Todos los capítulos de Married To A Billionaire Nightmare : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

LORETTAOnly when I heard his footsteps going down the hallway did I stop crying.I stayed where I was for another few seconds, sitting on the cold floor with my back pressed against the bedroom door, listening. One step, and another, and nothing. Silence settled in my bedroom, broken only by the sound of my occasional sniffing A shaky breath let me, my cheeks felt tight from dried tears. I wiped them with the back of my hand, only for fresh ones to replace them almost instantly. “Get yourself together, Loretta,” I tried to order my brain. I was tired of crying, tired of begging, tired of feeling like every answer I reached for slipped through my fingers the moment I got close enough to touch it, but the tears kept on flowing, all because Elion wouldn't even trust me the tiniest bit or move this stupid wedding It was up to me to find my answers now, to understand what truth he's always trying to ‘Protect me from’. I pushed myself up off the floor. Every part of me hurt: my head, my

LORETTAI didn't know when I left behind my laptop, I didn't remember getting into bed or falling asleep, but I remembered tossing all through the night I remember having a nightmare where I was being chased by my own replica, and every time I tried reaching from Elion's outstretched arms, he only drifted farther and farther away The heaviness in my chest woke me up before the morning sunlight did. I reached out a hand to touch my cheek, and it was still sticky from the dried tears.For several long seconds, I lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, hoping yesterday had been part of that ugly dream.But it wasn't. The argument, Elion's refusal to validate my feelings and suspicions, my taxi ride back home, the photographs, Beatrice, Elion's voice outside my bedroom door, begging me to let him in.All of it was realEvery memory returned one after another until my throat tightened all over again. I squeezed my eyes shut, pulling my knees up to my chest “No,” I whispered to myse

ELIONThe silence inside my office was louder than the traffic thirty floors below. I stared at the chaos below, flickering my lighter and burning the pad of my thumb My chest was tight, too tight to breathe properly I think it would be accurate to say I was having a midlife crisis, or something worse. *From today onward, Mr Fitzpatrick treats me like your contract, and I will treat you like mine. No truths, no care, and abouselty no feelings of any sort between us* Loretta's harsh words played over and over in my mind like a broken record hellbent on destroying my sanity That tightness in my chest pulled at me till I had to force myself to breathe through my nose. I wanted to smash something so bad right now, to let all these pent-up emotions outI wanted to flip her over the dining table and kiss her senseless till she melts in my arms and stop saying those sharp words that only serve to divide usBut more than anything, I just wanted the relationship we were starting to have, h

LORETTAAtmosphere looked like an entirely different place at noonLast night, the building had vibrated with music so loud I could feel it inside my ribs, neon lights had painted the pavement in brilliant blues, greens, and red, while hundreds of people moved in and out with their bodies smashing together Today, it looked almost ordinary.The enormous black sign still hung above the entrance, but without the darkness of night to make it pop out, it was simply a nightclub signThe music was gone, and so was the rowdiness. I paid my taxi driver, climbed out, and stood on the sidewalk for a long moment.This was ridiculous. I had no guarantee the man would even be here or that anyone here would even know him But still, I had to try; this was the only real lead I've gotten in months, and I wasn't about to be discouraged. I swallowed loudly as I pushed the doors openCool air wrapped around me immediately. The club still smelled of expensive liquor, but this time it was accompanied by c

LORETTA The sky gave way to darkening clouds, just like my determination was giving way to deep, bone-chilling fear.The taxi drove past gleaming condos and polished office blocks. The farther we went, the more the city seemed to...change.I haven't gotten this far before, never had a reason to.Fine blocks of building became sparse, giving way to aging apartment complexes with cracked balconies and peeling paint. The boutique and cafes all disappeared, replaced by pawn shops, liquor stores, and boarded-up storefronts. The roads grew rough beneath the tires. Every pothole jolted the taxi hard enough to rattle my teeth and bones, and with each passing street, it felt as though we were driving farther away from the city I knew, and deeper into one that had long since been abandoned.People lingered on street corners, not talking, just watching, watching the cars roll by, watching strangers, watching usThe taxi driver, who was initially grumbling about the sour weather when we first