The calm, composed billionaire front was completely gone.The man standing in front of me was a stranger. His dark eyes were wild and filled with a deep, terrifying something i would call obsession. He didn't look angry anymore, he looked hungry.I took a slow step back until my knees hit the desk. There was nowhere left to run."Open that door, Zyran," I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady even though my hands shook. "You can’t lock me in here.""I can do whatever I want," Zyran whispered. His voice was smooth but carried weight.He stepped closer. His expensive shoes crunched over the scattered divorce papers on the floor. He didn’t even glance down at them."You think a piece of paper from three years ago means you can walk away from me?" he asked, taking another slow step. "You think you can pack

ROOSEVELT’S POV"Swallow," he ordered, his voice rough. His thumb pressed down on my tongue, forcing it flat. "All of it."I closed my eyes, a tear slipping down my cheek. I felt completely trapped by him.Before I could even move, Zyran’s body went rigid.The dark, hungry fire in his eyes vanished in an instant. It was replaced by a blank stare. He pulled his hands away from me so quickly that it felt like my skin had burned him.He stumbled backward, his shoes scraping against the floor."Zyran?" I gasped, coughing as air rushed back into my burning lungs. I quickly pulled my clothes together, my hands shaking.He didn't hear me. He grabbed his head with both hands, digging his fingers into his dark hair. His chest heaved and terrible groan escaped his throat.The dark memory was back. The fire. The ashes."No," Zyran whispered to the empty room. His voice sounded like a scared little boy. "The fire... it's burning."His knees buckled.He didn't even try to catch himself. Zyran coll

ZYRAN’S POVMy head throbbed with a sharp pain.I opened my eyes slowly. The ceiling of my private study came into view, I lay flat on the floor. My chest heaved, and my shirt was soaked with sweat. The memory of the burning car and the ashes was fresh in my mind, making my hands shake.I pushed myself up off the floor, my breathing was heavy."Roosevelt," I rasped, my voice hoarse.I looked around the room, the study was completely empty. I glanced at the door, It was wide open.I held the table to steady myself.I patted my pockets. The brass key was gone. She must have taken it while I was out."No," I whispered. "No, no, no."I scrambled to my feet and ran out of the study. The mansion was a mess. Paramedics rushed through the front doors with a stretcher, and my security guards shouted orders."Mr. King!" my head of security yelled, running toward me. "You are awake! Mrs. King called us and said you collapsed—""Where is she?" I roared, grabbing the guard by the collar of his un