บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Billionaire I Hate: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Emily’s POVThe rain was everywhere. In my hair, in my eyes, soaking through my clothes like a second skin. The wind howled so loud it felt like the whole world was screaming, but nothing was louder than the storm inside me. My pulse pounded in my ears, my breathing was uneven, and my body ached from the bruises and cuts Mateo had left on me.But none of that mattered.Because right now, all I saw was my father’s blood on Mateo’s hands.His grip on my arm was tight, his fingers pressing into my already sore skin as he dragged me toward the edge of the cliff. My boots struggled against the wet ground, slipping on the mud, but he yanked me forward without care.“Fucking hell, you are the most difficult young woman I’ve ever dealt with,” Mateo growled, his voice strained with frustration. His grip tightened painfully, his breath ragged. “Never in my life have I gone through this much shit just for a pussy.”I saw red.I twisted in his grip, my free hand swinging up. Slap. The sound crack

Cole’s POVThe post-funeral reception was held at Richard Hart’s estate…a massive, sprawling mansion that screamed wealth and power.The kind of place where every corner had been meticulously designed to impress.Expensive art lined the walls. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, their lights low to match the somber mood. Waiters in black suits moved silently through the crowd, offering glasses of aged whiskey and champagne.But no one was here to drink.They were here to watch.Richard Hart was dead. And now, the question that lingered in the air, unspoken but loud, was…what happens next?I kept my eyes on Emily.She stood near the grand staircase, her posture rigid, her hands clasped together. The funeral had drained the color from her face, but there was still a fire in her eyes. A sharp, unyielding fire that dared anyone to challenge her.She wasn’t grieving like a daughter who lost a father.She was calculating.Because Emily Hart knew better than anyone that grief wasn’t

Emily's POV.It had been a good week, or at least, as good as things could be when you were trying to figure out how to be a big sister while still managing your life. Smith and I had started to settle into a rhythm. It wasn’t perfect…hell, half the time, I still had no idea what I was doing…but we were getting there. He talked a little more, asked me things, and even reached for my hand when we crossed the street. Small victories, but victories nonetheless.So when Lena showed up to take him back, I wasn’t ready.She stood at the door, her designer sunglasses perched on top of her head, arms crossed, watching as Smith clung to the hem of my jacket. There was something stiff in the way she held herself, like she was measuring her words, careful not to say the wrong thing. Her eyes flickered between me and Smith, hesitating before she spoke.“I told you I’d be back today,” she said, her voice smooth, but I caught the careful edge to it, like she was choosing her tone wisely.I knew she

Vanessa’s POVThe car’s headlights cut through the rain, but the world outside felt dark, suffocating. Ronan didn’t say a word. Neither of us had spoken since we left the officer's body on the roadside. That was. Fucking week ago.It was like the silence between us had stretched so thin it could snap any second.I couldn’t stop replaying the look on Ronan’s face…the disbelief, the anger. He was looking at me like I was a stranger. Like I wasn’t the woman he’d followed across states, gone into hiding for. Like I hadn’t meant everything to him once.I could see it now. He wouldn’t stay. He wouldn’t stick around after everything I’d done. And honestly? I couldn’t blame him.The flashes of the police lights danced across my memory, and something inside me clicked. I’ve gone too far.Then, my phone buzzed. I hesitated, then snatched it from my pocket. It was a news alert. A headline with Emily’s name caught my eye: Business Mogul's Father Found Dead in Possible Attack by Rivals.I froze.T

Emily's POV.I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I last ate, or when I’d finally fallen asleep, but the world around me felt like it was spinning. I wasn’t sure if it was the stress or the dizziness or the baby, but I knew that the nausea had been hitting me hard. Every time I stood up, my stomach churned, and I had to force myself not to fall over. Cole was always by my side, his hands steady, his eyes calm. He was like an anchor, holding me in place when the world felt like it was breaking apart.I tried not to show him how much I was struggling, but I couldn’t help it. He always seemed to know when something was wrong. He’d catch me before I could fall, steady me when my legs threatened to give out.I was pregnant, and not a soul knew except for Cole and me. It was the one thing I hadn’t told anyone, not even my mother. I hadn’t found the words yet, and maybe I wasn’t ready. It didn’t seem to matter, though. Every day felt like a battle. Every day felt like I was drowning in a