Todos los capítulos de Married To My Richest Client: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The black sedan slowed as it approached the towering iron gates of Grayson Mansion, and Ysa’s heart hammered so hard it felt like it might burst through her ribs. She pressed her hand to her stomach, staring out at the white stone facade glowing under the lights. Marco, Hayes’s right hand, drove in silence. When the car stopped at the grand entrance, he opened the door. “Mr. Grayson is waiting inside, Ma’am.”She stepped out, smoothing the deep emerald silk of her gown, floor-length, neckline low enough to feel daring, clinging to every curve. Hayes had sent it with a note: Don’t wear anything else. It was the most expensive thing she’d ever worn, and as she walked up the marble steps, she felt equal to it and entirely too exposed.Before she could reach for the handle, the massive double doors swung open. Hayes stood there, leaning against the frame, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a crystal glass of amber liquid. No tie, top button undone, devastatingly handsome and ent

"Ysa… I am so fucking sorry.” His voice was rough, frayed at the edges. “The things they said, the way they looked at you, you didn’t deserve any of it. Not for a single second.” The two wen back to the Penthouse.She stepped into his space, her hands resting gently on his chest, feeling the heavy, frantic beat of his heart beneath the expensive fabric. “It’s okay, Hayes. Truly. They’re your family. It’s how this world works. It’s part of the game. I knew what I was walking into.”He lifted his head. “You shouldn’t have to be so brave. Not for me.”“I’m not brave for you.” She touched his face. “I’m here because I want to be. We’re okay.”He nodded slowly, then laced his fingers through hers and pulled her toward the living area, toward the marble bar glowing under warm gold light. “Come on. Let’s drink.”He reached for a crystal decanter Hennessy X.O Cognac, rich amber liquid catching the light like liquid gold and poured two heavy, generous measures into wide-bowled glasses. The sce

“I made it worse, Ysa.” Her mom’s voice breaks, tears spilling over. “When you said you were dropping out of college because of your Daddy situation... Tjen, git pregnant. I got angry. I said things. Things I shouldn’t have said. I told you you were throwing your life away. I told you you’d regret it. I told you —” She chokes on the words. “I told you he was a mistake. And I was wrong. I was so wrong.”“Ma —”“I should have held you.” She’s crying now. “I should have said I’m here. We’ll get through this. Instead I yelled. Instead I made you feel like you had something to be ashamed of. Like he was something to be ashamed of. And I’ve carried that guilt every single day. Every time I look at him… every time I see how hard you work… how much you sacrifice… I remember what I said. And I hate myself for it.”“Ma, don’t —”“I’m sorry.” She reaches out, cups Ysa’s face in both hands. “I am so, so sorry. I’m sorry I asked you to stop your education. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you better. Th

Ysa was shocked when she went to the kitchen and saw Hayes who stood near the stove, sleeves rolled up tight to his elbows. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, his dark hair fell a little messy over his forehead, “Right on time,” he said in his dee0 baritone voice, rough around the edges in the sexiest way. “I like that.” Ysa walked closer, her eyes were on him, unable to look away. “I didn’t picture you… doing this.” A half-smile tugged at his mouth. “People see the name Grayson and they think everything gets handed to us,” he remarked, pressing down gently with the tongs. “They don’t see the ones who still know how to do the work themselves. Ribeye steak, seared hard outside, pink and juicy inside. Garlic mashed potatoes, extra butter, heavy cream. Roasted tomatoes, green beans tossed in lemon and olive oil. That’s what’s on the menu. That’s our dinner.” He flipped the steaks over, the juices glistening deep red-brown, and didn’t look at her as he spoke next. “G

“Bitch.”The word hit her so suddenly that Ysa's entire body stiffened.What the hell?She turned sharply toward the doorway.A man stood there, one shoulder against the frame, watching her with an expression that made the air in the room feel different.Lourd Alexander Grayson.Hayes's cousin.Ysa had seen him at the Grayson mansion. Only briefly, barely long enough for an introduction, but she remembered him. There was something about him that made her uncomfortable even before he opened his mouth.“What are you doing here?” she asked.His eyebrow lifted. “Oh, what are you doing here?” he shot back.Ysa's jaw tightened. “I'm Hayes's wife.”Lourd gave a short laugh.“Wife?” The way he said it made the word sound ridiculous. He pushed himself away from the door and walked toward her.“You're beautiful,” he said, looking her over without bothering to hide it. “I'll give you that. Sexy. Gorgeous. The kind of woman who can make a man forget he's supposed to have common sense.”Ysa's face