All Chapters of The Billionaire's Karma: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

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

After that night, Julian had finally stopped avoiding me, but it wasn’t the relief I thought it might be. His presence in the house was no victory. Instead, it was a cruel reminder of what I had lost, or perhaps, what I had never truly had. He was done with disappearing. Now, he was here—always here—but never alone.It was late afternoon, the golden hues of the setting sun streaming in through the large windows of the living room where I sat, absently flipping through a magazine I wasn’t reading. Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of the front door clicking open, followed by a cascade of giggles that made my stomach churn.I froze, my hands tightening around the glossy pages as Julian’s voice, smooth and casual, carried through the hallway. “Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you to trip over that dress. Though, I wouldn’t mind the view.”The giggling grew louder as they came into view. She was clinging to his arm like a lifeline, her red dress so tight and short it left little to t