All Chapters of The Billionaire's Bride Hidden Identity : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LIAM "Then why do you keep looking at me like you are trying to figure out who I am?"I watched her hesitate… she looked nervous at some point, then she looked away.This again… I have noticed this for some time… What was eating her so deeply that she couldn't even look into my eyes? Seeing her look away made the small distance between us widen, even though neither of us had moved."Was there ever someone important in your life," she asked finally, "before me?"The question caught me off guard... like, I mean, how did we get here? But I couldn't ignore the question, so I looked at her."Where's this coming from?""Just answer me." Her voice stayed soft, but there was a slight hint of worry beneath it."There were people before you." I studied her face, trying to read what was actually going on in her mind. "But none of them matter now.""Was there someone you loved?"I paused…of course there was, that was in the past, nothing important… What was eating me deep was the thought that I

NORALillian's gaze flicked toward me for barely a second. She gave me a dismissive once-over before her eyes returned entirely to Liam, like I was something she had already decided wasn't worth cataloguing."Why are you here?" Liam's voice came out flat and controlled, but there was no warmth in it."I only wanted to see you." Lillian moved further into the room, entirely at ease as if she belonged there. "Is that so strange?""After this long? Yes, it is," Liam frowned. "What is your reason for coming?" Liam asked, his hand tightening slightly around mine.She didn't answer directly. Instead, her eyes softened into something that looked almost fond, then she smiled faintly at nothing in particular."You still take your coffee black, no sugar," she said. "Two shots of espresso if you have had a rough morning."I felt my stomach tighten."You used to hum when you were concentrating." Lillian tilted her head, studying him now like she was peeling back years in a single glance. "Some ol

NORA I woke to the warm weight of Liam's arm around my waist. I felt him breathing slowly and evenly against my hair, and for a moment I just lay there, letting myself enjoy the quiet moment."You're awake," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, as he brought his lips against my shoulder."Maybe," I said, smiling as I turned slightly in his arms, meeting his half-lidded gaze. "And you're in a good mood this morning.""Should I not be?" His fingers trailed lazily along my spine, down to my waist. "My wife finally stopped giving me the cold shoulder."The feel of his hand on my back sent goosebumps all over my body. "I wasn't giving you cold shoulders." I smiled "You absolutely were." His mouth curved. "And you equally stared at me intensely. I was starting to feel like a suspect.""I was not that obvious."“Uhhh.” He gave a dramatic look. Did you see you stare?” He adjusted my chin so I was looking at him. “You once stared at me for a full thirty seconds over your coffee, like you

NORAI watched Liam in silence, waiting. I didn't keep count of the tìme but it was long enough that my pulse had climbed higher by the time he finally spoke."This isn't real." He set the photograph down on the table between us, with a tight jaw. “Wh…”"The picture…” He cut me off. “I mean… the picture is real, but this…" He tapped the handwriting on the back. "This is Lillian trying to get under your skin. She sent this deliberately, to make you doubt me.""Maybe." I studied his face, searching for God knows what. "But what is more important is that she clearly believes it. She wouldn't write me such a note if she didn't think there was still something there.""What Lillian believes," Liam said, voice sharpening, "doesn't determine what I feel now.” He ran his hand along his hair before he spoke again. “Lillian is holding on to the past, but I now have feelings for my now, and that is you. Those are two completely different things.""Are they really different?" I crossed my arms abo

LILLIAN I sat across from Elizabeth in her private study with my hands wrapped tightly around a glass of water I hadn't touched.“Cookies?” Elizabeth pointed at the small sauce placed in front of me.I shook my head. “I am fine.” But was I really? No. My mind hadn't stopped replaying the way Liam looked at me the day I was at his place. Was I expecting him to smile at me? Not really, but that look."I'm not sure I can do this," I admitted finally.Elizabeth's expression didn't shift. She still looked calm and composed as always. "Explain.""It wasn't what I expected." I set the glass of water down, ignoring the way my fingers trembled slightly. "He wasn't warm, not like I was expecting him to give me a warm hug, but..”“But what?” She looked at me like she was trying to solve a puzzle.“I…” I paused; I didn't know how I could really explain it better. “His eyes weren't empty, Elizabeth. They were completely occupied. Entirely occupied with her.""With Nora?" She asked as she flippe