All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Scorned Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Ang gabi sa lungsod ay laging maingay, pero para kay Aria, the noise felt like a celebration. Magaan ang kaniyang mga hakbang habang tinatahak ang pamilyar na sidewalk patungo sa apartment na tatlong taon na nilang tinatawag na "home" ni Mark. She was carefully holding a paper bag with a thermal liner. Sa loob niyon ay ang mainit-init pang lasagna—ang dish na pinagpuyatan niyang iluto before going to her internship sa isang sikat na architecture firm. She also bought a bottle of expensive wine na tatlong buwan niyang pinag-ipunan mula sa kaniyang kakarampot na allowance.Tonight was their third anniversary.Three years. Para kay Aria, this number wasn't just about time; it was a symbol of loyalty. Mark was her home, her sanctuary ever since her mother passed away. Noong mga panahong lugmok siya sa pighati and the world turned its back on her, si Mark lang ang naniwala sa kaniya. She worked so hard as a working student para lang mabayaran ang tuition ni Mark during his final year in co

Ang bawat patak ng ulan ay tila karayom na tumutusok sa balat ni Aria. Basang-basa na ang kaniyang uniporme, at ang kaniyang maleta ay tila bumibigat sa bawat hakbang. Naglalakad siya sa gilid ng highway, hindi alam kung saan pupunta. Ang kaniyang phone ay low battery na, at wala siyang kahit isang sentimo sa bulsa.No home, no degree, no family, and a heart that was more shattered than the wine bottle on her apartment floor.“Ma... bakit mo ako iniwan?” she whispered into the howling wind. Her voice was thin, easily swallowed by the storm.The weight of the betrayal finally broke her. Aria collapsed on the muddy side of the road, her knees hitting the wet pavement with a dull thud. She sobbed, her tears mixing with the rainwater, as the flood started to rise around her ankles. At that point, she just wanted to disappear. Gusto na lang niyang maglaho. In a city of millions, who would even look for a girl who had been erased from her own life?Suddenly, a blinding, clinical white light

The heavy silence in Sandro’s office was suddenly shattered. The double mahogany doors swung open with a violent force, and the click-clack of expensive designer heels echoed against the marble floor.A woman entered, smelling of Chanel No. 5 and entitlement. She was stunning—the kind of beauty that graced the covers of every high-fashion magazine. It was Isabelle Monteverde, the world-renowned supermodel who had been linked to Sandro in every tabloid for the past year. Her eyes, framed by perfectly winged eyeliner, scanned the room before landing on Aria.Her expression shifted instantly from a practiced pout to pure, unadulterated disgust.“Sandro, darling! Is it true?” Isabelle’s voice was high-pitched and sharp, like glass scraping against a chalkboard. “Jace told me you were busy, but I didn't think you were busy with... this. Who is this... beggar in your office?”She walked closer to Aria, circling her like a predator inspecting a piece of roadkill. She looked at Aria’s thinnin

The applause for Sandro Valderama’s announcement had long faded, but the air in the grand ballroom remained thick with tension. It was as if an invisible wave had crashed through the hall, leaving behind a wake of whispers, curious glances, and sharp, judgmental eyes all fixed on the woman standing beside the most powerful man in the room.Aria.The girl who used to be a ghost at these social gatherings, the one who blended into the shadows of the Rivera family, was now the sun around which everyone orbited. She stood perfectly still, her fingers lightly gripping the stem of a crystal flute. On the outside, she was the picture of elite composure, as if she had been born into this world of silk and scandals.But inside, she felt the crushing weight of every stare. She knew they were wondering. She knew they were doubting. Most of all, she knew they were waiting for her to trip over the hem of her designer gown.Across the room, Chloe Rivera felt like she was breathing glass. Her grip o