All Chapters of The Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I still remember the day my father scolded me for getting into a fight at school. I was only seventeen years old then. He hit me with his belt, and I was left with scars and bruises all over my body."You're so much trouble," he said, his voice filled with anger and disgust. "I wouldn't have adopted you if I knew you'd be such a problem."His words cut deep, and I felt a surge of pain and sadness. But I knew I had to be strong, so I didn't cry.After he left, his secretary, Mr. Cruz, came in and saw me lying on the floor. Instead of helping me, he just smiled and said, "Next time, don't take my words for granted."I was shocked and hurt by his response. I realized that I was truly alone, with no one to turn to for help.This wasn't the first time my father had been cruel to me. It had been happening since I was nine years old. I grew up in an orphanage, not knowing who my real parents were. The nuns who took care of me told me that my mother had left me outside the orphanage when I wa

As the priest pronounced us husband and wife, Brigitte and I faced each other, her smiling and looking at me with adoration. She placed her hand on my left arm, and we walked together out of the church, surrounded by cheering crowds and happy smiles. Our parents stopped us, beaming with pride. My father adjusted my tie and whispered, "Make her the happiest girl in the world, son." His face radiated joy, clearly thrilled to have secured a marriage between our two powerful families.Brigitte's mother hugged her tightly, while her father grasped my hands, his eyes stern. "Take care of our princess, and promise to love her with all your heart. Never make her cry, or I'll take her back from you." I nodded, trying to appear sincere, but my heart remained cold and detached.As we exchanged vows, I couldn't help but think about my true intentions. I was using Brigitte to gain power and control, to destroy those who had wronged me. My mind was set on revenge, and I would stop at nothing to ach

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, Brigitte stopped and turned to face me. She was smiling, but her eyes seemed to gleam with a mischievous light."Welcome to our secret world, Anton," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. "Here, we can be whoever we want to be, do whatever we want to do. No one will ever know."I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked around. We were in a large, dimly lit room, the walls lined with ancient stone and the air thick with the scent of decay. It was a place that seemed to exist outside of time, a place where the normal rules didn't apply.Brigitte took my hand and led me deeper into the room. We walked past strange and ominous objects, each one more bizarre than the last. There were ancient artifacts, mysterious devices, and strange symbols etched into the walls.As we walked, Brigitte told me about the history of the mansion, about the secrets that lay hidden within its walls. She spoke of ancient rituals, of forbidden knowledge, and of

I stood there for a moment, my heart racing with anticipation. What did Sophia want from me? And why did she want to meet me in secret?I looked around the room, but Sophia was nowhere to be found. Her husband, Mr. Blackwood, was still mingling with the guests, oblivious to his wife's sudden disappearance.I took a deep breath and made my way through the crowd, trying to appear nonchalant. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, especially not from Mr. Blackwood.As I stepped out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The garden was dark and quiet, the only sound the distant hum of crickets.I looked around, trying to spot Sophia. And then, I saw her. She was standing in the shadows, her eyes fixed on me with an enigmatic smile.But before I could approach her, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see my wife standing beside me, a look of concern on her face."Hey, I was looking all over for you," she said, smiling. "What are you doing out here?"I hesitate

As I followed my father to the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I had always been intimidated by my father, and being alone with him in his office made me feel like a small child again.As we entered the office, my father closed the door behind us and gestured for me to take a seat. I sat down in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, trying to compose myself.My father sat down behind his desk, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. "So, Anton," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I've been hearing some... disturbing rumors about your marriage."I felt a surge of fear at his words, wondering what he had heard. "What rumors?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.My father leaned forward, his eyes glinting with anger. "Rumors that you're not producing an heir," he spat. "Rumors that you're not doing your duty as the future head of this family."I felt a wave of shame wash over me, knowing that my father was right. I had been married to Bri