Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S TEMPORARY WIFE : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Adrian's arms were still around me when the words sank in."It won't end."For a moment, I forgot about the warehouse, the missing pendant, the Circle, and every secret that had turned my life upside down.All I could hear was his heartbeat.Fast.Steady.Real.When I finally pulled back, I looked into his eyes."You mean the contract?""I mean us."The answer came without hesitation.I swallowed hard."Adrian, when we signed that contract, you made it clear that this marriage had an expiration date.""I know.""You said six months.""I know.""And now you're saying you don't want it to end."His expression softened."Because I don't want a life without you in it."My heart twisted.Those were the words I had once promised myself I would never need to hear from him.Love wasn't part of our agreement.But somewhere along the way, the rules had become meaningless.I looked away."I'm scared."Adrian gently lifted my chin."So am I.""You don't look scared.""That's because I've spent my

"ELENA!"Adrian's voice echoed through the darkness.I turned toward the sound, my heart pounding against my ribs. Smoke was beginning to fill the vault, and somewhere above us, metal groaned beneath the force of the explosion."Adrian!" I shouted."Stay where you are!"Daniel grabbed my arm."Don't move."I pulled away from him. "Get your hands off me!"He raised his gun, but his expression was filled with panic rather than anger."Elena, listen to me. The vault is connected to the old security tunnels. If the explosion damaged the support system, this entire room could collapse.""Then help me find my husband!"Daniel flinched at the word *husband*.Before he could answer, another explosion shook the building.The floor moved beneath my feet.I lost my balance, and Daniel caught me before I fell.A section of the ceiling cracked.Then a large piece of stone crashed onto the table, crushing the red folder beneath it."No!" I screamed.I rushed toward the table, but Daniel pulled me b

For several seconds, I couldn't move. Charles's final words continued to echo inside my head. "Your husband." I looked at Adrian. He stood a few feet away, completely still. The man who had held me when I was afraid. The man who had promised he would never leave me. The man I had finally allowed myself to love. And now Charles had looked at him as if Adrian knew where the most dangerous secret in our families was hidden. "Adrian," I whispered. His eyes met mine. "Elena..." "Do you know where the account is?" He didn't answer. That silence was enough. My heart sank. "You do." He looked away. I stood slowly. "You knew." Adrian took a step toward me. "Listen to me." "No." My voice trembled. "You knew where the account was." "I knew something." "What?" He hesitated. "The account wasn't created by the Circle." I stared at him. "Then who created it?" "My father." The words hit me harder than I expected. Adrian continued. "Before the accident, my father dis

I stood outside the room where Sophia Blackwood was waiting for me, staring at the closed door while Adrian stood beside me. For the first time since this nightmare began, I wasn't sure which frightened me more—the truth waiting behind that door or the possibility that I would never be able to trust the people I loved again. Sophia had asked to see me alone. Adrian had refused to let me go completely alone. He had been shot only hours earlier, and his shoulder was still bandaged beneath his shirt. Yet he stood there as though his own pain meant nothing. “You don't have to do this,” he said quietly. I looked at him. “She says she knows who my biological father is.” His jaw tightened. “I know.” “And you don't?” “I know what I've been told. I know what I've discovered. But I don't know what is true anymore.” That answer frightened me more than anything else. I lowered my eyes to his hand. His fingers were resting beside mine, but he wasn't touching me. Maybe he was giving m

For several seconds, nobody moved. Charles Blackwood stood at the end of the passage, alive, calm, and completely untouched by the chaos surrounding us. I stared at him, unable to make sense of what I was seeing. He had been shot. He had disappeared. We had believed he was dead. And yet there he was. Alive. Watching me as though he had been waiting for this exact moment. Adrian stood in front of me, his body tense. “Father.” Charles's expression didn't change. “My son.” Adrian's hand tightened around his gun. “You've been alive this entire time.” “Yes.” “You let me believe you were dead.” Charles looked at him for a long moment. “I did.” Adrian's jaw clenched. “Why?” “Because there were people watching you.” “You could have told me.” “And then you would have come looking for me.” “I did come looking for you.” “You came looking for a dead man.” His words struck Adrian hard. I could see the anger building inside him, but beneath it was something else. Hurt.