Lahat ng Kabanata ng ​Accidentally Married to the Ghost Billionaire : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The heavy executive doors of the penthouse swung open, and Vivian stepped inside, her high heels clicking softly against the marble foyer. The suffocating weight that had pressed on her chest for weeks was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of freedom. Oliver was standing at the kitchen counter, wearing a simple navy sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, slicing fresh lemons. He looked up, his dark eyes instantly softening as he read the electric relief on her face. "You look like a woman who just won a war," Oliver said smoothly, setting the knife down. "Harrison turned himself in," Vivian said, a breathless smile breaking across her face. She walked over, leaning her hands on the island opposite him. "Dominic Thorne brought me the original prenuptial agreement. It’s over, Oliver. Eleanor is being arrested as we speak. The company is completely safe." Oliver offered a quiet, warm smile, nodding slowly as if he had never doubted the outcome for a second. "I told

Morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the minimalist living room in warm, golden hues. Vivian woke up feeling lighter than she had in years. The suffocating weight of the forged will, Eleanor’s greed, and Harrison’s betrayal had finally evaporated. Sitting up in bed, she touched her lips gently with her fingertips, a warm flush rising to her cheeks as the memory of Oliver’s kiss on the dark promenade swept over her. When she walked into the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and toasted sourdough filled the air. Oliver stood by the counter in a soft grey shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. As he turned and saw her, a genuine, tender smile softened his usually impenetrable features. "Good morning," Oliver said, pouring a cup of coffee and sliding it toward her across the marble island. "You slept well." "I did," Vivian admitted softly, taking the cup. Her eyes met his, and an electric, quiet understanding passed

The silence inside the executive boardroom was deafening, thick with an almost suffocating tension. Victor Smith stood at the edge of the polished mahogany table, his ice-blue eyes fixed on Vivian with a mixture of dark amusement and supreme arrogance. He adjusted the platinum cufflink on his bespoke jacket, waiting for her composure to shatter under the weight of his presence. Vivian didn't flinch. She maintained her posture, her chin raised, her hands resting calmly on the leather folder before her. "I don't recall asking for your pleasure, Mr. Smith," Vivian said, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp, freezing register. "I requested this meeting to address the illegal, arbitrary hold your offshore subsidiary placed on my company's luxury import cargo." Victor let out a soft, low laugh—a sound that echoed with effortless condescension. He took a slow, deliberate step toward her, his posture entirely unbothered by her cold demeanor. "Illegal is such a pedestrian term, Ms. Mil

The bustling atmosphere of the Grand Regency Palace ballroom seemed to freeze instantly. Victor Smith stood merely three feet from Oliver, his ice-blue eyes wide with a dangerous mix of shock and icy rage. The arrogant predator who had been threatening Miller Group minutes ago was now staring at his ultimate rival—the Ghost Billionaire.Oliver didn't flinch. His expression remained smoothly calm, a polite, innocent smile settling over his features that completely masked the lethal force burning beneath."Victor," Oliver replied smoothly, his tone warm and entirely unbothered, as if greeting a casual acquaintance. "It’s been a while."Before Victor could process the eerie composure of his eternal enemy, high heels clicked sharply against the marble floor. Vivian stepped up beside Oliver, her eyes darting between the two men in absolute bewilderment."You two know each other?" Vivian asked, her voice tight with suspicion and surprise. She looked directly at Victor. "How do you know my

The morning executive brief at Miller Group began with a wave of stunned, disbelief-filled whispers.Vivian sat at the head of the conference table, holding a fresh cup of dark coffee, fully prepared to lead her team through another grueling day of legal defense. Instead, her Vice President of Finance walked into the room with an expression that bordered on shock."Ms. Miller... the embargo is breaking," the VP stammered, placing a real-time terminal feed on the table. "As of thirty minutes ago, European regulatory authorities abruptly lifted the holds on our luxury import vessels. Our frozen credit lines in Singapore and London were reinstated without conditions."Vivian stared at the digital monitor, her heart skipping a beat. "What happened? Did Smith Global withdraw their regulatory petitions?""They had no choice," her CFO added, leaning over the table with wide eyes. "Smith Global Holdings is currently undergoing a massive financial hemorrhage. Overnight, their European public e