All Chapters of The Billionaire's Second Option : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Henrietta’s POV*"I don't love you."* Those four words shattered everything I thought I knew about love, about loyalty—about Jason. I could still see it, the way his lips curled as he said it. The way he didn’t even look guilty as I stood there, frozen, watching him tangle himself around another woman like I never existed. My heart had pounded so hard that night I thought it would explode. But nothing hurt more than the way he dismissed me, like I was just another inconvenience in his life. *"I don’t love you."* Even now, standing behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who probably didn’t love the women waiting for them at home, those words clung to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be spending my nights in a dimly lit bar, serving overpriced liquor to men who looked at me like I was something to consume. I wasn’t supposed to be exhausted every night, smelling like whiskey and smoke, my feet aching from hours of standing. But life

"The operation needs to commence now." The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a relentless drum, pounding over and over again as I stepped out of his office. My body moved on autopilot, my hands clutching the strap of my worn-out bag as if it were the only thing anchoring me to reality. I walked through the hospital corridor, the scent of antiseptic burning my nose. Doctors and nurses passed me, their faces neutral, their steps quick and purposeful. No one spared me a glance. No one saw the storm raging inside me. But my world was falling apart. I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. My brother had fallen again—another accident that proved how fragile his condition was. And now, the damage was worse. The doctors said he needed immediate surgery. But the cost… I had been saving for years, taking extra shifts at the bar, cutting back on everything I could. Yet, even after all the sacrifices, all the sleepless nights, it still wasn’t enough.

“Why are you with my phone?”I didn’t know what irritated me more—the fact that Henrietta was holding my phone or the way she quickly tried to mask her guilt. My eyes narrowed as I stepped forward, crossing the space between us in long, measured strides. “Why are you with my phone?” My voice was sharp, leaving no room for excuses. Henrietta’s fingers twitched before she quickly placed the phone back on the nightstand. She turned to face me, her lips parting slightly before she spoke. “I was just… checking the time,” she said, a little too fast. “I needed to know how much time I had left to arrange your clothes and then rush down to serve your dinner.” I raised a brow, unconvinced. She avoided my eyes, instead reaching for one of the suits I had draped over the chair. “Next time, use the clock,” I said flatly, picking up my phone. My screen was still on, the notification banner glowing softly. My grip tightened the second I saw the sender’s name. Kristine. For a moment, I

Raphael’s POVAs I walked back into the mansion, my eyes landed on a feminine figure standing in the center of the room with crossed arms.“Why are you standing there and looking at me like that?” I interrogated Henrietta as I approached her.“Who's she?” Henrietta replied back, ignoring my question.I fixed my hands into my pockets, “Why should I tell you that?”Henrietta breathed a laughter, one that came from the surprise of my words.“Oh you don't think I deserve to know? Why am I here acting like a fake wife if you already got someone else in your life?” Henrietta questioned, her hands gesturing towards the door.I shook my head from ear to ear, “There was someone else in my life but then, one day there wasn't anymore and that's why I got into a contract marriage with you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to be up in my room.” Following this, I walked past her but Henrietta pulled me back with a force that I never knew could come from her arms.“What's wrong with you?” I questio