All Chapters of The Billionaire's Karma: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The day I met Julian Blackwood was the day I realized that my life, already slipping out of my hands, would now be entirely devoid of any control. I had braced myself for hostility, for cold indifference, but nothing could have prepared me for the storm of disdain and arrogance that was Julian Blackwood.The car ride to his penthouse was silent except for the low hum of the engine. My father sat beside me, his face impassive, as though this wasn’t the moment he was handing me over to a man I barely knew. My hands rested on my lap, clasped tightly together to stop them from trembling. The city blurred past the window, tall buildings and bustling streets cloaked in the golden hue of the setting sun. It was beautiful, in a way. Mockingly beautiful, as if the world was celebrating my misery.The car pulled up to the towering skyscraper that housed Julian’s residence, and my stomach twisted into knots. The driver opened the door for me, and my father stepped out first, his movements brisk

The honeymoon suite was breathtaking. It was the kind of place people dreamt about, a secluded villa perched on a cliffside overlooking the serene, turquoise waters of the Amalfi Coast. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed a view so picturesque it could have been pulled straight from a postcard. There was an infinity pool that seemed to stretch into the ocean itself, and the villa was adorned with elegant furnishings that exuded luxury. It was perfect.And yet, it might as well have been a prison.I sat at the edge of the massive king-sized bed, still in my pale blue sundress. My hair was still styled in the soft curls the stylist had worked on that morning before we’d boarded the private jet. I hadn’t bothered to change or freshen up after we’d arrived. What was the point? I’d spent hours waiting for Julian to show up, but the villa was silent except for the gentle lapping of the waves outside. He was nowhere to be found.I sighed, glancing at the small table in the corner of the roo

The days following Julian’s absence were a blur of emptiness. I spent most of my time wandering the penthouse, avoiding the staff with their pitiful glances and pretending I didn’t feel the suffocating loneliness creeping in through every corner of the cold, sprawling space. The walls seemed to echo with the silence, a constant reminder of how isolated I was in this hollow marriage.Julian hadn’t returned since the honeymoon. Or rather, the lack of one. I didn’t know where he was, and I didn’t dare ask. The villa staff had been kind enough to inform me that he was 'attending to business matters,' but I knew better. Business matters didn’t require disappearing without a word, and they certainly didn’t involve neglecting your new wife. Julian’s absence wasn’t about work—it was about avoidance. Avoidance of me and of a marriage he clearly wanted no part of.And yet, a small part of me, a part I hated, kept hoping the door would open and he’d walk in. That he’d at least offer some kind of

The car ride back to the penthouse was cloaked in an oppressive silence. The city lights blurred past the window as I stared out, my head resting against the cool glass. I could feel Julian’s presence beside me, distant yet heavy, like a storm cloud lingering on the horizon. He didn’t speak, and neither did I. What was there to say? We were two strangers bound by a contract, pretending to be a couple in love for the benefit of the world. The charade was exhausting, and tonight had drained me of whatever strength I had left. My gaze shifted slightly, catching his reflection in the window. He sat straight, his posture impeccable, his jaw set in that infuriatingly stern way that made him seem untouchable. His green eyes were fixed ahead, unreadable as always. I wondered what he was thinking. Did he feel the same suffocating weight I did? Or was he so detached that none of this affected him at all? The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the building, and Julian was out before I coul