บททั้งหมดของ Madam Billionaire: Please, Don't Break My Heart: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"You did this!" Her mother-in-law's shrill voice cut through the hospital corridor. "Look what you've done to my son!"The slap burned across Elena's cheek, but she bit down hard on her tongue instead of fighting back.Not here. Not now.Elena couldn't argue. That part was true.If it weren’t for the rage that blinded her, she wouldn’t have struck her husband with the largest vase in the room. The irony? Cecelia was the one who called 911.“I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean for it to happen like that. I just…I just wanted…” she tried to explain, feeling as though everyone in the hospital lobby was glaring accusingly at her, as if she had deliberately caused the situation."Liar!" Melinda shrieked. Every head in the waiting area turned. "You planned this!"It wasn’t, of course. It was just the hurt and her anger that brought out the worst in her. She didn’t know what she was doing until it happened. And now they all were standing outside the hospital room, waiting for the doctors to give th

Eighteen Months LaterNew York International Airport“The car is ready, ma’am.” Betty Adams told Elena, as she stepped out of the airport and glanced around the familiar city.New York had been her home for more than a decade, but after Richard’s betrayal and the accident that shattered her once-perfect life into millions of painful pieces, she couldn’t stay any longer. She needed a break. A change in the scenery. And so did Caleb. The boy had lost his mother and had almost lost his father, too, if not for Elena who refused to pull the plug.Elena nodded and adjusted the sunglasses on her face.She was tired, jetlagged, and hungry.After spending a year and a half in Milan, Italy, she was finally back home.Betty, her trusted personal assistant, led the way towards the awaiting car.Elena followed her, her mind drifting to everything that had happened over the past year and a half.It was still hard to believe that her brother had been in a coma for so long. She thought he would wake u

Simon Walsh gazed at the transparent hologram of the old artefact revolving in the air, his deep and dark eyes glistering in deep contemplation.This was going to be the next treasure in his collection.He could finally tell where the crown came from: Byzantine, and once belonged to a concubine who lived in the early 400. The last three red rubies dangling between two white pearl strands were carefully wrapped in platinum chains, making a dazzling decoration, just like any royalty jewels.And to think about how lucky he was for the final negotiation to be able to buy the crown?Simon let out a self-deprecating grin, remembering how many times he nearly lost the item, with his secret rival throwing hundreds of bidders between the table to completely confuse the entire market.Despite losing her nearly thrice, Simon would soon have the crown in the palm of his hand. He was certain of it, for no other jeweller in the States could afford that beauty with the price he had settled down at.T

"So," he murmured, twirling a loose curl around his finger before giving it a playful tug. "Wanna get out of here?"Elena blinked. She hadn’t even told him her name, yet here he was, looking at her like he already knew her. And honestly? She wasn’t complaining. She’d come to this bar for exactly this—someone hot, someone who knew what they were doing. And damn, did he ever."I don’t know," she lied, biting her lip.He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Yeah, you do."A shiver ran down her spine. It had been way too long since she’d felt this kind of heat.Before she could overthink it, his hand slid into hers, pulling her between his legs. His lips brushed her neck, slow and teasing, and she let out a soft sigh. His mouth moved lower, tracing her collarbone, his tongue flicking against her skin just enough to make her gasp."Mm, you like that?" he murmured, nipping at her earlobe.Elena’s breath hitched. "Oh—""More?" His hands slid down to her ass, gripping just enough to m

As Elena spun around the dance floor with Danika, she couldn’t help but smile. But the same beautiful smile faltered when Danika gave her a twirl and she ended up bumping into someone. Someone who was made of mountains from his height and well-defined muscles. Elena’s heart almost stopped when she looked up and came face-to-face with a tall man wearing a black and silver mask. He had dark hair and eyes that seemed to peer into her soul. For a second, she almost forgot to breathe, something about him felt strangely familiar to her. And then he smiled at her and her heart almost melted into a puddle at his feet. “Sorry about that,” the man said in a deep, smooth voice that sent shivers down her spine. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Elena shook her head, trying to regain her composure. “Of course, you were,” she smirked, slowly distancing herself from him. “You’re standing on the dance floor. Of course, you were looking.” The man’s eyes crinkled in amusement at her response. “