Novel & Cerita Married To My Billionaire Nemesis

Grey I'm standing in the living room of my second mansion, with my body seething with rage. I stare down at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening around it. The picture of my wife, Caroline, Callie, and me at the restaurant is plastered all over the internet. #Grey Grand, the Billionaire CEO cheating on his wife with her fraternal twin# #He’s a cold, cruel human being# # Cheating with her twin? That’s horrible#

The glitter and music had faded the deeper they went, until marble turned to concrete and smiles turned to steel. Men with guns stood at the walls. And at the center of it all sat Dante Moretti—the billionaire her professor praised in lectures. The future of European finance. But billionaires didn’t run underground casinos guarded by armed soldiers. Unless… “She will be the debt payment.” Being shocked was an understatement to how she felt. Her father had handed her over. A wife in exchange for his life… their lives. The second time had been colder. In a courtroom, her signature shook as it went beside Dante’s steady one. He hadn’t stayed a moment longer after signing the papers. He’d left,

“Well?” “Oh my…you look beautiful,” I said. It came out flat. She narrowed her eyes but went to change again. From behind the curtain, her voice kept going. “I still can’t believe this is real,” she said. “A year ago everything felt impossible and now I’m marrying Mike Laurent. Actual Mike Laurent. Do you understand how crazy that is?” The name hit me like a physical blow. My ears started ringing, and I felt like the floor was moving upside-down. Sophia kept talking, laughing, completely clueless.

"You already lent me a hundred million. If the Marlowes go under and the Ashfords make you break off the engagement, I'll have no way to explain myself." "Don't worry too much. My brother is brilliant at business. He'll find a way through this." "And if all else fails, I'll just... I'll go for a business marriage!" "Some wealthy merchant's son, rolling in money and unable to find a wife. He'd be perfect for me." Sophie was ready to throw herself on the grenade. Ever since Evelyn had known her, Sophie had been fearless, a champion of freedom in love and marriage. For her to say something like this now meant they truly had been pushed to the edge.

The stranger pressed the gun harder against her head. “No, sweetheart. The man you married is there.” He leaned closer. “I'm the man you were supposed to marry.” A violent crash echoed through the room. Someone shouted. A child screamed. Then the stranger dragged Elena backward through a hidden doorway. She fought him with everything she had, kicking, twisting, and clawing at his arm. The gun slipped against her cheek, and she heard a sharp click. “Stop fighting me!” “Let me go!” “I have spent thirty years trying to get you back!”

Chapter 11 I didn't hide, and I didn't let Liam’s PR team issue some cold, robotic corporate statement. That was what Elena expected. She wanted me on the defensive. Instead, I booked a ten-minute live segment on Financial Morning Direct—the biggest business show in the city. By nine-thirty, I was sitting under the bright studio lights in a sharp cream suit, looking calm and totally unbothered. "Miss Montgomery.” The anchor started, leaning forward with a cautious look. "Tabloid reports came out this morning alleging that you abandoned your former stepson after your recent marriage to Liam Blackwood. How do you respond to those claims?"

I started walking away because I didn't want a scene here. But then I felt a force pull me backwards. His eyes raked my frame hungrily as he swallowed hard. “If you dressed like this when we were married, I would never have cheated on you,” he muttered, gliding his thumb over my wrist. I yanked my hand free from his grip, glaring daggers at him and God, I wished that would slice him into pieces. “Jasver, don't you have better things to do other than stalking your ex–wife? Aren't you ashamed?”

But I could not stop myself from being affected by his presence. His presence dominated more authority than it did years back but still, I cowered in submission. Still, I remembered the guy I had fallen in love with and had promised me a future we had both dreamed of and never realized. And here he was building it with another woman. I should not be heartbroken. Heck, I should not even be affected but meeting him brought back memories I have buried deep in me and I hated my every bit of showing any reaction to him. The way his warm hands fitted right into my cold ones confirmed I was still delusional and still stuck in that world from years back. I knew I knew to break away but I did not wan

“Are you giving half of your assets, shares, funds, including your overseas property and cash, all to that woman?” Liam said coldly, “Zephyr, what are you thinking!?” Zephyr licked his lips. His gaze was cool and determined. “Not half… All.” “What did you say?” “The statement says half now because she isn’t my wife yet. When she truly becomes my wife, everything that’s mine will be hers.” Liam’s gaze was frosty as he furrowed his brows staring at Zephyr. “So, you haven’t gotten married yet?”

"I... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen