Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Maid’s $100 Billion Hidden Husband: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ava’s breath hitched. The man standing over her wasn't the "broken ghost" the media had ridiculed for years. He was a predator in a tailored suit, radiating a level of power that made the air in the limousine feel thin."You’ve been lying," Ava whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at his perfectly functional legs. "The wheelchair, the mask... the rumors about you being a disfigured. Why?"Caleb settled back into the plush leather seat, crossing one long leg over the other. The transformation was terrifying. "In my world, Ava, being broken is the perfect camouflage. People speak freely when they think you’re irrelevant. They show their true colors when they think you’re powerless."He glanced out the window as the limo turned onto a private, winding road lined with ancient oaks. "Like your ex-boyfriend, Marcus. He showed me exactly which of his jugulars to cut first.""You’re really going to ruin him?" Ava asked, a mixture of fear and a strange, dark satisfaction bubbling in her ches

The next morning didn't start with a breakfast in bed. It started with a team of twelve people marching into Ava’s suite at 6:00 AM."Mr. Miller’s orders," a woman with a sharp bob and a French accent announced. "I am Elena, and these are the best stylists in the country. We have three hours to turn you into the most envied woman in the city."Ava sat in a daze as they swarmed her. High-end serums were massaged into her skin, her hair was treated with oils that smelled like rare orchids, and her nails were buffed to a perfect, pearlescent shine.Then came the dress.It was a custom-made piece in emerald silk that clung to her curves like a second skin, with a back so low it was scandalous and a slit that showed off her long, toned legs. Around her neck, Elena fastened a necklace of "The Heart of the Ocean" caliber—diamonds so heavy Ava felt the literal weight of Caleb’s wealth."You look..." Elena paused, breathless. "Like a woman worth more than the bank itself."Ava looked in the mir

The morning after the boardroom massacre, the news was flooded with one headline: Sterling Group Collapses: The Rise of the Hidden Queen.Ava stood in the middle of a private boutique on 5th Avenue—a store so exclusive it didn't even have a sign on the door. Caleb sat in the corner, his wheelchair replaced by a sleek, velvet armchair. He wasn't hiding anymore. He was watching her like a wolf watching its prize."Everything," Caleb said, gesturing to the rows of designer gowns and custom-tailored suits. "Replace it all. I don't want a single thread from your old life touching your skin by sunset.""Caleb, this is too much," Ava whispered, looking at a price tag on a simple silk blouse that cost more than her father’s car."In my world, Ava, there is no such thing as 'too much.' There is only 'mine' and 'trash.' You are mine."Suddenly, the glass doors of the boutique flew open. A woman rushed in, her hair disheveled and her eyes red from crying. It was Eleanor, Ava’s stepmother. Behind

The morning after the dinner, Caleb was gone."A hostile takeover in the London branch," he had explained, his voice low as he buttoned his shirt in the dim light of dawn. "Julian is moving his assets. I have to cut him off before he liquidates. I’ll be back in forty-eight hours."He had kissed Ava then—not a "contract" kiss, but something deep, desperate, and proprietary. "Don't leave the estate. My security is everywhere, but Julian Vane doesn't play by the rules."But by noon, Ava realized that the "rules" were already being broken.She was sitting in the library of The Obsidian when her phone vibrated. It was an unknown number. When she picked up, she didn't hear a voice—just the sound of a heart monitor beeping.Then, a text arrived. A photo of her younger brother, Leo, in his hospital bed. Standing next to him was a man whose face was blurred, holding a syringe near Leo’s IV line.“The hospital is a public place, Ava. Even Caleb Miller’s money can’t buy a ghost.”Ava’s blood tur

The penthouse of The Obsidian was quiet, the city lights below twinkling like a carpet of fallen diamonds. For the first time since she had signed the marriage certificate, Ava felt the weight of the "Longshot" finally paying off. Caleb stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, the silver locket still resting in his palm. He looked different tonight. The "Broken Ghost" was gone, and the "Ruthless CEO" had softened into something Ava hadn't expected: a man who had finally found his home. "You knew," Ava whispered, walking toward him. "All those years, while my family was falling apart and I was working three jobs to pay for Leo’s medicine... you were looking for me?" "I was looking for the girl who risked her life to pull a stranger from a burning wreck," Caleb said, turning to face her. "By the time I tracked the locket back to the Spencer estate, your father had already gambled away your future. I didn't want to just give you a check, Ava. I wanted to give you a throne." Ava looked