All Chapters of The Billionaires 10th Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Valerie’s POVSilas’s words stayed in the room long after he left.“You were chosen.”The silence that followed didn’t feel empty. It felt arranged. Like the mansion itself was waiting to see what I would do with that sentence.I stood where he had left me, still facing the glass wall.Outside, the white forest moved under slow wind. The trees bent slightly, their pale branches twisting like bones that refused to rest. Beyond them, the distant structure sat in darkness again, half-swallowed by the landscape.This time, I didn’t look away.My thoughts didn’t feel scattered anymore.They felt focused in a way that made my chest tight.Chosen.Not saved. Not rescued. Not trapped by accident.Chosen.The word didn’t fit anything I knew about my life before this mansion. My father never spoke about anything like this. My world had been money, reputation, family dinners, and public expectations. Nothing in that life had prepared me for being “chosen” by anything other than business or marri

Valerie’s POVSilas’s warning stayed in the air long after he finished speaking.“Once you see it, you won’t be able to unsee it.”The sealed door behind him didn’t move.It didn’t need to.The weight of it had already started settling inside me, like something pressing gently but constantly against my thoughts, refusing to be ignored.I looked at Silas.Not the door.Not yet.Because for the first time, I understood something important.He wasn’t trying to scare me into obedience.He was trying to measure how far I was willing to go.That realization changed something in the way I stood.Not confidence.Not fear.Clarity.Silas noticed.Of course he did.His gaze narrowed slightly, just enough to register the shift.The corridor around us felt tighter again. The silence wasn’t empty anymore. It was layered, like something beneath it was waiting for permission to surface.I took a slow step sideways.Not toward him.Not away from him.Just enough to break the alignment between his bod

Valerie’s POVSilas didn’t move at first.He just stood there in the dim light of the main level, watching me like he was waiting for a decision I hadn’t fully made yet. The silence between us felt heavier than usual. Not empty. Controlled. Like it had been placed there on purpose.My hand stayed frozen near the doorframe.I had been about to leave.That thought still lingered in my body, even though my feet had stopped obeying me.The mansion around us felt different at this hour. The glass walls reflected the white forest outside in broken fragments, turning the landscape into something fractured and unreal. Shadows stretched long across the polished floor, shifting slightly with every movement of the wind outside.Everything in this place looked still.But nothing felt still.Silas finally stepped forward.One step.Then another.Not rushed. Not cautious either. Just certain.I hated how calm he always looked when I felt like my thoughts were breaking apart.“You’re leaving the win

Valerie’s POVSilas didn’t repeat himself.He didn’t need to.His voice still hung in the air behind me, calm but firm enough to freeze whatever movement I had been about to make. I kept my hand suspended near the circular door, not touching it, not pulling away either.Caught in between.The corridor felt tighter now. Not physically, but in awareness. Like the space had adjusted the moment he arrived.I slowly turned my head.Silas stood a few steps back.Same posture. Same control. But something in his expression had shifted slightly. Not panic. Not surprise either.Recognition mixed with frustration.As if I had interrupted something already in motion.My chest tightened.“You followed me,” I said.My voice sounded quieter than I intended.Silas didn’t respond immediately.His eyes moved from me to the door.Then back again.“I told you not to come here,” he said.Still calm.Still controlled.But there was something underneath it now.Pressure.Not anger.Concern shaped like autho

Valerie’s POVSilas’s grip on my wrist wasn’t painful.But it was final.Not in a violent way.In a controlled way.Like he had decided the situation had crossed a line that no longer allowed hesitation.The moment his fingers closed around my wrist, the pulsing from the door changed.It reacted.Faster.Louder.More unstable.The glow across the symbols sharpened into thin, bright lines, like something behind the surface had suddenly become aware of movement in front of it.My breath caught.Silas didn’t look at me.His attention stayed fixed on the door.But his voice dropped lower.“Don’t move,” he said.I didn’t.Not because I obeyed.Because something about the space itself made movement feel wrong.The hum beneath the floor deepened again, spreading outward like a wave through the corridor.The walls felt closer.Not physically.Perceptually.Like the mansion was tightening around the moment.My pulse hammered hard against my ribs.“What is happening?” I asked quietly.Silas did