All Chapters of Ruined On My Wedding Night; Claimed By The Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I had managed to sleep lastnight , though I was still alert even while sleeping . I slowly opened my eyes , it was morning already, the night seemed so long and unsafe . I crawled out of bed slowly as I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was not supposed to be late to the dining room , that was also one of Adrian’s laws of the home . Breakfast was silent. Adrian appeared almost casually at the table, coffee in hand, his expression unreadable. The sunlight gleamed off the windows behind him, illuminating the sharp angles of his face. But there was no warmth in his eyes, only the constant, quiet intensity that made it impossible to relax.“You slept well?” I asked cautiously, trying to break the tension.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he studied me. The way his gaze lingered felt invasive, as if he could see every thought flickering behind my eyes. “You were alert last night,” he said finally. “That is good.”I nodded, unsure what to say. Alert… yes. But only barely.

The night outside the mansion was very quiet and calm. Still, I still felt like my chest was very heavy. It felt like even the walls were my enemies. I felt unsafe even around myself. Even the corridors were scary to me. All the encounters I had with Cassandra during this few days flooded my thoughts, reminding me at every second that I had to be careful. I sat in my room, trying to get myself relaxed by sipping a cup of cold tea. Every inch of me screamed that I had stepped into a world far more dangerous than I had imagined. It was even worse than the brutality I had received while still in my parents house. At least then I had peace of mind whenever I was alone or away from home. I was no longer just Elena, the scandal bride and disowned daughter. I was Elena, a player in a game where every misstep could be lethal.I sipped my tea again trying to force myself to forget, then I heard footsteps, I immediately dropped the tea cup and became alert as it came closer. The footsteps seem

The sun barely peeked over the horizon, spilling weak light across the city. I hadn’t slept. The folder I had uncovered last night rested on my desk, every document a testament to secrets I could no longer ignore. Cassandra’s shadow loomed over everything, her manipulations calculated, precise, and terrifying.Yet, amid the fear, a new awareness stirred in me. Adrian. Despite his cold words, despite the calculated precision of his world, I could feel the pulse of something else something hidden beneath his control, something almost tender. And that… unsettled me.I dressed carefully, keeping the folder close. Today, I would act. I would gather the intelligence I needed, and I would learn which moves were safe, and which could be lethal.Adrian was in the office, as always, his presence filling the room without a single word. His eyes, dark and assessing, caught mine immediately.“You’ve seen the folder,” he said, voice low. Not a question.“Yes,” I replied, trying to keep my voice ste

Chapter Seventeen: The Gala of SecretsIn the world of masks, elegance hides intentions, and every glance can reveal a lie—or a desire.The mansion’s grand ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and the soft hum of classical music. Guests moved with perfect poise, their smiles polished, their eyes sharp, and every gesture measured. Tonight wasn’t just a gala—it was a battlefield disguised as society.I stepped inside, my gown flowing, calculated elegance masking the tension coiling in my chest. Cassandra was here. I could feel her presence before I even saw her. A predator in silk, every move deliberate, every glance calculated. And Adrian… Adrian was beside me, his arm brushing mine with just enough contact to make my pulse spike.The crowd parted subtly as he led me through, his hand at the small of my back guiding me with quiet authority. Every whisper, every subtle stare, told me the stakes were higher than I imagined. Tonight, nothing was casual. Every interaction was a test

The morning after the balcony confrontation, the mansion was eerily quiet. Shadows clung to corners like secrets, and the air felt thick with tension. Cassandra’s escape last night left more than just lingering fear,it left questions. Every interaction, every glance, every subtle move would now be under constant scrutiny.Adrian was in the study when I arrived, waiting. His expression was unreadable, controlled as always, but the intensity in his eyes made the slow burn between us almost unbearable.“You’re here early,” he said, voice low. “I expected you to need time to recover.”“I need to be ready,” I replied, careful not to let the tremor in my voice show. “Cassandra won’t wait. And neither can I.”His gaze lingered on me a moment too long, dark and assessing. Then he gestured to the desk. “Sit. We need to draw the lines clearly. Strategy first. Emotions later. Always.”I settled into the chair, my hands still slightly trembling from the previous night. Adrian spread a series of d