Todos os capítulos de The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The victory at the entrance felt good, but in this world, the knives come out once the champagne starts flowing.Adrian had been pulled away for a moment by a group of investors. "Stay near the bar," he had whispered. "I’ll be back in ten minutes."I stood by a tall marble pillar, sipping sparkling water and trying to ignore the stares. I could feel the eyes of every socialite in the room crawling over my skin. To them, I was an intruder—a girl who had jumped the line and married the most eligible bachelor in the country."You look a little lonely, Lena."I didn't even have to turn around to recognize that voice. Sophie.She was standing there with two other women I recognized from high-end fashion magazines. They were looking at me like I was a smudge on their expensive shoes."I'm fine, Sophie," I said, keeping my voice calm."Are you?" Sophie stepped closer, her red dress rustling. "Because people are talking. They're wondering how a simple girl with no family money and a... trou

The wind was brutal. It tore at my hair and pushed against my chest as I walked down the long wooden pier. Every step I took made the old planks groan and creak under my boots. Below me, the black ocean water crashed against the pillars, sounding like a hungry beast. In the distance, the streetlamps flickered, casting long, shaky shadows. I tried to stay in the light, but the shadows seemed to stretch out like thin, dark fingers reaching for my ankles. My heart was already racing. Daniel and Sophie were waiting at the very end. They just stood there, their silhouettes sharp against the gray sky. They looked like they belonged in the darkness, perfectly calm while I felt like I was falling apart. “You’re actually brave, Lena,” Daniel called out. His voice was low, but the wind carried it right to my ears. It was full of that smug, teasing tone that always made my skin crawl. “Or maybe you’re just remarkably stupid.” I stopped about ten feet away. I didn't want to get any closer. I

I didn’t have to wait long to find out what "the leak" was. By noon, my face was plastered across every gossip site and financial blog in the country. But it wasn’t a wedding photo this time. It was a video.The footage was grainy, taken from a distance at the dimly lit bar where I had first met Adrian. It showed us sitting together, me with my tear-stained face and messy hair, and him leaning in, looking cold and calculating. The headline underneath was a dagger to my heart: THE BILLIONAIRE’S HOAX: Was the Wolfe Wedding a Revenge Contract?The article claimed an anonymous source had confirmed our marriage was nothing but a cold business arrangement. I didn't need a private investigator to tell me who was behind it. Sophie and Daniel. They were trying to drag me down."They’re fast," I whispered, my fingers trembling as I scrolled through the comments. People were calling me a gold-digger. They were calling Adrian a manipulator. The quiet peace we had found just hours ago felt like a

The drive back to the penthouse was very quiet. “ Are you ok? Adrian asked looking so concerned. "I'm just... in shock," I lied. My voice sounded hollow, even to my own ears. "It was a lot." "It's over now, Lena. Daniel is in custody. Sophie has been neutralized. You're safe." Safe. The word felt like a mockery. Was I safe with him? Or had I just run from a wolf in the woods straight into the den of a mountain lion? When we reached the penthouse, Adrian followed me into the bedroom. He didn't go to his own wing. He stayed, hovering by the door as I kicked off my ruined boots. "Lena," he said softly. I turned. He was watching me with an expression I had never seen on him before—vulnerability. The untouchable CEO was gone. In his place was a man who looked terrified of losing something. "I told you I would protect you," he said, stepping closer. "I meant it. Everything I’ve done... it was for this. To keep you here." "Everything?" I asked. The word felt like a trap. He pause

The luncheon was a blur of fake smiles and political handshakes. Adrian was the star of the show, charismatically explaining how our "whirlwind romance" was the best thing that ever happened to his company’s stock price. Every time he touched my waist or smiled at me, I felt a wave of nausea. I played my part, laughing at the right times, nodding when the Mayor’s wife spoke. But my mind was on the clock. "I need to use the rest room," I whispered to Adrian as the main course was served. He caught my wrist, his grip just a second too long. "Don't be long, darling. The press wants a photo of us with the dessert." "I'll be five minutes," I said, forcing a smile. I didn't go to the rest room. I slipped through the kitchen of the hotel and out the delivery entrance. I didn't take a car; I walked three blocks in my velvet dress and heels until I reached the massive stone pillars of the library. The back of the library was shadowed and quiet. I saw a figure leaning against a sto