All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mia felt her chest tighten the moment she caught the vulnerability in Angelo’s gaze. He wasn’t his usual self—lighthearted and teasing. Instead, something heavy lingered in his eyes.“Maybe we can watch a movie or two?" he proposed, attempting to appear cheerful.She nodded, forcing a small smile. "Alright."They sat together on the couch, with a blanket covering their legs. Angelo had ordered pizza, yet his slice remained uneaten on the table. His thoughts appeared distant, caught up in a reality he wasn't prepared to share. After a while, Mia observed the small shaking in his hands. She paused for a moment, then leaned in closer. “Angelo,” she spoke gently, her worry clear, “You’re shivering… are you feeling okay?”He glanced at her, his expression clearly neutral. “I’m fine… it’s nothing to worry about,” he replied, but the sound of his voice betrayed him— it was weak, his posture too stiff. Mia placed the back of her hand against his forehead. It was warm—too warm to ignore.“Yo

“Mia, get up and do something—at least try some clothes on, for heaven’s sake! You’re a mess.” Samantha came out from her room with both hands on her hips. “There’s so much to do, and there’s barely enough time to finish your makeover!” Mia lay sprawled across the couch, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. She didn’t even have the energy to think about what to wear. Despite it feeling like a once-in-a-lifetime experience for her, she had a feeling she might look out of place. She stretched out, throwing an arm over her eyes. “You worry too much, Sam. I’ll probably just sit in a corner all night.” Samantha immediately stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a spatula from the counter, and marched back into the living room. She waved it in front of Mia like a magic wand. “Enough of this pity party! You sound like you’re attending for just the fun of it. I, Samantha, your self-appointed fairy godmother, will not just get you to the party, I’ll make sure you steal the show.

Mia blinked, still processing his words, especially with that look in his eyes. “Zac, I… I suck at dancing.” “That shouldn’t be your worry. Just follow my lead,” he replied, his voice still gentle but firm, leaving no room for her to refuse. “What about Bella?” she whispered, the words fragile as they left her lips. But even as she spoke, her hand had already slipped into his. “Shhh,” Zac hushed her with a disarming smile. “Unless you’re planning to take off your mask and tell her yourself, I’d suggest you relax.” His voice held a teasing edge as he led her to the center of the ballroom. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, casting a golden glow across the room. The crowd around them faded into a blur, and for a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. As the opening notes of ‘Careless Whisper’ began to play, Zac stopped, turning to face her fully. He softly rested his hand on her lower back, the warmth of his touch against her bare skin causing her heart to ra

“What just happened here, Zac?!” Bella demanded, her voice sharp as she glared at him.She had marched into the courtyard, with so much fury in her eyes—a blend of frustration and urgency. She had hoped to confront the woman standing next to Zac, but to her surprise, Mia was already gone.“Excuse me?” Zac raised an eyebrow. “Wait, what the heck are you even doing here anyway?”She didn't speak a word. Instead, her eyes shifted beyond him, focusing on the path Mia had taken.Without hesitation, she started toward the path, but Zac’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.“Let go of my hand,” Bella demanded, her voice sharp as she looked at him.Zac’s grip didn’t loosen. Instead, his eyes darkened as he warned, “Don’t you dare, Bella. Or else… I’ll make you regret it.”There was a cold finality in his tone as he released her. She yanked her hand back, twisting her face in rage.“Really? Because of… that woman? Who is she? What’s her family name, anyway?” Bella spat, her voice dripping with

Back in New York, Charles Cornell sat in the living room, staring at the blank wall. A cup of green tea sat on a table, cold and forgotten. The room was eerily quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock. His face was stoic, but his mind churned with relentless thoughts that never reached his expression. The door creaked open, and Seth stepped inside. His gaze swept the room before settling on his father. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Father,” Seth said, breaking the silence with a mockingly casual tone. “Don’t tell me you’re still dwelling on Zac’s cheating scandal.” The old man didn’t turn, his gaze fixed on the wall. “I still can’t believe it,” he muttered. “We need to clear this up immediately. How can Zac be so careless about something this important?” Seth poured himself a glass of whiskey, taking his time. “Careless?” he echoed, his tone sharp with sarcasm. “Father, that’s an understatement. I warned you. Zac’s not ready. He hasn’t even taken over the