All Chapters of Secret Wife Of The Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stumbled forward, but before I could regain my balance, my foot caught on something—no, someone. A sharp force sent me crashing to the cold, hard floor, pain jolting through my hands and knees.Laughter rang in my ears, mocking, cruel. I didn't need to look up to know who it was.“Oh, my bad,” Beatrice’s voice dripped with fake innocence. “I didn’t see you coming.”I clenched my fists against the cold tile, my breathing uneven. My body ached, but it wasn’t just from the fall—it was from everything. Every moment of humiliation, every cruel word, every wound she had carved into my past. And now, here I was again, on the floor, beneath her, just like she always wanted.“Mrs. Amato!”Aldo’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, and within seconds, he was at my side. His hands reached out, steady, strong, ready to lift me up. But before he could, he turned—his grip latching onto Beatrice’s arm.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice was sharp, protective, laced with fury

Alessandro let out a sharp scoff, the sound laced with disbelief and bitter amusement. It wasn’t just a simple exhale of air—it carried years of anger, betrayal, and walls built too high for anyone to climb. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. It was the kind of laugh that wasn’t laughter at all, but rather a defense mechanism—one meant to push away the truth before it could cut too deep.He turned slightly, shaking his head as if the words Aldo had just spoken were nothing but nonsense. But the tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers dug into his palm, betrayed him."You really think she suffers more than I do?" Alessandro’s voice was low, strained. His scoff came again, this time quieter, almost like he was trying to convince himself that Aldo was wrong.But deep down, something twisted inside him. A part of him that had buried itself under years of resentment, of betrayal, of feeling like nothing he did was ever enough.And for the first time in a long ti

Antonia lay on the cold floor, her body curled in on itself, trembling from both pain and fear. Her breath came in uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain control.Alessandro stood over her, his presence towering, his eyes dark and unreadable. He let out a slow exhale, tilting his head slightly as if amused by her words."And what made you think I would let you do that?" His voice was calm, almost eerily so, as he watched her struggle.Antonia’s fingers curled into weak fists against the ground, but she didn’t dare look up at him."Who’s going to pay for the damages and costs, huh?" he continued, his tone laced with something cruel. "I already lost to your stepfather. The least I could do is keep one of his children for myself… right?"Her stomach twisted at his words.Her entire life had been a game of control—first with her family, now with him. She had hoped, even if only slightly, that there was a shred of decency left in him. But this? This confirmed eve

The man took a step forward.Antonia’s hands shook as she pressed the lock button, her breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps. Click. The doors locked.But then—click.The locks disengaged on their own.Her heart pounded in her chest. No, no, no… She scrambled to press the button again. Click. Locked.But just as quickly—click. Unlocked.A cold wave of dread crashed over her as she turned her head, only to see the man now standing mere inches away from the driver’s side door. His masked face was void of expression, his dark eyes drilling into her like he could see straight into her fear.Her hands trembled as she frantically tried locking the car again, but before she could react, the door swung open on its own.And in that split second—he was inside.A sharp blade pressed against the soft skin of her throat, forcing a strangled gasp from her lips."Drive."The single command slithered from the man’s mouth, his voice deep, devoid of emotion. The knife against her neck told her th

Alessandro’s pulse hammered in his ears as he weaved through the grand hall, his heart racing with every passing second. The cryptic call still echoed in his mind, the threat clinging to him like a dark shadow."Damn it, Federico, pick up!" he muttered, pressing the phone against his ear as he tried to reach his brother. Nothing. Straight to voicemail.He clenched his jaw, quickly dialing another number."Come on, Antonia… pick up… please."Silence.A sinking feeling lodged itself in his chest as he shoved his phone into his pocket and stormed through the corridors, throwing open every door he came across.A private lounge—empty.The garden balcony—no sign of her.The storage room—nothing."Where the hell could she be?" he whispered to himself, his breath ragged.Then, his eyes landed on a door at the end of the hall. The ladies’ restroom.A flicker of hesitation gripped him, but the urgency overpowered it. He had to check. He had to know she was safe.Quickly glancing around to make