All Chapters of Married To The Billionaire I Hate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vanessa’s POVThe studio lights were blinding.I sat on the stool, legs crossed, chin tilted slightly up, the fabric of my dress spilling around me like liquid gold. The makeup artists had spent hours perfecting my face, my hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, and the diamond earrings hanging from my ears were worth more than most people made in a year.I was the perfect picture of beauty. Of power. Of everything I had worked so hard to be.And yet…"Vanessa, can you smile a little? Just a small one?" the photographer asked hesitantly, adjusting his lens.I moved my eyes to him, unimpressed."Take the shot." My voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.The photographer hesitated, then nodded, snapping the photo.I knew what the problem was.It wasn’t my outfit. It wasn’t my makeup. It wasn’t the lighting.It was me.I looked good…better than good. I looked untouchable, flawless, a goddess dressed in designer. And yet, every single picture would have the same thing…cold, emp

Cole's POV.The second I saw the message, everything stopped.The noise of the room, the low sound of conversation, the subtle clink of glasses…it all faded into the background, dissolving into nothing.I was in the middle of a high-stakes deal, sitting across from a man worth billions, a man who had spent months securing this meeting. The contract in front of me had the potential to change everything, to solidify my control over Greyson Corps in ways that no one could challenge.But none of that mattered.Not when Daniel burst into the room, his usually composed demeanor shattered."Sir, it's about your wife."Just those words.And suddenly, the air felt different.My grip on the pen tightened. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out the rest of the conversation. I barely noticed the other men at the table turning to look at us, their expressions shifting from curiosity to unease.Daniel's face was pale, his breath uneven. That alone sent a ripple of something cold through my

Emily's POV.The hospital doors slid open, and I heard it before I saw it…the heavy steps, the shuffle of men in dark suits, the distinct sound of power announcing itself without a word.Richard Hart had arrived.I closed my eyes for a second, inhaling sharply. I knew this would happen. I knew the second those damn videos got out, my father wouldn’t just sit back and let it slide. He wasn’t that kind of man. And now, here he was, standing in the doorway of my hospital room, looking like he was ready to set the world on fire.His dark gray suit was ironed to perfection, his presence commanding. The air around him felt heavier, thicker, like even the walls were holding their breath. His men stood by the door, silent, waiting. They didn’t need orders. When Richard Hart walked into a room, everyone knew exactly where they stood.His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw it…the fury, the cold, simmering rage that barely made it to the surface but burned deep beneath.“Who did this?”His voice w

Cole’s POVI was at the hospital before Emily even woke up. I had barely slept, but that wasn’t important. The moment the doctors gave me the final clearance, I signed the discharge papers myself. It wasn’t like she needed my permission to leave, but I didn’t trust anyone else to handle it.When I walked into her hospital room, she was still asleep, her face turned away from the door. Even with the bruises marking her skin, she looked untouchable…like she was still holding her ground, even in her sleep."She’ll be ready to go in an hour," the nurse told me in a hushed voice.I nodded. "I’ll take care of it."The nurse left, and I stood there for a moment, watching her. She looked peaceful in a way I rarely saw…without that guarded edge she always had when she was awake. A lock of her dark hair had fallen over her cheek, and I had the sudden urge to brush it away, but before I could move, she stirred.Her lashes fluttered slightly before her eyes snapped open, sharp and aware.I expect

Emily's POV. For the next few days, it was just sex. Nothing else. Nothing more. Cole tried to bring up his feelings once or twice, but I shut that down immediately. Every time he so much as hinted at wanting something deeper, I’d tilt my head, flash a smirk, and remind him what this was. “No strings attached, Cole,” I’d say, voice smooth and final. “Just sex. That’s what you agreed to.” And he never argued. Not really. He’d clench his jaw, exhale like he wanted to say something, but then I’d kiss him, drag him into another round, and just like that, the conversation would be over before it even started. The man was strong, powerful, respected by everyone around him. But with me? He was mine to ruin, mine to take, mine to use whenever I wanted. And I took full advantage of that. We couldn’t go a day without fucking. My room, his room, the dining table, the kitchen counter, the hallway, the stairs—everywhere, as long as the servants weren’t around. It was reckless. Addictive