All Chapters of Once A Doormat, Now A Famous Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

B I A N C AAfter a couple of days, the honeymoon was over, and it was time to go back to the real world. We arrived back at our new home, a stunning mansion in the city."I'll have the movers bring in the rest of your things tomorrow," Damian said, as he dropped our bags by the door."Okay," I said, my voice a little distant. The bubble had burst. We were back to being business partners. Husband and wife in name only.He seemed to sense the shift in my mood. "You okay?""Just tired," I said, forcing a smile. "It's been a long week.""It has," he said, his gaze intense. "But it's not over yet."Before I could ask what he meant, the maids assembled in the living room like he had ordered earlier. They bowed their heads in respect."This is Bianca, my wife and your new mistress," Damian announced, a note of pride in his voice. "You will treat her with the utmost respect. Whatever she asks, you will do. Understood?""Yes, Mr. Moretti," they said in unison.I felt a flush of embarrassment

B I A N C A"You can't do that!" Hammington spluttered, his face turning a deep shade of crimson."I can," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "I am the CEO. This is my company. And I will not tolerate insubordination. Now get out."I held his gaze, my expression unreadable. He was the first to look away, a look of defeat in his eyes. He stood up, his movements stiff and clumsy.Ms. Dubois followed, her face filled with anger. "You'll regret this," she hissed, as she stormed out of the room."I doubt it, Lady Dubious." I said, a triumphant smile playing on my lips.I watched them go, a feeling of triumph washing over me. I had done it. I had faced down my opponents and won."I hope this serves as a lesson to the rest of you," I said, my gaze sweeping over the remaining board members. "I am not my father. I will not tolerate disloyalty. I expect your absolute commitment to this company. And in return, you will have my full support. We will build an empire together. A legacy that will l

B I A N C ADinner went better than I expected. We talked about my day, about my plans for the company. He listened, really listened, offering advice and insights that were surprisingly helpful. He was not just a pretty face. He was a brilliant strategist."It's not just about expanding," he said, swirling the wine in his glass. "It's about building relationships. You need to understand the culture, the people. You can't just go in there and expect them to bow down to the great Salvatore Corp.""I know that," I said, a little defensively. "I'm not an idiot.""I never said you were," he said, a serious look on his face. "I'm just saying, you need to be careful. Asia is a different beast. You need a partner. Someone who knows the terrain.""And who would you suggest?" I asked, intrigued despite myself."There's a man in Singapore," he said. "Mr. Tan. He's a legend in the shipping industry. He's old school, but he's fair. If you can get him on your side, you'll have a foothold in the ent

L U C A SI couldn’t concentrate. I stared blankly at the documents spread across my desk, but the words were blurry. A hot and suffocating anger was living in my chest. It had been for weeks. It wasn't just the breakup. It was the insult of it. Her moving on so quickly. Not just moving on, but marrying him.Bianca. My Bianca. Now Mrs. Bianca Moretti.The name itself was like acid in my throat. Damian Moretti. The arrogant, slick talking bastard. He was everything I was not. Flashy. Ruthless. I'd seen them at the charity gala. The way he looked at her. The way he'd orchestrated the whole thing.A marriage of convenience, my ass. I knew men like him. Predators.Bianca was stupid to fall for a man like him. For fooling me for three whole years, acting like a poor little sad girl who needed my protection, my guidance. I was the one who had shaped her,l. And this was how she repaid me? By throwing me away for a cheap imitation?"Mr. Hart?"I looked up to see my assistant, standing in th

L U C A SI kicked off my shoes the moment I walked into my penthouse, one that now felt empty without her as much as I hated to admit it. The victory with Nakamura didn’t feel like victory, rather, I saw it as an investment. But a very stupid one that I had to make to save my ego.I poured myself a glass of whiskey. Bianca would have hated the sight of me drinking. She was always nagging me about it, saying it was a bad for my kidneys. I used to find it endearing. How much she cared. I had almost forgotten that Natalia had moved into my penthouse. She walked up to me with her short robe and kissed my cheek."Hard day, baby?" She asked, her voice a little too sweet."You could say that," I said, taking a sip of my whiskey.She trailed her fingers down my chest. "I can help you relax," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.I felt a flicker of desire, but it was quickly extinguished by a wave of disgust. Her touch felt... cheap. And her words were empty."Not now, Natalia,"