All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mia let out a quiet scoff, shaking her head as she turned back to the mirror. “Feelings? Come on, Sam. You’re exaggerating. I’m just—” She paused, adjusting her necklace, pretending to be focused on something else. “I’m just concerned, you know. Maybe something happened to him or maybe not. Besides—” “Go on,” Samantha cut in smoothly, her tone dripping with amusement. Mia exhaled, gripping the edge of the dresser a little tighter. “I don’t think he’s capable of—” She hesitated, catching herself before she said too much. Her fingers loosened, but she didn’t turn around. “I don’t know, Sam. I don’t think Zac is like that.” Samantha tapped her fingers against her thigh, clearly impatient. “Mia, you’re in a safe space, okay? Just spill the tea.” “Like someone who—” She waved a hand vaguely, as if searching for the right words. “Feels things that deeply. He’s focused on work. That’s all.” Samantha gave a slight smirk. “And yet, here you are, trying so hard to convince yourself of t

The next morning, well before the sun had fully risen, Mia stood in front of the gates of Charles Cornell’s mansion—a quiet, secluded place with restricted access. The cab driver pulled up to the security entrance, waiting for her to obtain an access pass so they could drive through. Mia adjusted the strap of her bag, staring at the towering gates. She was simply dressed in a skirt that fell just above her knees and a plain chiffon top. She looked nothing like what one might expect from a billionaire’s fiancée. No designer labels, no extravagant jewelry—just a simple, refined sense of style. If anything, she fit in a little too well, like any other visitor rather than someone who belonged there. The guards noticed her immediately, and one of them stepped forward, eyeing her with the same wary expression reserved for an unwelcome guest. “How can we help you, Miss?” one of them asked, his tone tinged with impatience. “I’m here to see Sir Cornell,” Mia said, standing her g

Mia arrived at Zac’s condo, not waiting even a moment before leaving the car. She did not need approval for entry—she’d been here before, and beyond this, she was his fiancée. She could not be denied entry by anybody, not even the bodyguards who had been instructed not to disturb him. They only exchanged knowing glances as she passed by. Her pulse pounded against the side of her head when she stepped into the hallway. She headed for his door and punched the password into the security panel. “Zac?” she called, pushing the door open, but no one responded. The living room carried the remnants of his presence—a bottle of whiskey lying open on the table, the glass next to it only halfway filled. She moved farther, into the dining room, where a food tray rested untouched, gone cold. A frown curled over her brows. He hadn’t been here long. Or maybe he’d gone back to his penthouse? Just as she was about to check his bedroom, the sound of a soft cough reached her ears. She turned ar

Mia stood in front of the mirror, swiping a layer of gloss over her lips, when Samantha’s voice disrupted the silence.“So, let me get this straight.” Samantha leaned against the doorframe, “You say you’re being nice—because he needs emotional support, right?” Her brows lifted. “Yes?” Mia turned to meet her gaze.“Hmm… even after you woke up in his bed.”Mia sighed, pressing her lips together to even out the gloss. “And that was all. What’s there to lie about?”Samantha’s grin widened. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re actually getting all dressed up for him at this time of the evening?” She checked her wristwatch. “Or should I just say goodnight now?”Mia rolled her eyes. “It’s just 6PM, Sam. I’ll be back.”“Uh-huh.” Samantha tilted her head. “That’s what you said yesterday, and guess where you woke up?”Mia picked up her purse, shaking her head. “It won't take long. I promise.”Samantha smirked. “Exactly, your famous last words.”Mia ignored her, and slipped out the door bef

Samantha cleared her throat, shifting to sit up properly. “Despite how this looks, the angle made it even worse.” Mia slowly exhaled, pressing her lips together. The photo was perfectly framed to spark rumors—Zac, leaning casually in his car park, Bella standing way too close, her hand resting on his chest. And then that smile. Not his usual charming, easygoing one, but just enough to stir unnecessary drama. Samantha nudged her gently. “So… are you going to ask him about it?” Mia shook her head, locking her phone and tossed it onto the couch. “Nope.” Sam blinked. “Why?” “Why should I?” Mia shrugged and got up. “Less than an hour ago, we were together and the next minute, he’s out there bonding with his ex.” Sam gave her a long, skeptical look. “Mia. Are you for real?” Mia turned with a blank expression. Samantha grinned. "You sound jealous or something." Mia raised an eyebrow and headed to the kitchen. "Me… nah." “Oh, you so are,” Samantha countered. “I am not,” Mia shot bac