All Chapters of The Billionaire's Dangerous Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Roxanne's POVThe drop from thirty stories up was a quick way to die, but staying inside that penthouse meant taking a bullet to the brain.Rain lashed against my face like tiny needles as my fingers scrambled for purchase on the wet aluminum fire escape. The metal ladder rattled violently beneath my weight, slick with oil and autumn sludge. My boots slipped on the second landing, my left knee slamming hard against the sharp grating. A hot line of pain flared up my leg, but I bit down hard on my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when every shadow cast by the flickering streetlamps below looked like an executioner waiting to collect.By the time I hit ground level, sliding down the final rusted bars into a narrow, suffocating alleyway behind Crimson Heights, my lungs were burning. I dragged myself against the slimy brick wall, gasping for air that tasted entirely of exhaust fumes and freezing drizzle. My heavy-duty cleaning jumps

Roxanne's POVThe rhythmic beep of the IV monitor felt like a countdown timer ticking away the seconds of my life. I stared at the small black USB drive dangling between Kiran Cross’s fingers, the tiny plastic shell holding the precise digital weight of my destruction—and potentially, my salvation."You know what's on that drive," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy quiet of the high-rise office. I refused to cower, pulling my shoulders back against the leather sofa despite the soreness radiating through my bruised muscles. "If the Sterlings find out I walked out of Crimson Heights with it, they’ll turn this entire city upside down until they find my corpse. And if you keep it, you're holding a ticking time bomb."Kiran didn't blink. A dark, amused glint flickered in his eyes, the expression of a chess grandmaster watching an opponent make a desperate, cornered move. He walked slowly back around his glass desk, tossing the USB drive onto the polished surface with a soft clatter

Roxanne's POVThe sharp clink of shattered crystal against imported Italian marble echoed through the suddenly dead-silent ballroom. For a terrifying, suspended second, nobody breathed. The ambient hum of the string quartet died away as the musicians realized their audience was entirely transfixed by the frozen tableau near the champagne tower.Victoria Sterling stood staring at me as if she had just seen a ghost crawl out of an open grave. Her meticulously painted lips parted in a silent gasp, color completely draining from her face until she looked like porcelain left out in the snow. Beside her, her father’s face mottled from a polite flush into a deep, furious crimson. The elderly patriarch of the Sterling empire opened his mouth, struggling to find a veneer of polite diplomacy after being publicly blindsided by the most feared fixer in the city."A wedding?" Mr. Sterling finally managed, his voice trembling slightly with suppressed rage as he forced his gaze from my face up to Ki