All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Where is she?” my mother’s voice wobbled on the edge of hysteria. “We are out of time!” “She’s gone,” my father growled. His face was a mask of fury, flushed red beneath his graying hair. “Charlotte has run off with some lowlife who promised her God knows what. I warned her, but she wouldn’t listen!” I froze at the doorway of the lavish sitting room, my heart racing. Charlotte, gone? On her wedding day? The same Charlotte who always had a way of getting what she wanted—fame, fortune, admiration? My breath caught in my throat as the weight of those words sank in. If she wasn’t here to marry Damian Cross, our family was doomed. “I can’t believe this,” my mother whispered, clutching her pearls like they were the only thing holding her upright. “The guests are already arriving. The Cross family will annihilate us. Do you know what this will do to your business, Harold?” My father’s jaw clenched. “I know exactly what it will do. That's why we have no choice.” His gaze shifted, loc

"Put on the dress I picked for you." Damian's voice was cold, leaving no room for negotiation as he stood by the doorway of the lavish guest room. I looked down at the simple, pale blue gown I'd chosen from the wardrobe earlier. "I thought this was—""It’s not," he cut me off. "If you're going to be my wife tonight, you’ll at least look the part." His words were a blade slicing through my pride.I wanted to snap back, but the weight of this new life held my tongue. My defiance wouldn’t matter to a man like Damian Cross. Instead, I reached for the shimmering black gown he’d left draped across a chair.The fabric clung to my skin like a second layer, elegant but uncomfortable. The neckline plunged more than I was used to, exposing skin I usually kept hidden. I barely recognized myself in the mirror as I adjusted the dress. When I emerged, Damian's eyes flickered briefly over me, unreadable as ever. "That'll do," he muttered, already turning toward the door. "Let’s go."We rode in sile

"Put on the red dress," Damian ordered without looking up from his phone. His tone was clipped, leaving no room for argument. I crossed my arms. "I’m wearing the black one." His gaze flicked to me, sharp and unyielding. "You’ll wear what I told you to wear. This isn’t a request, Naomi." My lips pressed into a thin line, but I held his glare. "If you're so desperate to control everything, maybe you should have married a robot instead." A flicker of something dark flashed in his eyes. "Careful, Naomi. I can make your life a lot more difficult than it already is." "Is that a threat or just your charming personality?" I shot back, my voice steady despite the knot tightening in my stomach. He exhaled sharply, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Fine. Wear a black dress. But you'd better be on my arm the entire night. I don't need another scandal." "Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but with you," I muttered under my breath. "What was that?" "Nothing," I said sweetly, flash

“You shouldn’t be here,” a low voice warned from the shadows. I froze, the hallway dimly lit by the faint flicker of a wall sconce. My pulse raced as the figure stepped forward, revealing Olivia, Damian’s polished and ever-efficient assistant. Her usually composed expression was marred by tension. “Olivia?” I whispered, confused and wary. “What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same thing,” she retorted, her eyes scanning the empty corridor. “But that’s not important right now. We need to talk—somewhere private.” Her urgency unsettled me. I glanced around, nervous that Damian or one of his guards might stumble upon us. Reluctantly, I gestured toward the library. “This way.” We slipped inside, and I closed the heavy door behind us. Olivia paced the room, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “What’s going on?” I demanded. “Why are you sneaking around the mansion like this?” She stopped pacing and fixed me with a piercing gaze. “Someone inside the company

“You’re staying close to me,” Damian’s voice is cold, but there’s a firmness in it that makes my pulse quicken. I blink, taken aback. “What?” “I need you at the meeting today. I can’t afford any mistakes, and I can’t trust anyone else.” His gaze sharpens, making it clear there’s no room for negotiation. I feel my stomach tighten. This isn’t just about business—he’s keeping me close. His power is tangible, suffocating even. But there’s a part of me that wonders if this is more than strategy. “Fine,” I say, trying to hide the apprehension in my voice. I can’t believe this is my life now—standing by Damian Cross’s side, playing a game I don’t understand. He doesn’t respond but motions for me to follow him. As we enter the conference room, the atmosphere is thick with tension. Everyone’s eyes flick to me before quickly darting away. No one wants to be caught looking too interested in the woman who replaced Charlotte. Damian takes his seat at the head of the table, and I stan