Alle Kapitel von My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Kapitel 351 – Kapitel 360

Delia's POVI stood there for a long moment, chest heaving, both hands pressed to my face. The stinging had turned into a deep, throbbing ache that matched the humiliation pounding in my skull. I could feel the exact shape of his handprints rising on my skin in hot red welts. Someone in the crowd whispered my name like it was gossip already. Another person laughed under their breath, quick and ugly. Kelly was nowhere to be seen. Of course the coward had vanished the second real drama started. Fair-weather bitch. Just like she was texting every mutual friend we had left.I forced my chin higher. I would not cry here. Not in front of these elite parasites. Not for Julian. Not for that little ice-eyed bastard Aiden. And certainly not for Katia, who was probably waiting at home with her legs already spread, smug and victorious because she had stolen everything that should have been mine by right.I turned on my heel and walked toward the parking lot, each step deliberate, Louboutins click

Delia’s POVThe car stopped at the base of the wide stone steps. Flashbulbs exploded the second the door opened. I stepped out slowly, chin high, the black dress cutting a sharp line against the floodlights. Every camera caught the dark handprints on my face. Good! Let them. Let the entire city see what Julian Windsor had done to his wife.Security tried to form a barrier, but the media had already spilled past the outer gates. Voices shouted my name from every direction. I ignored them all and walked up the steps as if I still belonged here. As if the house had not already started rejecting me.Inside, the air was thick with perfume, champagne, and low, nervous conversation. The grand dining room had been transformed. Long tables glittered under crystal chandeliers. Board members, socialites, and old-money families filled the seats. Conversations died the moment people noticed me. Eyes locked on my bruised face. Whispers started before I even reached the center of the room.I moved

~Katia~Father called me on a Tuesday afternoon, his voice carrying a formality I was not used to hearing from him, asking if I could come to the family house that evening. He wanted to talk, he said. Just talk. He suggested I come alone.I should have known better than to believe that word.The drive over felt longer than it actually was, my hands tight on the wheel, my mind running through every possible version of what waited for me on the other side of that door. Since the announcement, since Julian had stood in front of cameras and claimed me publicly as his wife and Aiden as his son, my life had become a series of confrontations I had not asked for and could not fully control. I told myself this would simply be another one. I told myself I could handle it the way I had handled everything else.I was wrong.Martha opened the door, and I knew immediately, from the careful, apologetic set of her mouth, that this evening was not going to unfold the way Father's phone call had promis

Katia’s POVI closed the front door harder than I meant to.My bag hit the floor. I kicked my shoes off and stood there for a second with my back against the wood, trying to get my breathing under control. The argument at my father’s house still sat in my throat. Delia’s voice. Martha’s apology. The way my father had looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time in years. I had said everything I needed to say, and then I had walked out. Now I was home, and my hands would not stop shaking.Julian stood in the living room doorway.He already knew. I could see it on his face. The set of his jaw. The way his eyes moved over me like he was checking for damage.“You went alone,” he said.“He asked me to.”“And Delia was there.”It wasn't a question, so I nodded.He crossed the space between us fast. Both hands caught my face, and he kissed me hard, like he was angry I had left the house without him. I kissed him back the same way, fingers already in his shirt, pulling the fabric ope

~Delia~I sat in my new corner office on the fourth floor, the guest list spreadsheet open in front of me, and stared at the cursor blinking beside the first empty row for longer than I wanted to admit.This was the easy part. I had spent years learning exactly which families mattered in this city, which names opened doors, and which ones simply decorated the room without moving anything forward. I could build this list in my sleep.The problem was not knowing who belonged on it.The problem was that I knew, and hated, exactly who had to be at the top.I typed the name anyway.Windsor, Julian, and Katia.My jaw tightened just looking at it on the screen, the two names sitting there together, official, permanent, exactly the way they had been announced to the entire city weeks earlier while I stood in the wreckage of everything I had spent two years pretending to have. I wanted to delete it. I wanted to build a guest list that erased them entirely, that let me stand in a room full of t