All Chapters of The Billionaire's Bride Hidden Identity : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I turned for what felt like the hundredth time, as sleep refused to come. I pulled the blanket over my head, but it was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam, I felt the warmth of his hand over mine, the kiss that was cut short before either of us wanted it to end. I covered my burning face with both hands."What is wrong with me?" I whispered.The answer was clear. I had fallen hopelessly in love with my husband. With a sigh, I climbed out of bed. A glass of water would help, at least, that was what I told myself.I slipped into the net nightdress hanging beside my bed and walked barefoot toward the kitchen. I stopped as I saw Liam.Liam sat alone at the kitchen counter, one hand around a glass of water, the other resting against his temple. He looked exhausted... yet impossibly handsome.For a moment, I considered turning back, then he lifted his head and our eyes met. Neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us until I finally forced a smile."Good evening... L

I still haven't recovered from the way Liam treated me yesterday. After the night we shared, I believed something had changed between us; I even thought we'd crossed the line and now had something real.Maybe he had a bad day yesterday, and this morning will be different. That hope stayed with me until I walked downstairs.Breakfast was tasteless. I barely swallowed a few bites before grabbing my bag and stepping outside, then… I stopped in my tracks. A man I'd never seen before stood beside a sleek black sedan.He smiled politely."Good morning, Mrs. Liam. I'm Matthew, your new driver."I frowned. "My... what?"He continued. "I've been assigned to drive you to work and anywhere else you need to go."My heart sank."Where's Liam?""Mr. Kingsley left for the office earlier this morning."So... he hadn't traveled, he had left without me."Oh." That was all I could say before climbing into the car.The drive was endless. My mind replayed every second of that night. His kisses, his gentl

By morning, my hand drifted lazily across the bed. The space beside me was cold. I frowned and forced my eyes open.A few seconds later, the bathroom door clicked open, Liam stepped out, already dressed, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as though the night we shared had never happened.A smile spread across my face before I could stop it."Good morning, Liam."He didn't look at me."We leave in fifteen minutes."His voice was flat, and ice cold just like before. The smile disappeared from my face instantly. I waited, hoping he would look back, smile at me, or maybe he would call me 'baby' again.Nothing came. He picked up his watch from the dresser, fastened it around his wrist, then walked past me without another word. Cold crept past my skin as the bedroom door closed behind him. I remained exactly where I was, my fingers tightened around the blanket.Again? Why again? Last night, he held me, kissed me… He looked at me like… No Nora, don't think about iPerhapsybe this was normal to

Morning arrived like every other day, traffic built along the roads, businesses came alive and people prepared for another ordinary day. But none of them knew that, sometime during the night, a secret had been buried with an old woman.Sophia walked into her kitchen, still fastening the buttons of her blazer as she casually carried her coffee. "Maria?"The housekeeper appeared almost immediately."Good morning, Mrs. Sophia.""Morning." Sophia smiled tiredly as she walked out of the kitchen. "No breakfast?"Sophia shook her head. "I'll eat at the office."Maria frowned. "Ma, You've said that three days in a row, you'll make yourself sick."Sophia paused for a while and laughed softly. "I promise I'll eat later."Maria knew she couldn't convince Sophia otherwise. Sophia walked into the sitting room and sat on the sofa, as her eyes landed on the brown envelope resting inside her handbag. She smiled to herself as she wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the warmth settle into her

LiamAfter the second night with Nora, I haven't been myself.No, let me rephrase. I knew exactly what was wrong with me, I just refused to admit it. I have spent years convincing myself that love was another word for weakness. Lillian had taught me that lesson well. But now with Nora, she had somehow found the key to that locked version of me that every time I saw her, I wanted to pull her into my arms, and every time I pushed her away I hated myself even more. She was avoiding me now, I deserved it.Every night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I would go into her room quietly. She always slept deeply. I would brush away the strand of hair from her face before sitting beside her bed for a few minutes, just to watch her breathe, and to know she was alright I always left before sunrise, pretending none of it had happened. I am a coward right?Tonight, I came home early. I loosened my tie and walked into my study to bury myself in work. Instead, one of the CCTV monitors caught my at