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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "The price of silence"
"Alessandro!!!"A voice rang out through the sea of flashing lights, sharp and demanding, slicing through the moment like a blade.Suddenly, everything felt different.The lights above us flickered, casting strange shadows on the polished floor, and a voice from the background broke through the noise, unmistakable and filled with a familiar resonance."Alessandro, it’s been a while."A woman emerged from the crowd, her gown shimmering under the lights, hugging her body like liquid silver. Every step she took seemed choreographed, as if she was born to move with such grace. Her long, jet-black hair flowed down her back, framing a face that could have been sculpted from marble—perfect in every sense. And then, she smiled.Without warning, she reached for Alessandro, wrapping him in an embrace so familiar, so intimate, that the crowd seemed to exhale in unison. Alessandro’s eyes widened for the briefest moment, caught off guard, before he masked it with the cold indifference that had beco
Last Updated : 2025-03-22Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "Shattered silence"
I could feel it—the weight of every gaze in the room shifting, the pressure in the air thickening as Alessandro closed the distance between us. It was as if the entire world had stopped moving, waiting for this very moment."Just close your eyes," Alessandro whispered, his voice low, almost too quiet for anyone else to hear. His gaze locked onto mine, and the intensity in his eyes made everything else fade away.Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me in, his lips crashing against mine in a deep, relentless kiss. My heart pounded so wildly, it felt as if it might burst from my chest. The lights flashed around us, a flurry of flashes capturing every second of our kiss, every stolen moment. The paparazzi didn’t hold back—they wanted it all.Murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave."Did he just do what I think he’s doing?""Not Francisco? This is pure torture for her.""I’m definitely posting this. My followers will lose it!"The whispers rose, but I f
Last Updated : 2025-03-23Secret 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Homecoming secret
The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the sprawling Amato estate as the sleek black car pulled through the wrought-iron gates.The villa stood proudly at the top of the hill, its stone façade warm under the Italian sun, red and white flowers climbing up the pillars like a living welcome.Antonia leaned forward slightly in her seat, her heart swelling with a mixture of nerves and excitement.Home.After so long, they were finally home.As they rounded the circular driveway, a tall figure stepped out from the front steps.Federico.He was dressed impeccably, his dark hair slicked back neatly, a charming smile stretched across his face.Balloons and colorful banners flapped gently in the breeze, strung across the entrance that read: "Welcome Home!"The twins, Matteo and Antonio, squealed with excitement as the car came to a stop.Before Alessandro or Antonia could even undo their seatbelts, the twins flung the doors open and raced toward Federico."Uncle Federico!
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire The road to new beginning
The soft rumble of the Black SUV’s engine echoed in the quiet of the island morning.The air was crisp, filled with the briny scent of the sea and the faint sweetness of tropical flowers.Suitcases were already loaded into the back of the vehicle, and the twins were bouncing on their feet with restless excitement.Roosevelt wiped her eyes discreetly with the edge of her apron, standing beside her two daughters who clutched each other’s hands tightly.Goodbyes never got easier — not with people who had become part of the island’s heart and soul.Antonia crouched down, embracing Roosevelt warmly, her own throat tightening."Thank you," Antonia whispered. "For everything."Roosevelt gave a watery smile and brushed a strand of Antonia’s hair behind her ear, the way a mother might."Take care of yourself, dear. And those beautiful boys," she said, her voice thick with emotion."You’re family to us. Always."The twins ran to hug Roosevelt’s daughters, who knelt down to kiss the boys’ cheeks
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire A bittersweet goodbye
The hospital smelled of disinfectant and something faintly metallic.It wasn’t a place Antonia enjoyed visiting, but today, as she walked hand-in-hand with Alessandro and their two sons — Matteo and Antonio — she felt a complicated knot of emotions tighten in her chest.The boys chattered excitedly between them, their matching dark curls bouncing as they tugged Alessandro forward.Their small shoes squeaked against the polished floor, breaking the sterile silence of the hallway.Alessandro glanced down at his sons and then at Antonia, offering a small smile of encouragement.She squeezed his hand tightly, grateful for his presence.At the end of the hall, Antonia’s father’s room came into view.He was sitting up in bed, propped against white pillows, a faded but genuine smile lighting his weathered face the moment he saw them."My girl," he rasped, his voice roughened by both time and illness."And my grandsons.""Daddy," Antonia said softly, leading the boys inside as they raced to t
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Warning in the winds
The study was dimly lit, the rich scent of aged leather and parchment filling the room.The heavy rain outside drummed softly against the windows, a slow, rhythmic sound that usually soothed Alessandro.But tonight, it only seemed to thicken the air between him and Aldo.Aldo stood stiffly by the wide oak desk, his hands folded behind his back, tension carved deep into his features."I know I may sound like a fool," Aldo began, his voice low, almost hesitant, "but I've been hearing things. Whispers from the staff, subtle signs..."He hesitated, then forced himself to continue. "Federico has been meeting with some of the board members. In secret. Away from you."Alessandro, seated behind the massive desk, froze for a heartbeat.Then he lifted his head slowly, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp anger."Aldo," he said, his voice clipped, "choose your next words very carefully."Aldo swallowed, steadying himself against the weight of Alessandro's glare."I’m only telling you what
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shattered of broken bloodlines
The office was empty when Federico slipped inside.The walls, painted a cool shade of ivory, seemed to mock him with their sterile perfection.At the center of the room, gleaming under the soft light, was a grand oak desk — Alessandro’s desk.On it, a simple yet proud name tag sat:CEO — Amato Alessandro.Federico moved closer, his polished shoes silent against the marble floor.He stared at the nameplate for a long moment, his lips curling into a bitter smile.With a slow, deliberate movement, he turned the nameplate over, hiding the name beneath the polished brass back."Not for long," he whispered, his voice low, sharp as broken glass.Without invitation, he slid into Alessandro’s chair, leaning back, his fingers tracing the edges of the desk as if claiming it already.The room blurred around him.A memory, unbidden and unwanted, clawed its way to the surface of his mind.He was eight years old again, standing in the dim hallway of a cramped, rundown apartment.The thin walls did n
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
