บททั้งหมดของ Married To A Billionaire Nightmare : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

ELION“Good news or bad news, which first?” Harlan asked, inviting himself into my office.I barely acknowledged him; my attention remained fixed on the closed doors.Just moments ago, I had caught a glimpse of Loretta walking past with one of her friends, and somehow that brief sight of her had stolen my ability to pay attention to anyone else.Especially the uninvited guest now occupying my office.“Okay then.” He shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. He didn't bother waiting for my permission before dropping into the chair opposite mine. “Ignore me if you want. I'll just sit here and watch you obsess over your fiancee”A warning growl escaped me, making his lips twitch in amusement. I leaned back in my chair but kept my eyes on the doors. It wasn't obsession, it was confusion.No...It was something much worse.Loretta had smiled at her friend, not the tight one she'd been showing me since yesterday; this smile was actually genuine and effortlessAnd while I felt a twinge

ELIONI leaned back into my chair as Harlan drifted away from my desk.He stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seattle. The city stretched endlessly beneath us, afternoon sunlight shining off glass and falling over the streets below. From up here, everything looked orderly, nothing like my state of mind I watched my friend in silence.His hands fell into the pockets of his tailored trousers, but it did nothing to stop the way his shoulders had gradually drawn tight. “Donovan,” I called, immediately sensing his mind was already drifting to that place he usually goesHarlan didn't answer; his reflection stared back at him from the glass instead.“Harlan" A quiet hum escaped him, that was all. I swiveled in my seat so I was fully facing him. “You were saying something about history repeating itself. What do you mean?”Another few seconds slipped by; that was a few seconds of his mind wandering far away. Then, almost absentmindedly, he said, “Do you know what the

LORETTA He was quite the rest of the ride, more than once I wanted to probe further for answers, but I knew he wouldn't give meSo I sat back and watched as the familiar road came to life before me, my heart pounding The car slowed to a stop, and the iron gates sent a shock frequency through me. My father's house.“Elion,” I turned to him slowly, horror threading through my words. I knew the relationship between Elion and my father, it wasn't a pleasant oneIn fact, I greatly feared both men being in the same room for longer than half a second. “Why are we here?”He had already shifted into park, his hands settling calmly against the wheel like he had all the time in the world. Elion didn't look at the house, though; his dark eyes were fixed solely on me. “You should go in”My brows bunched further, in confusion and a mix of dread. Was this a joke? No, Elion didn't joke so often. “What?”“I'll wait for you,” He continued, giving me zero explanation why he brought me hereI stared a

LORETTA “I... I do not.” The words came out weakly, lacking the conviction they needed.Father looked at me with something that almost resembled pity and hatred. “You do, Loretta.” His tone wasn't harsh this time; it was just deeply convinced and that hurt the most. “It is because of you, Abel is bedridden to begin with, it's because it's you, my wife, your mother isn't alive today”My throat tightened until breathing became painful, my shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and I tasted the salt of my tears on my lips.“No...” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Don't say that. I didn't... I didn't mean to”“But every time I look at you, I see the day my family fell apart. It doesn't matter whether you meant for it to happen or not.” His words stole the strength from my legs“I was just a child,” I choked out.His eyes blazed with hatred so deep, I wondered how I had missed it all the years, or maybe I had just been too blind to see that my father hated me. “You weren't a child whe

LORETTA “Who is Beatrice?” The question left my lips before I could stop it; it wreathed between us like suffocating smoke, choking the warmth that had previously settled between us Elion's entire body changed, his thumb stilled against my cheek, his jaw locked, not in anger, more like someone caught off guard by a question they hadn't expected to come His eyes rolled over my face, studying me with renewed gaze. “What did George tell you about her?” The way he spoke was calm and cool, but I knew Elion too well; there was a hurricane of emotions that he was keeping locked behind that blank look I forced a shaky breath through my nose. “He said... You would have been with her if it weren't for me." For some reason, I couldn't say the exact word my father had used. That they would have been ‘happy’ together. Maybe it was because I felt guilty for stealing that away from them, maybe it's because I didn't like the prospect of Elion being happy with someone else Knots pulled in my