All Chapters of Married to My EX's Billionaire Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Edward's fingers still left a lingering warmth along my jaw when he finally pulled his hand away. The faint smile that had appeared on his lips disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by a rigid expression of complete control.“We're going back to the mansion now,” Edward said.His voice had turned cold again, as though the heated teasing from moments ago had merely been a figment of my imagination.He straightened the buttons of his suit before gesturing for me to walk ahead of him.I swallowed, trying to calm my still-racing heartbeat before stepping out of the office.The drive to the mansion passed in suffocating silence.Edward was busy staring at the screen of his tablet, while I chose to look out the window.My status had officially changed.I was no longer the woman James had thrown out of a cheap apartment.I was now the wife of the head of the Turner family.The black car finally came to a stop in front of the main courtyard of the Turner family mansion. The house st

Edward's office door closed firmly behind us, shutting out the noise from the Turner Group hallway.Edward's words about “celebrating the victory” still echoed in my ears.But instead of touching me, he walked over to his desk, poured his golden liquor into two small crystal glasses, and handed one to me.“To your first victory, Mrs. Turner,” Edward said quietly, tapping his glass against mine with a soft clink.I took a small sip. Warmth immediately spread down my throat.“Thank you for standing up for me in front of the board.”“I wasn't standing up for you, Allana,” Edward replied, leaning against the edge of his desk as he looked straight at me. “I'm simply protecting the company's most valuable asset right now. Your design is the main reason Turner Group's stock has surged.”I smiled faintly.His words brought me back to the reality of who I truly was.I wasn't the daughter of some billionaire.I hadn't been born with a silver spoon in my mouth like James or Rose.Both of my pare

"Emergency press conference at city hall," Edward's chief legal counsel repeated over the speakerphone, his voice tight with anxiety. "Arthur has brought five major news networks, Mr. Edward. He is publicly accusing you of corporate fraud, claiming your marriage to Allana is an illegal sham designed to strip James of his rightful place in the company."Edward disconnected the call without a word. The archive room fell into a heavy silence. He placed his phone on the desk and turned to face me. The cold focus in his gray eyes showed no hesitation—only a dangerous readiness for war."Arthur is moving faster than expected," Edward said, his tone perfectly flat.I didn't step back. A cold, quiet smile touched my lips as I adjusted the lapel of my tailored black blazer. The anxiety that used to control me had completely vanished, replaced by an absolute resolve to take back what was mine."Good," I replied, looking straight into his eyes. "An open attack is much easier to crush than a snake

The bitter stench of burnt oil and metallic fresh blood sliced cleanly through the residual heat hanging between Edward and me.The elevator doors felt like a threshold between two worlds—inside, my breath was still ragged from the searing imprint of Edward's lips on my collarbone; outside, Rose stood trembling in the shadows, her black dress torn at the shoulder, exposing angry blue bruises against her pale skin.Edward shifted instinctively. His heavy hand didn't release my waist; instead, he maneuvered my body fully behind his broad, towering frame. An unyielding human shield."A foolish move if you think you can ambush me here, Rose," Edward’s voice rumbled, dangerously calm, devoid of a single trace of surprise. His hand slid into his inner jacket pocket with deliberate, calculated precision. "One signal, and my security at the perimeter will snap your neck.""Do it! Kill me if it makes you feel like a king!" Rose shrieked hysterically, her voice fracturing under high-pitched pan

The silence inside the master bedroom shattered as Edward’s fingers unfastened my black dress, letting the silk fall in a heap onto the marble floor.Beneath the soft glow of the wall sconces, there was no distance left between us. His warm, broad chest pressed flush against mine, erasing every trace of last night’s storm from my skin. Every touch of his hands on my waist and back felt possessive, claiming an absolute ownership that no longer needed to hide behind a marriage contract."You're mine, Allana," Edward whispered against the crook of my neck. His deep voice vibrated against my skin, followed by a light nip on my shoulder that caught my breath. "Not because of that piece of paper, but because you are the only woman capable of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with me."The shadows of vengeance that had haunted our path seemed to dissolve as Edward pulled me under a burning wave of passion. Across the expansive bed, we drank in each other's breath, letting weeks of pent-up desire