All Chapters of Married to a heartless billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aurora’s gasp echoed through the dimly lit room. Her breath caught as her gaze fell upon Audrey, slumped in the corner. The man who once radiated confidence and pride now appeared as a shadow of his former self. His clothes hung loosely on his gaunt frame, his skin pale and sickly. Trembling hands gripped the edge of a worn chair, and his hollow eyes flickered with a mixture of desperation and defeat. “Aurora…” Audrey rasped, his voice cracked and barely audible. He squinted under the harsh glare of the overhead light, his frail gaze locking onto her. “Why are you here?” Aurora stepped forward hesitantly, her heart constricting at the sight of him. Memories surged to the forefront of her mind—some tender, others stained with the bitterness of betrayal. “Audrey… what happened to you?” she whispered, her voice trembling under the weight of her pity and confusion. Behind her, Damien stood silently, his imposing presence casting a long shadow across the room. His piercing hazel eyes

The weather was bitterly cold, and the two men huddled in opposite corners of the damp, dimly lit cell. Their breath rose in faint, visible puffs as they shivered uncontrollably. The air smelled of mildew and despair.“I told you it was a bad idea to accept Daniel’s offer,” one of the men muttered, his voice trembling. “He won’t lift a finger to save us. Look at where we are, trapped in this godforsaken hole. Thanksgiving has passed, and instead of being with my family, I’m stuck here. And I know—I know—this place is the last thing I’ll see before Damien gets rid of us.”The other man didn’t respond, his eyes darting nervously toward the heavy iron door. The faint sound of chains rattling grew louder until it stopped abruptly.The door creaked open, and a tall, commanding figure stepped inside. The dim light flickered as Damien entered, his sharp features casting dark shadows across the walls. His coat swayed slightly with his steps, and his cold, calculating eyes surveyed the room.T

Aurora woke to the beeping of machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself in a hospital room. The soft hum of a heater filled the space, muffling the sounds of footsteps in the hallway.“Madam, thank God,” Stella said, rushing to her side. “You’re awake.”Aurora struggled to sit up, her hand instinctively moving to her abdomen. “My baby…”The maid hesitated, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.Before she could respond, the door opened, and Damien strode in. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his worry. He dismissed Stella with a curt nod, and she scurried out.Damien sat beside Aurora, his piercing gaze meeting hers. “You’re safe,” he said, his voice softer than usual.Aurora’s eyes filled with tears. “What about the baby?”Damien hesitated, his jaw tightening. “The doctors managed to save the pregnancy, but they said you need to rest. Stress isn’t an option anymore.”Aurora covered her face,

The room was cold and quiet. Sara watched as Audrey tried to eat his meal before taking his pills, still recovering from Damien’s torture.“You went to her like a fool. It makes me doubt the fact that you said you love me. Didn’t you see how she acted like we were never best friends? And yet you—”“I wanted to apologize for betraying her, Sara. She didn’t deserve—”“And now look at you. What did you get in return?” Sara asked, causing Audrey to sigh.“Who knows how she used her orphan status to attract Mr. Vladimir? I’m very sure she’s not his type,” Sara said with disgust, and Audrey nodded in agreement.“Since she let him treat me this way, I know some of her secrets. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Audrey looked at Sara, who scoffed.“I’m sure her rich husband would want to save his reputation,” she said, and Audrey nodded.“Let’s make some money, Aurora Gibson,” he said with a scoff.At the Mason mansion, Mrs. Mason’s hands trembled with anger. The elegant and beautiful young

The weather grew colder as the festive season approached. Naomi watched Mason type on his laptop, looking serious and focused. A bright smile spread across her face as she stood silently, admiring him.“You look handsome when you’re working,” she said, prompting Mason to raise his head.“Thanks, babe. What are you doing?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.“Watching you,” she replied, setting down the cup of hot coffee she had brought for him. “Staring at the man my sons will resemble someday—the man they’ll thank me for choosing as their father.”Mason smiled, raising her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on it.“I love you,” he whispered, making Naomi blush before she sat on his lap.“I love you, Mason,” she whispered back, her hazel eyes locking with his. Her polished fingers started to unbutton his shirt slowly.Naomi leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Mason’s face. Gently, his slim fingers slid into her shirt, touching her warm skin. She smiled at the sens