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

Amelia stared at Damian. “You.” The word kept echoing in her head. She shook her head slowly. “No.” Damian reached for her. She stepped away. “Don’t touch me.” “Amelia, listen to me.” “No. You said someone opened my mother’s grave. Now you’re telling me they were looking for me?” “Yes.” “Why?” “I don’t know.” “Then take me there.” Damian’s expression hardened. “Absolutely not.” Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to decide that anymore.” “I’m trying to keep you alive.” “And I’m trying to find out why someone is digging up my mother’s grave!” Her voice cracked. Damian went quiet. Amelia swallowed the lump in her throat. “My whole life, I believed my mother died in an accident. I believed there was nothing left to know about her.” She held up the photograph. “But now I find out you knew her. Richard is alive. There’s a secret room in your house. And someone just opened her grave.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Do you understand how insane this is?” Damian

Amelia read the sentence again. Damian was the reason I disappeared. Her fingers went numb. She slowly lowered the letter. Then she looked at her husband. Damian didn’t move. “Tell me it’s a lie.” His eyes met hers. “Amelia—” “Tell me.” Silence. Her heart sank. “You can’t.” Damian stepped toward her. She immediately stepped back. “Stay away from me.” “Listen to me.” “No.” “Amelia, you don’t understand what that letter means.” “Then explain it!” Her voice broke. “You were the reason my mother disappeared?” Damian’s jaw tightened. “I never hurt your mother.” “That’s not what I asked!” “I didn’t make her disappear.” “Then why did she write this?” He had no answer. Amelia laughed bitterly. “Exactly.” Richard watched them silently. Amelia turned toward him. “You knew about this.” Richard nodded. “How long?” “Seventeen years.” Her eyes widened. “Seventeen years?” “I promised your mother I would wait until you were ready.” “Ready for what?” “To know t

Amelia stared at Richard. For a few seconds, she couldn’t breathe. The house where her mother had been held. The house where her father had died. And now, somehow, the same house was connected to the woman Richard had just mentioned. Her eyes slowly shifted toward Damian. He hadn’t moved. But something in his face had changed. The murderous anger was still there, buried beneath his expression, but now there was something else. Fear. Amelia had never seen Damian afraid before. “Why?” she whispered. Richard frowned. “Why what?” “Why was my mother held there?” Silence. Richard looked at Damian. Damian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t look at him,” Amelia snapped. “I’m asking you.” Richard hesitated. Then he sighed. “Because your mother knew something she wasn’t supposed to know.” Amelia’s stomach twisted. “What did she know?” “That depends on who you ask.” “Richard.” Her voice cracked. She hated that. She hated how close she was to falling apart. “My mother disappeare

The lights went out. Amelia gasped. For one terrifying second, the room became completely silent. Then someone grabbed her hand. She almost screamed. “It’s me,” Damian whispered. Amelia immediately pulled away. “Don’t touch me.” “Amelia, stay close.” “Why? So you can keep lying to me?” “Not now.” A loud crash came from upstairs. Amelia flinched. Richard cursed under his breath. The woman stood perfectly still. “Whoever came here isn’t looking for me,” she whispered. Amelia’s heart pounded. “Then who are they looking for?” The woman looked directly at her. “You.” Before Amelia could respond, a flashlight suddenly appeared at the top of the staircase. A man’s silhouette stood there. Damian moved in front of Amelia. “Richard,” he said quietly. “I see him.” The stranger started walking down. One step. Then another. Amelia’s fingers curled around the envelope her mother had left behind. She didn’t know who to trust anymore. Not Richard. Not the woman. And d

Amelia stared at Richard. The question hung in the room. Who is Damian really? She slowly turned toward her husband. Damian didn’t look at her. That frightened her more than anything. “Damian?” His jaw tightened. “Amelia, we need to leave.” She laughed bitterly. “Of course.” His eyes finally met hers. “Not here.” “Why? Because everyone in this room knows something about you except me?” “Amelia—” “No.” She stepped closer. “I want the truth.” Richard smiled faintly. “She deserves it.” Damian’s eyes flashed. “Stay out of this.” “Why?” Richard asked. “Afraid she’ll finally discover what you did?” Amelia’s heart sank. “What did he do?” Damian turned sharply toward Richard. “Enough.” Richard didn’t stop. “Tell her who you were before you became her husband.” Amelia stared at Damian. “Who were you?” Silence. Then Damian spoke. “I was your father’s enemy.” Amelia blinked. “What?” “Your father and I worked together once.” Richard scoffed. “Worked together