All Chapters of Married To The Billionaire I Hate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Cole’s POVMidnight.Rain lashed against the windows, hard and relentless, filling the silence of the room. The faint glow of the bedside lamp barely reached the corners, but I didn’t care. I sat on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees, my fingers interlocked. My mind wasn’t here. It was trapped in the events of the past few days, running in circles, chasing answers I didn’t have.Emily was back. Safe. But that didn’t erase the fact that she had been taken in the first place.She had been kidnapped.And I hadn’t been the one to save her.She had come back on her own.I tightened my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The idea of her alone, fighting her way back, made something sharp twist inside me.I had failed her.I wasn’t there when she needed me. I hadn’t ripped those bastards apart with my own hands. I hadn’t been the one to drag Vanessa out of whatever hole she was hiding in and make her pay for what she did.And now, Emily’s father wanted me to divorce her.He

Vanessa’s POV.The following day.The room felt too quiet without Ronan.He had left not long ago, saying he needed to get some things for me. Clothes, food, whatever. He didn’t tell me exactly where he was going, but he assured me he wouldn’t take long. The way he looked at me before leaving…like he actually gave a damn…was unsettling. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Not Cole. Not anyone.I pulled Ronan’s hoodie tighter around me. It smelled like him, like cedarwood and the faintest trace of cigarettes. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or hated it. My fingers absently played with the hem as I paced the small space, restless.The rain was still coming down outside, steady and relentless. Water streaked down the windows, blurring the view beyond. I didn’t know where exactly we were, some house on the outskirts of the city, away from prying eyes. Ronan had made sure of that. No one came in or out. No visitors. No risks.I should’ve been grateful. But gratitude wasn’t something

Emily's POV.I woke up to silence.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that told me something wasn’t right.I turned, my fingers brushing against Cole’s side of the bed. Cold. Empty. He was up already.I sighed, pushing the sheets off me, stretching out my arms. It had been two weeks since I had set foot in my office at Hart Enterprise. A week since Cole decided I should work from home. His excuse? Safety.I called it overprotective nonsense.I pulled on my robe, tying it lazily as I stepped out of the bedroom. The smell of fresh coffee hit me first. Then I heard the low murmur of Cole’s voice.I followed the sound to the kitchen.And there he was.Standing by the counter, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone to his ear. His suit was already on…black, neat, ironed to perfection. His sleeves were rolled up, his watch catching the light.He was intimidating and effortless all at once.I leaned against the doorway, watching him."…No, Dad. We wait," Cole said, voice calm but f

Cole's POV.I sat at the head of the massive conference table in one of Hart Enterprise’s top floors, my fingers tapping lightly against the polished surface. The room was filled with executives, analysts, and my own team from Greyson Corps, all engaged in the discussion about the latest stock performance. The numbers on the screen were clear…profits were rising, our partnership was thriving, and every projection pointed to further success.But despite all that, Richard Hart was still determined to burn it all down.I leaned back in my chair, arms folded, as one of the financial strategists finished his presentation. The others nodded in agreement, throwing in additional points about projected growth and potential expansions. The collaboration between Greyson Corps and Hart Enterprise had been nothing short of a powerhouse move, securing us as one of the most influential business alliances in the country.And yet, here I was, trying to make sense of a man who wanted to destroy somethi

Cole’s POVI had just started calming Emily down when the doorbell rang.She was still pressed against my chest, her breathing steadying, but I could feel the tension in her body. My hand rested on the small of her back, my other one brushing her hair as I exhaled. The last thing we needed was more bullshit tonight.James, one of my security team members, stepped in. His posture was stiff, his expression unreadable. But his eyes flicked toward Emily, then back to me.“A package just arrived, sir. Addressed to Mrs. Greyson.”Emily pulled back, frowning. “For me?”My shoulders tensed immediately. There was no way in hell anything arriving at this hour was good news.“Who sent it?” I asked, my voice sharp.James hesitated. “There’s no return name, but…”“Then she’s not opening it.” I cut him off, my tone final.Emily huffed, crossing her arms. “Excuse me?”I shot her a look. “You and I both know who could’ve sent that. Vanessa? Your father? Maybe someone worse? You’re not touching it.”H