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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "The uninvited"
I stormed off before Alessandro could make another move, my heart racing in my chest, pounding in the heavy silence. I needed to escape, even if just for a moment. But as soon as I swung the door open—"Shit! Shit! Shit!"Panic shot through me like electricity, my pulse quickening. Standing right there, completely unexpected, was Francisco. My breath hitched, and my mind went into overdrive.No, no, no—think, Antonia! What do I do?!I started pacing in frantic little circles, like a puppy chasing its own tail, completely lost in the sudden chaos."Antonia, open the damn door already!"Alessandro’s voice sliced through my panic, grounding me for a moment. I turned and saw him striding toward me, his expression filled with impatience. The irritation in his voice only added fuel to the fire that was already burning inside me.His eyes flickered toward the CCTV screen, where Francisco’s image was displayed. The moment he saw her, his jaw tightened, his body stiffening like a man bracing fo
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-23Secret Wife Of The Billionaire The weight beneath the ring
And our eyes met.“You have to be kidding me, right?” Francisco spat, her sharp gaze slicing through me like a blade. She looked me up and down, her lips curling in a sneer. “This is her? This is what you settled for, Aless? A stray dressed in silk?”Her words stung sharper than I expected.Alessandro stepped forward like a storm about to break. “Watch your mouth.”The force of his voice shook the room. Even I flinched.“Don’t you dare insult my wife,” he growled, his body tense with fury. “If anyone here is a lowlife, Francisco, it’s you. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be begging for magazine covers and fashion gigs. You used me. Used my name, my wealth, my family—until there was nothing left but your ambition.”Francisco smirked as if she’d heard this speech before. “Please, Aless. Spare me the martyr act. You were just as complicit. You liked the spotlight.”“I liked you,” he said bitterly. “And that was my mistake.”Silence settled for a beat—bitter, painful, raw.Then she pulle
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-25Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Fracture beneath the surface
"How long will it take for my leg to heal, doctor?" a voice asked—one so hauntingly familiar that my breath caught in my throat the moment I stepped into the room.I froze.There she was—Beatrice. My stepsister. Sitting casually in the patient chair, her polished nails resting on her lap as if the world bowed at her feet.She turned slightly, and her eyes locked with mine—but only for a second. Then she looked away. As if I were invisible.I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to steady my voice. "Good day, doctor. I, uh… I need to get my hand checked. I think I may have fractured it yesterday… during an accident." My voice trembled more than I wanted it to.The doctor gave a curt nod but didn’t look up from his tablet. "One moment."He turned back to Beatrice. "Miss Beatrice, I need you to stay consistent with your medication. And no pressure on that ankle—no heels, no long walks. Another fracture, and the damage could become permanent."Beatrice nodded, all sugar-sweet on the sur
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-26Secret Wife Of The Billionaire The girl who was never chosen
I stumbled forward, the world tilting beneath my feet—then a sharp tug, a cruel twist of fate.My foot caught.No, not on something—on someone.A jolt of pain surged through my hands and knees as I crashed to the cold, merciless floor. The impact rattled through my bones, sharp and unrelenting, but it was nothing compared to the familiar sting of humiliation.Laughter echoed around me—sharp, high, venomous.I didn’t need to lift my head to know who it was."Oh, my bad," Beatrice's voice rang out, feigning sweetness. "I didn’t see you coming."My fingers curled into fists against the icy tile, knuckles scraping. I forced myself to breathe—shallow, broken breaths that tasted like rage and shame. Every nerve in my body screamed, not just from the fall, but from the years—the years—of being brought low by her.The girl she loved to break."Mrs. Amato!"Aldo’s voice sliced through the fog in my head. He was at my side in an instant, his hands gentle but sure, already moving to help me up.B
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-27Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Echoes in her silence
Aldo’s voice pulled me from the void. “Mrs. Amato… can we go now?”His tone was gentle, careful—as if one wrong note might shatter me completely. But I couldn’t speak. My throat was a knot of grief, my thoughts too loud to form words. Slowly, I raised my hand in a faint, trembling wave. A silent answer.Aldo started the engine, the quiet hum filling the space between us. But just as the car began to roll forward, something made me turn.She was standing there.Beatrice.Leaning against the hospital wall like it was a stage built just for her.Her fingers lifted in a slow, mocking wave. Her smile—no, her smirk—wasn’t one of politeness or farewell. It was a promise. A silent vow that chilled me to the bone.“Let the torment begin.”I knew that look. I’d grown up under it. It was the same look she wore every time she shoved me down a flight of stairs and made it look like an accident. The same smirk she had when she burned holes into my dresses or whispered lies that got me punished.And
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-28Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Holy shit
Alessandro let out a sharp scoff, the sound laced with disbelief and bitter amusement. It wasn’t just a simple exhale of air—it carried years of anger, betrayal, and walls built too high for anyone to climb. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. It was the kind of laugh that wasn’t laughter at all, but rather a defense mechanism—one meant to push away the truth before it could cut too deep.He turned slightly, shaking his head as if the words Aldo had just spoken were nothing but nonsense. But the tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers dug into his palm, betrayed him."You really think she suffers more than I do?" Alessandro’s voice was low, strained. His scoff came again, this time quieter, almost like he was trying to convince himself that Aldo was wrong.But deep down, something twisted inside him. A part of him that had buried itself under years of resentment, of betrayal, of feeling like nothing he did was ever enough.And for the first time in a long ti
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-29Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Anger
"Hey, don’t look at me like that," Alessandro said, raising a brow as he met Antonia’s glare. A teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was something else in his gaze—something unreadable. "It’s disrespectful to look at your husband that way."Antonia let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. The sound was hollow, almost mocking."Husband?" she scoffed, her voice laced with resentment. "What do you even know about respect?"Alessandro’s expression darkened, the teasing glint in his eyes vanishing. His jaw tightened."What did you just say?" His voice dropped, steady but edged with something dangerous.Antonia’s eyes burned as she met his gaze head-on, the weight of everything she had been holding back finally breaking through."I said, what do you know about respect?" Her voice trembled, but she didn’t waver. "You treat me however you want. You push me around like I’m nothing—like I don’t matter. You act like I should be grateful for whatever scraps of kindness you d
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-29Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "Open up,"
Antonia lay on the cold floor, her body curled in on itself, trembling from both pain and fear. Her breath came in uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain control.Alessandro stood over her, his presence towering, his eyes dark and unreadable. He let out a slow exhale, tilting his head slightly as if amused by her words."And what made you think I would let you do that?" His voice was calm, almost eerily so, as he watched her struggle.Antonia’s fingers curled into weak fists against the ground, but she didn’t dare look up at him."Who’s going to pay for the damages and costs, huh?" he continued, his tone laced with something cruel. "I already lost to your stepfather. The least I could do is keep one of his children for myself… right?"Her stomach twisted at his words.Her entire life had been a game of control—first with her family, now with him. She had hoped, even if only slightly, that there was a shred of decency left in him. But this? This confirmed eve
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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Ashes of the First Daughter
The rain fell in a steady rhythm over the Cortez estate that night. Soft, mournful, like the sky itself was grieving something lost long ago.Beatrice sat alone in her old bedroom, the one untouched by time. The satin walls were still lavender, her mother’s favorite color. Her childhood desk stood beneath the window, the corner chipped from the day she flung a silver picture frame across it. She could still remember the sound it made when it shattered—the day her world cracked apart with it.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts, but she didn’t answer. The servant left a tray outside anyway.She stayed seated, her fingers gripping the edges of a photo album she hadn’t opened in years. Dust clung to its spine like it was afraid to let go.With trembling hands, she flipped it open.Her mother’s face stared back at her.Lucia Marín.Warm brown eyes, full of mischief and light. A smile that reached into the bones. Beatrice’s breath caught.She remembered the sound of her mother
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shadows Beneath the Sun
The laughter of the twins still echoed through the banyan trees, harmonizing with the chirps of cicadas and the rhythmic crashing of waves nearby. Alessandro and Antonia lay side by side on the blanket, their sons nestled between them, the sun dipping lower into the horizon.For a moment, the world felt whole.But not far from the path, just behind a curtain of wild hibiscus and thick foliage, a figure stood watching. Unmoving. Eyes narrowed through the lenses of small binoculars, focused on the family with calculated interest.The man tapped a discreet earpiece and whispered, “They’re here. All of them. Together under the banyan tree.”There was a static pause, then a smooth voice replied on the other end. Calm, cool, almost indifferent.“Good. Just keep watching.”The man shifted slightly behind the bushes, the leaves rustling faintly under his boot. “They’re vulnerable now, Federico. There’s no security around. It’s the perfect time.”A sharp intake of breath came from the other en
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Beneath the Banyan tree
The park stretched across the island like a secret meadow untouched by the outside world. Wildflowers danced in the gentle breeze, and sunlight poured through the swaying palms like melted gold. For the first time in a long time, Antonia felt something close to peace.Matteo and Antonio ran a few steps ahead, their laughter ringing like chimes through the warm air. Matteo, ever the more cautious one, stayed near the cobblestone path while Antonio chased a butterfly into the grass, his curly dark hair bouncing as he moved.“Antonio, not too far!” Antonia called gently, adjusting the brim of her straw hat.“I wanna catch it, Mama!” Antonio shouted, a grin stretched across his small face. “It’s blue like your dress!”Antonia glanced down at her dress, laughing softly. “Is it?”“I’m faster than the butterfly!” Antonio declared, arms outstretched as he stumbled, then righted himself.Alessandro chuckled beside her, hands in his pockets, watching their sons with something close to reverence
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire A visit to Nonno
The sky was awash with a tender orange glow as the morning sun crept across the island, casting golden beams over the villa's whitewashed walls. Birds chirped like a lullaby in the distance, and the air smelled faintly of salt and hibiscus. It was the kind of morning that made everything feel gentle.In the heart of the villa, Antonia crouched beside a small suitcase, carefully folding Matteo’s favorite stuffed lion and Antonio’s striped beach towel into a small tote bag. She glanced at the boys, who were busy putting on their tiny sneakers—Antonio struggling with his left foot and Matteo pretending his sock was a puppet.“Do you think Nonno is going to be awake today?” Antonio asked as he leaned on the wall for balance.Antonia smiled softly. “Yes, baby. He’s feeling much better. We’re just going to visit and bring him some breakfast, okay?”Matteo popped up. “Can I give him my drawing? The one with the sun and the big house?”“You can give him anything you want,” Alessandro chimed i
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Uncle Federico's Arrival
The sun draped itself across the island like a golden shawl, lazily spilling into the villa's open windows. The sound of the ocean, distant and rhythmic, blended with the quiet laughter of two small boys chasing each other barefoot through the sand-covered patio.Antonia was in the kitchen, slicing mangoes and humming softly, while Alessandro stood at the open French doors, sipping from a glass of water and watching his sons with quiet affection. For a man who once lived for boardrooms and deadlines, these slow island mornings had become his sanctuary.Then came the sound of tires crunching over gravel.Alessandro squinted toward the front gate, his brow lifting. “We weren’t expecting anyone, were we?”Antonia shook her head, wiping her hands. “No… unless—”Before she could finish, a familiar voice rang through the stillness.“Don’t tell me my nephews have already forgotten their favorite uncle!”The twins’ heads snapped up. Matteo gasped. Antonio shrieked with joy.“UNCLE FEDERICO!!!
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The clock read past midnight, but neither Antonia nor Alessandro could sleep.They lay side by side, their breaths slow, the silence between them no longer sharp-edged with pain, but padded by the kind of exhaustion that only comes from speaking the truth aloud.Antonia turned slightly, her gaze drifting over to Alessandro’s profile—his brow relaxed now, his lips parted softly in the stillness of the room. Yet she knew his mind wasn’t resting. It never did. Not since Lucas.She reached out and lightly touched his forearm. “Are you awake?”He opened his eyes immediately. “Always, when it’s you.”There was no teasing in his voice—just an earnestness that made her heart ache.“I didn’t mean to spring that on you earlier,” she whispered. “About work. I know it must have felt sudden.”Alessandro turned onto his side to face her. His hand found hers beneath the covers, his fingers brushing against hers like he was scared he might lose her again.“No,” he said. “You were right to say it. I j
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Unspoken Scares
The house had quieted.The twins were finally asleep, curled in opposite corners of the big bed they refused to leave tonight. Alessandro had tucked them in with exaggerated kisses and soft lullabies, while Antonia watched from the doorway—silently, always silently.Now the only sound came from the occasional rustle of the wind brushing against the window panes, and the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.Alessandro stepped into the bedroom they once shared with arms full of folded blankets. He paused in the doorway, seeing Antonia already seated on the bed, her back to him, her shoulders hunched slightly as though the weight of the day was only just catching up with her.He moved quietly, setting the blankets aside, and walked over to her. “Need anything?” he asked softly, unsure if the question was too much or not enough.She shook her head. “Just… a moment,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.He didn’t press. Instead, he sat beside her, close but not touching. The silence
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Cradles of Ghosts
The living room glowed with warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. Balloons floated near the ceiling, and a banner that read “Happy 1st Birthday Matteo & Antonio” hung across the mantle in cheerful colors. Laughter filled the air, rich with love, tinged with the unspoken.“Happy birthday to you,” sang Roosevelt in a melodic voice, her hands clapping in rhythm as her smile stretched wide and genuine.“Happy birthday to you,” Aldo joined in, chuckling as he nudged Federico, who reluctantly joined, holding a party hat askew on his head.Antonia’s voice wavered, but she smiled, singing softly as she carried little Antonio in her arms. The child giggled and tugged at her earrings with chubby fingers.Alessandro, standing beside her, held Matteo with gentle ease. His eyes were locked on Antonia more than the cake, as if searching for the faintest shift in her expression. Her smile was beautiful—poised and photogenic—but he could see the cracks. She always wore it like
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Whisper in the Dark
“Alessandro…” Federico’s voice was firm, but gentle, his hand pressing against his Senior brother’s back with brotherly urgency. “Everything is going to be okay. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but you have to believe me.”Alessandro stood still, his eyes red-rimmed, his jaw tight. The sterile hospital hallway was cold and humming with soft machinery sounds, but nothing compared to the storm raging inside him.“You guys have to fight this,” Federico continued, stepping around to face him. “No matter what it takes. For your sons. At least for them.”Alessandro blinked back the welling tears, his throat tight as he thought of Matteo and Antonio—how small their hands were in his. And Lucas… his tiny son that was dead, wires and machines that was breathing for him. He hadn't even had the chance to hold his third son properly. Just a glimpse, and a name—Lucas. Antonia’s trembling lips had whispered it just before the nurses had wheeled her away.“You have to be by Antonia’s side no mat
