All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven

Aaron hated being summoned, especially like this. The message had been blunt and urgent: Come see me. Immediately. No explanations, no delays. When it was from his grandfather, it was never a request. Edward Blackwood didn’t look up as Aaron entered. He finished signing a document, closed the file, then finally looked up. "Aaron.” “Grandfather.” “Sit.” Aaron obeyed. Edward slid a tablet across the desk. “Look." Reluctantly, Aaron picked it up. Photos—Elara leaving boutiques, emerging from salons, standing taller than ever before. The comments weren’t all cruel anymore—some curious, some even approving. But then came the rumors. His jaw clenched. “I’ve seen it.” “I assumed you had,” Edward replied calmly. A pause. “And yet, it continues.” “It will fade.” “No,” Edward sai

Chapter Twelve

The gala was everything Elara expected—and worse. Lights. Cameras. Eyes that didn’t just look but assessed, measured, judged. The moment she stepped out of the car beside Aaron, flashes came fast—blinding and relentless. Instinct kicked in for a split second—shrink, hide, disappear. But then—Maya’s voice echoed in her mind. 'You don’t dress a body like yours to disappear.' Elara lifted her chin slightly and stepped forward. Aaron felt it immediately—the shift. The attention wasn’t just on him anymore; it was on her. He could hear the murmurs, see the double takes—not mockery, not entirely—something else—curiosity, confusion, interest. His jaw tightened, and he offered his arm—a calculated move—public, necessary. Elara hesitated for just a second, then placed her hand lightly on his arm, and together they walked in. Inside, the room shimmered with wealth and power. Conversations paused, eyes followed. Elara could feel them, but this time, she

Chapter Thirteen

Elena did not take humiliation lightly, especially not in public. She sat alone in her apartment, the soft glow of vanity lights reflecting off the glass table before her. Her phone lay there, screen flickering with comments she had read countless times: “She needs to move on.” “Why is she so clingy with a married man?” “Respect the wife.” The wife. Elara. Her jaw tightened. That world should have been hers, that position, that life—absolutely hers. She leaned back slowly, fingers tapping against the armrest. Years of meticulous planning had brought her close to Aaron—careful, strategic, patient—waiting for everything to fall into place: the name, the wealth, the spotlight. Her modeling career was on the brink of skyrocketing. She had been so close. Then—Elara. Quiet, unremarkable, easily dismissed—or so she thought. Smirked evilly while her eyes darkened slightly. “Not anymore." She reached for her phone and dialed a number. It rang twice. “Finally,” a

Chapter Fourteen

The morning sun streamed through the living room windows, casting warm light across the polished floors. Elara was tying her sneakers while Maya fidgeted with her bag. “Mall?” Elara asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Maya nodded. “Yeah. A few things we need. Plus, you deserve some more… self-love therapy.” She aired. Elara rolled her eyes playfully. “Self-love therapy, huh?” “You’re welcome,” Maya said with a grin. They were just stepping out of the house when Aaron emerged from the study, sharp in a crisp shirt and perfectly tailored trousers. His eyes swept over Elara, lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Elara noticed immediately. She felt heat rise to her cheeks but didn’t flinch. Maya, however, didn’t miss it. Her eyebrows shot up, a teasing smirk forming. “Well, well…” sh

Chapter Fifteen

“You always pick the best spots,” Derek said with a grin. “Good investment.” Aaron barely responded. His attention had shifted. The moment the doors opened. ⸻ Elara walked in. Flanked by Maya and Zara. She hesitated for half a second—the music louder than she expected, the crowd thicker—but Maya grabbed her hand. “Relax,” Maya said with a grin. “Tonight, you’re not overthinking anything.” Zara smirked. “You’re here to be seen.” Elara let out a small breath. Then nodded. And stepped in. ⸻ Upstairs— Aaron went still. “What?” Derek asked, noticing the shift. Aaron didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on her.

Chapter Sixteen

Elara returned home first, her heart pounding from the wild night at the club. Her heels echoed softly against the marble floor as she kicked them off and rushed to the kitchen, thrilled and restless. Maya had already left, insisting on celebrating privately, leaving Elara alone with her swirling thoughts. She tried to push aside the chaos—the confrontation, the piercing stares, Elena’s daring presence—and the sensation of eyes fixated on her while dancing with Leon. Suddenly, the front door swung open, making her freeze. Aaron stepped inside, his posture tense and commanding. His gaze swept the room—and then stopped cold. Elara refused to look at him. She didn’t need to. “Who was that?” His voice was calm but carried an undeniable intensity, making her shiver. She turned just slightly, meeting his eyes with innocent curiosity. "Who?" “You,” he said sharply, his tone sharp and commanding. “Tonight. D

Chapter Seventeen

The invitation arrived the next morning. Elara found it placed neatly on the console table in the living room, her name written beside Aaron’s in elegant script. She hesitated before opening it. A destination wedding. Santorini, Greece. Her brows lifted slightly as she read through the details—whitewashed villas, ocean views, a three-day celebration. It felt… unreal. Aaron’s voice came from behind her. “We’re going.” Not a question. Elara turned slowly. “We?” “Yes.” He adjusted his cufflinks. “Derek’s wedding. I already confirmed.” She studied him for a moment. “You didn’t think to ask me?” Aaron met her gaze, expression unreadable. “It’s expected.” Elara let out a quiet breath. A few weeks ago, she would have nodded. But now— “I’ll go,” she said. “But not becaus

Chapter Eighteen

The bachelorette party was nothing like Elara expected. Lila’s friends welcomed her instantly. No awkward glances. No silent judgment. Just laughter. Conversation. Ease. “You’re Elara, right?” one of them said, eyes lighting up. Elara hesitated. “Yes…?” “Oh my God, I’ve seen you online,” the woman said. “You looked stunning at that gala. I’m actually a fan.” Elara blinked. A fan? She wasn’t sure how to respond. “Thank you,” she said softly. And for once— She meant it without doubt. The night escalated. Music. Drinks. And then— The male strip club. Elara had never been to one before. Not in her wildest imagination. But the

Chapter Nineteen

The wedding ended in laughter, music, and the soft glow of lanterns drifting into the Santorini night. Elara stood near the terrace, the ocean stretching endlessly before her, the sound of waves gentle against the cliffs. It had been beautiful—everything about it. The vows. The love. The certainty. Something her own wedding had never been.Something she wished her wedding would be. “Hey,” Lila’s voice came softly. Elara turned. Lila smiled warmly, stepping closer. “You’re leaving already?” Elara nodded. “We fly out this afternoon.” Lila’s expression softened. “I’m really glad you came. And I mean that.” She reached out, squeezing Elara’s hand gently. “Keep in touch, okay? Not just for formalities. I’d like that.” Elara smiled—genuine, unguarded. “I would too.” Behind Lila, Derek appeared, already grinning. “Look at you,” he said, shaking his he

Chapter Twenty

The next morning came with routine. But the silence between them had changed. It wasn’t awkward anymore. It was… distant. Controlled. Elara moved through the house calmly, preparing breakfast for herself—not out of obligation, but habit. Aaron entered midway, watching her for a second longer than necessary. “You didn’t make mine,” he said. Elara didn’t look up. “You didn’t ask.” A pause. That wasn’t how this used to go. Aaron leaned slightly against the counter. “You usually do.” Elara finally glanced at him. “I used to do a lot of things.” Simple. But it landed. ⸻ Elsewhere— Elena sat in her apartment, scrolling slowly. Photos from Santorini were everywhere.

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