All Chapters of OWNED BY AN INVISIBLE HUSBAND : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

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Chapter Eleven: You were Hidden

Victor’s footsteps faded beyond the ballroom doors, leaving silence behind thick enough to choke on.I stayed exactly where I was standing beneath the chandelier lights, arms folded tightly across my chest while Adrian’s voice lingered softly through hidden speakers above me.“What do you know of your parents?”The question settled heavily inside the room and for a second, I genuinely thought I misheard him.Then I laughed once because honestly? What kind of question was that?“That’s a very concerning transition.” I muttered.No response.I glanced around the ballroom slowly even though I already knew I wouldn’t find him.“Seriously,” I continued carefully, “most people usually start with hello before emotional trauma.”Silence again.Something about it felt different this time though.Adrian sounded calmer tonight. Less amused. Less interested in verbally tormenting me for entertainment.Which somehow unsettled me more.I shifted awkwardly beneath the massive chandelier lights.“Wha

chapter Twelve: The Decision to Stay

I didnt wait as Adrian called my name. I was so tired of this bullshit. I pushed the door open as I stepped out and knocked into Victor. “Hey,” he said, brushing his suit. “Hold yiur horses, where are you off to?” I didn’t bother answering as I kept walking, scared that if I stopped, I’d cry. And I couldn’t. Victor’s voice followed me through the hallway. “Amara, wait.” I ignored him completely. My footsteps echoed sharply against the marble floors while anger burned violently beneath my ribs. I walked faster, barely seeing where I was going because honestly? My brain felt seconds away from detonating completely. Hidden. You were hidden. I hated those words now. Hated the way they crawled around inside my skull like parasites. Every foster home. Every rejection. Every moment I spent wondering why I never fit anywhere. And Adrian Kane had casually stood in a ballroom telling me my entire life might’ve been planned. I turned a corner sharply. “Amara.” Still walking. “Mis

Chapter Thirteen: The Price of Answers

I stared across the table at Victor in the coffee shop as people conversed lightly, taking sips of tea and cakes.I couldn’t take my eyes off Victor and he stared back too. Steam curled lazily from both coffee cups between us as neither of us spoke.Minute passed but still we said nothing.I groaned and shifted in my seat, breaking the eye contact as Victor took a sip of coffee.I cleared my throat but still we said nothing.Another ten seconds passed.God, I couldn’t take it anymore so I gestured toward his cup. “Should we talk about how dark your coffee is?”Victor looked down at his drink then at mine.“Right after we discuss how concerningly creamy yours is.”I nodded thoughtfully. “Right.” Sneaky bastard.I looked at his coffee and he looked at mine.Honestly, we were both judging each other.Victor took another sip and I pointed immediately.“There.” I suddenly said.“What?”“That.”“What about it?” He asked, confused.“It looks like motor oil.”Victor didn’t even blink, just f

Chapter Fourteen: The Answer Changes Everything

The next morning began with violence. Not physical violence. Corporate violence. Which honestly felt worse. I was halfway through my first bite of toast when Victor walked into the dining room carrying a tablet and an expression that immediately ruined my appetite. “No.” Victor paused. “I haven’t said anything.” “You brought the tablet.” “And?” “That thing only appears when you’re planning to make my life difficult.” Victor sat across from me. “Training.” I groaned so loudly one of the staff members glanced over. “I thought we already did training.” “We did.” “Then why are we doing more training?” “Because yesterday you told a hypothetical reporter that your marriage was founded on financial desperation.” I pointed at him with my toast. “It was founded on financial desperation.” Victor ignored me. “As well as surveillance.” “Correct.” “And creepy energy.” “Also correct.” Victor closed his eyes briefly. “You’re impossible.” I smiled at that. “Thank you.” That w

Chapter Fifteen: A day Outside

I slept terribly.Which honestly shouldn’t have surprised me considering my life had transformed into a movie thriller starring one emotionally unavailable billionaire, one suspiciously attractive corporate bodyguard and me, the idiot who kept agreeing to things.Victor’s words followed me through the entire night and the annoying part was that I knew he meant it.I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, replaying every conversation I’d had inside this mansion. And by the time morning arrived, I was exhausted and somehow even more confused than before.Fantastic. Exactly what I needed.I dragged myself downstairs expecting another round of training from hell. Media coaching, interview practice, or maybe another lesson on how wealthy people held forks.God forbid I embarrass billionaire society by using the wrong spoon.The dining room looked exactly the same as always. I grabbed a piece of toast and settled into my chair when Victor walked in.“Nooooo! Please, save me God!” I

Chapter Sixteen: A face from the past

I hadn’t realized how much I missed freedom until I was sitting in the backseat of a car that didn’t belong to me.Which was admittedly a strange thought. Most people probably associated freedom with owning things.I apparently associated it with temporarily borrowing billionaire things. But I guess I did own it for the mean time.The driver remained silent during the entire trip, which honestly I appreciated. After spending weeks surrounded by Adrian and Victor, both of whom communicated like emotionally unavailable princes, silence felt peaceful.I sat with one leg tucked beneath me while staring out the window. I’d missed the city. I could boldly say I knew it better than most, considering the fact that I literally walked almost everywhere, everyday.And for the first time since entering Adrian Kane’s mansion, I felt like I could breathe properly again.My phone buzzed, distracting me.ELENA.I answered immediately.“Please tell me you’re actually coming.”I grinned. “That’s a rude

Chapter Seventeen: Homecoming and Unwanted Invitation

Lunch ended immediately after that, with everyone losing their appetite. In a few hours or days, it’d hurt me to know I couldn’t finish good food all because of a random old lady that was probably suffering from dementia.The whole mood was totally ruined. Elena sat across from me with her fork suspended halfway to her mouth and I stared at my untouched fries.Neither of us spoke as minutes passed until finally, Elena lowered her fork.“Okay.”I looked up. “Okay what?”“What was that?”I immediately looked away, not in the mood to have my mood more ruined. Unfortunately Elena didn’t mind.“Amara.”“No.”“That wasn’t an answer.”“It was a response.”“It absolutely wasn’t.”I groaned and dropped my forehead onto the table. The restaurant suddenly felt too crowded. Too loud. Too full of people who definitely hadn’t just been informed that their entire life might be one giant mystery.Lucky them.Elena rubbed her face. “You know what?”“What?”“I think we’ve had enough excitement for one

Chapter Eighteen: The Master of Act

The next morning started with almost a disappointment.I stared at the garment bag hanging from the bedroom door as I tried to blink the sleep away from my eyes. I looked at Mrs. Laurent then back at the garment bag. Then back at Mrs. Laurent.“No.” I stated.Mrs. Laurent smiled and just as I’d come to realize, that was never a good sign.“Good morning, dear.” She greeted.“No.”“Breakfast?”“No.”“Dress fitting?”“Absolutely not.”She laughed softly and walked farther into the room carrying a tray.Traitor.Everyone in this house was a traitor.I went back to my bed, arms folded across my chest. “You people really don’t believe in consent around here.”Mrs. Laurent placed the tray down. “We do.”“You absolutely don’t.”“We absolutely do.”“You’re forcing me to go for a birthday party.”“An agreement that was already preordained.”“A kidnapping.”“A party.”“A fancy kidnapping.”Mrs. Laurent shook her head, still smiling.I hated how impossible it was to stay annoyed with her. The wom

Chapter Nineteen: The First Mrs. Kane

The problem with rich people was that they never gave you enough time to process one weird thing before introducing another.Five minutes ago, I had been mentally recovering from a silver haired woman casually implying Adrian Kane had previous wives.Now I was standing near a refreshment table pretending I wasn’t spiraling. Which, admittedly, I was doing badly.I stared into my drink before deciding the juice wasn’t going to provide answers and drank it anyway.“That expression usually means trouble.” I looked up and promptly forgot how words worked. For a second, I genuinely forgot my own name.The woman standing before me was ridiculous.Not pretty. Not beautiful. Gorgeous.The kind of woman that made every other woman within a twenty foot radius reconsider their skincare routine.She had long dark hair, a perfect posture and she wore an elegant black gown.She smiled at me and all I could do was blink.“Hi.” she said. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.The woman laughed softly

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