All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zac wiped his mouth with a napkin, setting it down beside his plate. “Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Williams. That was delicious.” Across from him, Sarah beamed, clearly pleased. “Oh, please, don’t mention it," she said, waving a hand. “You’re family now.” Mia, who had been quietly helping Samantha clear the plates, tensed. She could already feel where this was going. Sarah turned to her with a knowing look. “I had my suspicions, you know.” Mia rolled her eyes. “Oh Lord, here we go again.” “I mean, he did buy you that dress, right?” Sarah continued, her eyes twinkling. “I told you he had a crush on you.” Mia groaned, slapping her forehead. “Come on, Mom.” Sarah laughed. “So, you two have been pretending all this while?” She shook her head, as if she had just uncovered a great mystery. “How long has this been going on?” Mia glanced at Zac before replying, “About a month.” “A month?” Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “That was fast.” Then she softened. “But love… love is like that

A couple of hours earlier… Angelo walked into Zac’s penthouse with deliberate intent. Zac was relaxing in his living room, his focus fixed on his TV screen as reporters analyzed every angle of his engagement photos. The photos had gone viral as planned, and people were scrambling for details, seeking answers about his sudden engagement to his new lover. The moment Zac heard footsteps behind him, he quickly turned, his expression shifting from neutral to surprise. “Hey, man. When did you get back?” Zac asked. Angelo didn’t answer that. His jaw was tight, his eyes pinned on the television. “Is that why Mia isn’t picking up her phone?” “What?” Zac got up on his feet, confusion flashing across his face. “This.” Angelo stepped closer, motioning to the television. “The engagement. Is this why she’s avoiding my calls?” “Angelo, you need to chill, man,” Zac said, setting his tablet down. “Mia’s probably busy or something. Besides, what’s going on with you? Why aren’t you replying? I

“Come on, Mia, hurry up!” Samantha called impatiently, walking ahead with her back straight, her black gown swishing elegantly. The sharp clicks of her heels echoed in the night air. Samantha stood beside a statue, adjusting her earrings. She wasn’t used to wearing dresses, and the tight straps of her sandals made standing even more uncomfortable. Mia, stepping out of the car, barely heard her. She slipped her phone into her purse and drew in a steadying breath. “Mom’s close by,” she murmured, the cool air pressing against her skin. Her red dress—long, sleek, and backless—hugged her form with effortless grace. It shimmered under the soft glow of the estate’s lights, a bold contrast against the night. Samantha turned, her eyes gleaming as she took in Mia’s dress. “Well, if you weren’t the center of attention before, you definitely will be now.” Mia let out a quiet chuckle, but before she could respond, a sleek car pulled up behind them. The door opened, and Sarah stepped out

Outside, by the rear wing of the mansion, Zac and Mia walked along the lawn. The cool night air cut through the quietness, and the sound of a water fountain flowed beside them. Mia took a deep breath, letting the crisp air calm her nerves. “You knew exactly what I needed,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. She tilted her head with a genuine smile. “Thank you, Zac.” Zac nodded, giving her a quiet smile in return. “You’re welcome.” “First of all, I’m so, so sorry about my dad,” Mia admitted, her words slipping out with quiet frustration. “I had no idea he’d—” She stopped, her voice shaking as unshed tears threatened to break through. Zac observed her closely, sensing the strain in her posture. He didn’t waste any time before opening his arms wide. “Come here, you.” Mia tilted her head to meet his eyes, her emotions caught in a storm. Without a second thought, she fell into his arms. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t need to hide her feelings, nor were

Shirley sat in the leather chair, her hands resting on her lap, but her fingers curled tightly into fists. Seth’s house had always been like this, untouched by warmth, too large for a man who lived alone. His children were gone, spread across different corners of the city, and the only ones here—aside from himself—were the staff who knew better than to intrude. It had been twenty-eight years since she had last been this close to him. Back then, she had been young, head over heels, caught in the effortless charm of a man who knew exactly how to wield his words. How could she not have fallen? He was handsome, compelling—his voice alone was an invitation, a promise. And she had believed in a promise of forever. She had loved him, blindly, foolishly—until the day he announced his engagement to another woman. By the time she realized she was carrying his child, Seth had already married into a powerful family, leaving her no choice but to walk away. But fate had been kind. A widower w