All Chapters of Married to a heartless billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

It was 3 a.m. when Simon arrived at the hospital. He parked in the garage, carried Aurora in a bridal style, and made his way to the elevator that would take them up to the presidential suite. The guard on duty bowed as he opened the door. Inside, the room was quiet except for the soft hum of Damien’s life support machine. Damien was asleep, Camila was lying on one couch, and Mason on the other. Simon sighed, noticing the room was full, and decided to lay Aurora beside his boss, knowing the large bed could accommodate them both.After gently placing Aurora on the bed, Simon quietly left the room and went back to sleep in the car, as he hadn’t had proper rest since his boss’s accident.At 5:45 a.m., Simon yawned, opened the car door, and returned to check on his boss. Entering the room, he saw everyone gathered, staring at the still sleeping Aurora.Damien was awake, sitting up and staring at her as well.“When did she arrive?” Camila whispered.“I brought her in at three this morning.

It was 9 a.m. when Damien Vladimir’s private jet landed at New York Airport. Several cars were waiting to pick them up. Mason had to leave home since he’d been away for a while. Damien asked Camila to head back home, leaving him alone with Aurora and Simon. The black SUV driving to Damien’s mansion was silent. Aurora watched the trees pass by one after another as they drove into the estate where Damien’s mansion was located. She couldn’t believe she was back in the reality she had planned so well to escape from. She sat at a distance from Damien, trying her best not to look at him and focusing instead on the scenery. “After you drop us, take the week off. I’ll handle the rest,” Damien said, causing Simon to frown. “But—” “No objections,” Damien’s voice was steady and cold as usual. Aurora still didn’t look at either Simon or Damien. The beautiful gates of the mansion opened as Simon drove in. He pulled into the garage and turned off the engine. Butler Thomas and the other staf

Inside the wet, dark cell room, two men sat far from each other. They didn’t know how many hours they had been there, but it felt like an eternity.“I told you we should leave, but you relied on that bastard who can’t even outdo his brother. Now look where we are,” one of the men said, causing the other to sigh. At that moment, they heard the rumbling sound of chains, and the door opened.The light turned on, and they immediately shut their eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.They could hear footsteps—more than one person or even two.As they tried to open their eyes, they saw Damien in a wheelchair with three bodyguards.Damien’s cold gaze stared daggers at the two men, who immediately bowed their heads.“Tie them down,” he said quietly. Two guards stepped forward, raised the men, and sat them in iron chairs, binding them with chains.“Daniel asked you to kill me, but you didn’t do a good job. Why?” he asked. Both men frowned and then scoffed.“We don’t know what you—”O

Aurora gasped. She didn’t know what was going on, but one thing was certain—it wasn’t good.She saw two men dragging the unconscious taxi driver to the side of the bush. At that moment, she immediately grabbed her phone to call Damien. The moment her phone began to ring, one of the men opened the car door and dragged her out.Damien was in his study, redesigning the company Daniel had tried to sabotage. His vice president had returned, and they were on a conference call when his phone rang. It was Aurora.He frowned. He knew he was the last person Aurora would call, but he answered anyway.“Speak,” he said, only to hear Aurora’s desperate plea.“Please, don’t hurt me! I’m pregnant!” Her terrified voice broke through the line before the call abruptly ended.“Hello?” Damien frowned, calling the number back, but it was switched off.Immediately, Damien called Camila.“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”“Where’s my wife?” Damien’s cold voice cut through, making Camila frown.“I sent her home already.”

The morning sun rose high, casting its bright, golden rays across the room, illuminating Aurora’s serene face. Her soft, dark hair framed her delicate features, tucked neatly behind her ears. Her skin, smooth and glowing like polished peach, reflected the sun’s warmth as if nature itself admired her beauty. Aurora moaned softly, her body stirring under the silk sheets, the corners of her lips twitching into a relaxed expression.But something was off.The scent in the air was unfamiliar—sharp and distinctly masculine. It wasn’t the gentle lavender aroma she was accustomed to waking up to. Her brows furrowed as she turned on the bed, pulling the blanket closer. Slowly, her heavy eyelids fluttered open, revealing the room’s dark, unfamiliar surroundings.She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding as she scanned her surroundings. This wasn’t her room. The walls were a dull gray, with heavy, dark curtains that muffled the sunlight’s entrance. The air was cold and almost suffocating. Everythi