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35: A Father’s Rage, A Husband’s Regret
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Married To The Billionaire I Hate 36: Nothing More, Nothing Less
Emily's POV.The hospital room still felt heavy after my father’s departure. The sharp words, the accusations, the raw anger…it all remained in the air, but Cole stood there as if none of it had affected him. As if he wasn’t just brutally confronted by Richard Hart, a man who could crush him with a single decision.I waited for him to leave, to snap, to throw his own anger back at me. But instead, he walked towards me, rolling up his sleeves. His eyes swept over me, analyzing every bruise, every scratch Vanessa had left on my body. Then, without saying a word, he adjusted my pillows, carefully lifting my arm so I wouldn’t feel any strain.“You should rest,” he said.I scoffed. “You’re acting like I’m dying.”“You look like hell,” he muttered, pulling the thin hospital blanket higher over my legs.I frowned, staring at him. There was no mockery in his tone, no arrogance, no frustration. Just... something else. Something softer. I should’ve hated it. But for some reason, I didn’t.The D
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Married To The Billionaire I Hate 37: A Temptation Neither Of Us Can Ignore
Cole’s POVI was at the hospital before Emily even woke up. I had barely slept, but that wasn’t important. The moment the doctors gave me the final clearance, I signed the discharge papers myself. It wasn’t like she needed my permission to leave, but I didn’t trust anyone else to handle it.When I walked into her hospital room, she was still asleep, her face turned away from the door. Even with the bruises marking her skin, she looked untouchable…like she was still holding her ground, even in her sleep."She’ll be ready to go in an hour," the nurse told me in a hushed voice.I nodded. "I’ll take care of it."The nurse left, and I stood there for a moment, watching her. She looked peaceful in a way I rarely saw…without that guarded edge she always had when she was awake. A lock of her dark hair had fallen over her cheek, and I had the sudden urge to brush it away, but before I could move, she stirred.Her lashes fluttered slightly before her eyes snapped open, sharp and aware.I expect
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Married To The Billionaire I Hate 38: Ruin Me, Love Me Not (Mature)
Emily’s POV I stood there, my fingers clenched at my sides, my breath coming a little too fast. Cole sat up in bed, shirtless, his muscles tense, his sharp eyes locked on mine. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the sheets, but he didn’t say anything. Just watched me, like he was trying to figure out if I was serious. I was. I didn’t back down. His silence pissed me off. I took a step inside, my arms crossed. “Did you not hear me?” His throat bobbed slightly. “I heard you.” “Then why aren’t you moving?” Cole exhaled, rubbing his fingers against his temple like I was giving him a headache. “You’re still recovering, Emily.” I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say I wanted to fight you, Cole. I said I wanted you to fuck me.” His lips twitched like he wanted to smirk, but he didn’t. His expression stayed firm, controlled. Like he was fighting something inside himself. I didn’t have the patience for this. I walked forward and grabbed his wrist, yanking at him. “Get up.”
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Married To The Billionaire I Hate 39: No Strings, Just Heat (Mature)
Emily's POV. For the next few days, it was just sex. Nothing else. Nothing more. Cole tried to bring up his feelings once or twice, but I shut that down immediately. Every time he so much as hinted at wanting something deeper, I’d tilt my head, flash a smirk, and remind him what this was. “No strings attached, Cole,” I’d say, voice smooth and final. “Just sex. That’s what you agreed to.” And he never argued. Not really. He’d clench his jaw, exhale like he wanted to say something, but then I’d kiss him, drag him into another round, and just like that, the conversation would be over before it even started. The man was strong, powerful, respected by everyone around him. But with me? He was mine to ruin, mine to take, mine to use whenever I wanted. And I took full advantage of that. We couldn’t go a day without fucking. My room, his room, the dining table, the kitchen counter, the hallway, the stairs—everywhere, as long as the servants weren’t around. It was reckless. Addictive
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Married To The Billionaire I Hate 40: Losing His Mind Over Her
Cole’s POVThe sex was perfect. Too perfect.Emily lay beside me, her body barely covered by the sheets, scrolling through her phone like she hadn’t just rocked my entire existence. I watched her, my chest rising and falling, still trying to catch my breath. My skin was slick with sweat, my muscles aching in that good way, but none of it mattered. Because she was already somewhere else…mentally gone, detached, as if the last hour had been nothing more than a casual workout session.I reached out, running my fingers down her bare spine, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch. “Stay.” My voice was low, rough, almost desperate, though I’d rather die than admit that.Emily sighed, tossing her phone onto the nightstand before turning her head to look at me. Her dark eyes were unreadable, her lips slightly swollen from my kisses. “I have things to do,” she said, stretching like a satisfied cat before sitting up.I clenched my jaw, watching as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Married To The Billionaire I Hate 41: Highschool Reunion (I)
Cole's POV.The email arrived on a Monday morning.I barely glanced at it before moving on to things that actually mattered…deals to close, calls to make, meetings to attend. It wasn’t until later that night, when Emily was curled up on the couch beside me, scrolling through her phone, that I reopened it.Class of 2014 – 10-Year Reunion Join us for an unforgettable evening of nostalgia, laughter, and reconnecting! Bring your spouse or significant other.I scoffed. Nostalgia? That was one way to put it.For most of them, high school had been the best years of their lives. For me, it had been a war zone. I was the quiet kid, the easy target. The one they could push around just because they could. The one who kept his head down and endured the sneers, the pranks, the shoves in the hallway.But they wouldn’t recognize that version of me now.After graduation, I disappeared for a year. Spent those months in the gym, learning how to fight, how to carry myself differently. When I entered un
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Married To The Billionaire I Hate 42: Highschool Reunion (II)
Emily’s POVThe silence at the table stretched. Dylan was still gripping his glass, jaw tight, his face frozen in an expression that screamed wounded pride. His wife, clearly uncomfortable, sat stiffly beside him, eyes darting between us.I took another sip of my wine, unbothered. If he wanted to dish it out, he should’ve been prepared to take it.One of the guys…Trevor, I think…laughed under his breath. "Damn, Dylan, you gonna let her talk to you like that?"Dylan didn’t respond. His fingers flexed around his glass like he wanted to crush it.I tilted my head, watching him. "What’s wrong?" I asked, voice smooth. "Not as fun when you're the one on the receiving end?"The others chuckled, some exchanging looks, some shifting uncomfortably. No one stepped in. No one defended him. Not even his wife.Cole sat beside me, silent but sharp, like a knife ready to be unsheathed. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said anything, but his presence alone made Dylan uneasy."Careful," Dylan finally said, voic
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Married To The Billionaire I Hate 43: Untouchable
Cole’s POVDaniel drove in silence. The only sound was the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal as we moved through the city streets. I sat back, one hand resting against my thigh, the other still curled into a fist, my knuckles throbbing from the fight. The scent of wine and expensive perfume clung to the air around us, mixing with the faintest trace of blood on my skin.Emily sat beside me, legs crossed, one arm spread lazily over the seat. She hadn’t said a word since we left, hadn’t turned to look at me, hadn’t even acknowledged what had just happened back there. It was like she had already moved on, like the whole damn thing had been nothing more than a mildly entertaining event to her.And that was what got to me.Most women would’ve been screaming, yanking at my arm, begging me to stop. Hell, some would’ve stormed off, called me reckless, called me insane. But Emily? She had sat there, sipping her wine, watching me beat the hell out of Dylan like she was enjoying
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02
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Married To The Billionaire I Hate 131: The Dance That Stopped Time
Smith’s POVThe Hart Enterprise 50th Anniversary Gala was perfect.Every inch of the ballroom screamed success. The walls, lined with art and gold accents, reflected the soft shimmer of crystal chandeliers. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume and fresh flowers, the latter arranged in massive, white-topped vases at every corner. I surveyed it all…took it in from the balcony before stepping down to join the crowd below.It was a night that I had meticulously planned. Years of hard work, of seeing opportunities and risks like no one else, and now, it all led here. Every seat in the room was occupied. Every person invited was a mover, a shaker, an influencer. The type of people who understood what it meant to be at the top.I adjusted the cuffs of my black tuxedo…custom-made, obviously. Not a thread out of place. My watch gleamed under the soft lighting as I looked out at the sea of faces below. The night was unfolding as I had imagined. Every detail was perfect. Every piece in p
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 130: The Seduction Strategy
Stevie-Lou’s POVThree days.It had been three days since we lowered my father into the ground.Three days since I stood beside his casket, dressed in black, staring down at the man who raised me…silent and still beneath a polished wooden lid. Three days of hearing strangers murmur things like “He was a good man” and “So sorry for your loss,” as if their condolences could glue together the splintered mess inside my chest.They couldn’t. Nothing could.The grief was a living thing. It clung to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, curling around my lungs every time I tried to breathe. I sat curled up on the sagging couch in my apartment, wrapped in my father’s old flannel shirt, my knees tucked under me like a scared little girl. A single candle burned on the coffee table. Sandalwood…his favorite scent. The flame danced, throwing shadows against the walls, soft and flickering. It was the only light I could stand. The overhead bulbs were too harsh, too alive.Jeremy, my boyfrien
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 129: The Cost Of Detachment
Smith's POV.I leaned back in my chair slowly, the leather squeaking. I didn’t speak. Just stared at James.His hands were twitchy. Fidgety. Like he didn’t know what to do with them."Is that all?" I finally asked.He blinked. Like he expected me to say something else. Anything else."Yes, sir. I just thought... you should know."I scoffed. "Why?"He flinched. "Well, he worked here since before you were born.""Exactly," I said, cutting him off. "Which means he had years to prepare. Retirement fund. Family. Friends. A damn GoFundMe if he wanted."James didn’t speak."You think it was my job to save him?" I asked, eyes narrowing.He shook his head quickly. "No, sir. Of course not.""Good. Because it wasn’t. This isn’t a charity."The silence in the room tightened. James looked at the floor."He was desperate," he mumbled.I stood up slowly. Walked around the desk until I was a few steps from him."Let me ask you something, James. If I give 1.3 million to a dying man with a bad heart, h
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 128: Deadlines And Dead Men
Smith POV.I was 27. Young. Cold. Successful. Ruthless.CEO of the Hart Enterprise.People feared me. And that was fine. Fear keeps people in check. I didn’t have time for emotions or second chances. Not in this world. Not in business. One mistake could bring it all crashing down.I sat behind my office desk…black, clean…just like everything else in my life. The skyline of New York stood outside my glass window. Everyone out there had a dream. I was already living mine. But it didn’t come easy.I wasn’t even supposed to be here. I wasn’t meant to exist.My father, Richard Hart, never wanted me. He wasn’t married when he met my mother, Lena. His first wife…Emily’s mother…had already left him. Walked away. No cheating involved. That chapter had ended.Eight years later, he met my mother. It was just a one-night stand. Nothing more. A stupid decision. When she found out she was pregnant and told him, he turned into a monster.He tortured her. Pressured her. Told her to get rid of me.But
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 127: Part 2
Married To The Billionaire I Hate Part 2Synopsis:Stevie-Lou Parker’s world shattered the day her father, a loyal employee of Smith Hart, died after being denied a loan for his treatment. Smith Hart, the ruthless billionaire, refused to help, and her father paid the price. Consumed with rage, Stevie-Lou swore revenge on the man who caused her family’s downfall.To get close to him, Stevie-Lou went undercover, hiding her true identity. She lied about her name and used a disguise so Smith would never suspect she was the daughter of the man whose death he had caused. Using her beauty and talent as a skilled dancer, Stevie-Lou captivated Smith with a performance that left him wanting more. He fell in love, believing she was just another woman to add to his collection.But for Stevie-Lou, this was never about love…it was about revenge. She married him, planning to strip him of everything he held dear: his wealth, his power, his empire. What Smith didn’t know was that Stevie-Lou wasn’t alo
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 126: Epilogue
Emily's POV.Six years later.I couldn't believe how much everything had changedm..and how much I had changed. I used to be a woman who could take on anything with a smile, fighting tooth and nail for what I wanted, getting my way, keeping my guard up. Now, I was a wife, a mother to two wild kids who were way too much like me for comfort, and I was somehow still trying to find the balance. Cole and I had two little monsters. I meant that in the most loving way, of course. A five-year-old girl who thought she knew everything, and a three-year-old boy who was already calm enough to be mistaken for a mini version of his father.I looked over at Mia, our daughter, as she flipped through her book on the couch, muttering to herself. “Mom, you know you can’t just say things like that. The truth is like…” She paused, squinting up at me, “...it’s like a key. It opens doors. And if you don’t have the key, well, you’re locked out. Simple logic. Honestly.”I blinked, my fork halfway to my mouth
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 125: The Endgame
Emily's POV.I could feel the tightness in my chest as I walked into the hospital room. The usual weird smell of the hospital hit me instantly, but it didn’t matter. My feet were heavy, like each step took more out of me than it should. I didn’t know what I expected walking in here, but seeing him like this…injured, bruised, bandaged…was almost too much.Cole was sitting upright in the bed, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he adjusted the position of the IV that was attached to his arm. His face, though familiar, looked a little different. His skin was pale, almost sickly, and his hair was messy, falling loosely across his forehead. His eyes…those eyes that could melt anyone with a single glance…were narrowed at the screen in front of him. His left hand was holding a small tablet, and I saw the footage of the trial. It was the video of what happened in court …Vanessa, shackled, dragged in like she was nothing. I saw the shot of her standing in the courtroom, struggling to keep
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 124: Five Life Sentences
Vanessa's POV.They brought me in through the back. Shackled. Dressed in orange. I could feel every damn eye in that courtroom the moment the doors opened.Phones were out. Cameras. People whispering. Judging. Hating.I used to walk through halls with power in my step, people hanging onto my words, afraid to cross me. Now, the guards shoved me forward like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t the Vanessa Monroe.The courtroom was colder than I remembered. The lights too bright. Too many people. Too many eyes. My throat was dry, and not a soul here gave a damn.The judge didn’t look up as I was led to the defendant’s table. He was flipping through a file…my file…thicker than a Bible.I sat. Hands cuffed. Ankles chained. Heart racing. Face burning.And then I saw her.Emily.Sitting there in the front row like she owned the damn place. Like she wasn’t two months pregnant with the child I tried to erase along with her.Her head was high. Shoulders back. Lips painted blood red. Her arms crossed l
Married To The Billionaire I Hate 123: A Good Sign
Emily's POV.Hours passed. Again.The ICU lights didn’t dim. Nurses kept coming in and out. Adjusting tubes. Checking monitors. Writing things down without saying a word to me. One of them offered me a blanket. Another brought me water I didn’t touch. I couldn’t drink. Couldn’t eat. My stomach was twisted into a hundred knots.Cole hadn’t moved.Not even a twitch.I kept waiting for something. A flick of his fingers. A twitch of an eyelid. A miracle.But the machines kept beeping the same way. Monotonous. Cold. Consistent.My fingers stayed laced with his. Even though he couldn’t squeeze back.The door creaked open again.Footsteps. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Just... steady.I turned, and there she was.Lena.Smith's mom.She looked like she’d driven straight from hell to get here. Hair in a bun that had long since given up. Dark circles under her eyes. Clothes wrinkled, boots dusty. Her eyes locked on me, then flicked to Cole. Her jaw clenched."Is he…?" she didn’t finish the question
