บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's undercover bride : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

VIVIAN The phone rang like a gunshot in my chest. My fingers froze over the dial of Damian’s number, the small ringing tone in my hand suddenly deafening in the silence of my apartment. Every instinct in me screamed that something was wrong, that the chaos of the day wasn’t done yet, that the fragile thread of hope I clung to was about to snap. I swallowed hard, pressing the phone to my ear with trembling hands. “Hello?” My voice cracked, almost foreign to my own ears. The voice on the other end was calm, professional, yet carried a weight I couldn’t ignore. “Is this Mrs. Vivian?” “Yes,” I whispered. “Who… who is this?” My heart had begun pounding, each beat echoing painfully in my chest. “I’m calling from the hospital. There’s been an accident… involving Mr. Damian. You should come immediately.” The words didn’t make sense at first. I thought I had heard wrong. My brain refused to process them. “What… what kind of accident?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whispe

VIVIAN The room was dim, suffused with the soft glow of a lamp that did little to chase away the shadows. I sat on the edge of the sofa, knees drawn to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around them as if I could somehow shield myself from the weight pressing down on me. The world outside moved on as usual, indifferent to the storm inside me. Traffic hummed somewhere in the distance, and the faint laughter of children floated through the air from a neighbor’s open window, but none of it reached me.I had not eaten since morning. The food on the small plate beside me had cooled, abandoned and untouched. I could feel the hunger gnawing at my stomach, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness gnawing at my chest, the hollow ache where my heart should have been. Every breath I drew felt heavy, laden with grief that refused to dissipate.My friend, Miriam, sat across from me, quiet, hands folded on her lap. She had not pressed me to speak, had not asked questions. She understood that some

VIVIAN The phone vibrated again, jarring me from the shallow, restless stupor I had been living in for the past days. My hands shook as I picked it up, half-expecting the call to be another piece of bad news, another twist in the nightmare that had already consumed my life. “Vivian,” Charlotte’s voice came through, smooth, calculated, and poisonous. It slithered into my ears and wrapped around my thoughts, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “I thought I’d check on you. Make sure you understand… everything.” I stiffened, gripping the phone as if I could crush her words before they reached my ears. “Why are you calling me? Haven’t you done enough?” I demanded, my voice a mixture of exhaustion, anger, and raw fear. “Oh, I’ve done plenty, darling,” she said, a soft laugh threading through her words. “But there’s more you need to know. You see, everything I’ve orchestrated—the framing, the fear, the chaos—it all has a reason. And it’s all because of him.” I felt my stomach tighte

VIVIAN The night was unusually still. Even the hum of the city outside seemed muted, as if the world itself had paused, holding its breath in anticipation of the storm that had taken root in my heart. I lay in bed, sheets tangled around me, the weight of the past days pressing down like a physical force. Sleep had come reluctantly, dragging me into a haze where reality and fear blended into an indistinguishable shadow. At first, it was gentle, soft, a whisper of warmth and comfort. I felt his hands on me, strong and steady, grounding me in a way only Damian could. His lips brushed my hair, and the familiar scent of him enveloped me. I felt safe, adored, loved in a way that erased every ounce of fear I had carried with me over the last week. I reached for him, my fingers brushing over his chest, tracing the steady beat of his heart. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, and for a fleeting moment, I believed the nightmare was over. That he was alive. That we were together, a

DAMIAN The engine hummed beneath me, steady and controlled, but everything inside me felt anything but.The road stretched ahead, long and dim under the glow of scattered streetlights. Each one passed like a slow pulse—light, then shadow, then light again. It should have been calming.It wasn’t.My hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, fingers tightening unconsciously as my thoughts circled the same point over and over again.Vivian.Her name felt different now.Heavier.Not just betrayal.Not just anger.Something else had slipped in, something I hadn’t invited—something that made it harder to hold onto the version of her I had convinced myself was true.I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening.“No,” I muttered under my breath.I had seen the evidence.I had believed it.I had lived with the consequences.Everything I built—my company, my reputation, my control—had nearly collapsed because of what was traced back to her.That wasn’t something you just ignored.That wasn’t something