The Billionaire's Daughter Married to a Monster — Novel

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In a world where love can twist into something unrecognizable, Lorraine Henson finds herself trapped in a gilded cage. As the devoted wife of a successful businessman, she once believed that passion could conquer all. But after years of sacrifices and unyielding expectations, her husband Nigel’s dismissive words cut deeper than any knife. With a baby to care for and a marriage hanging by a thread, Lorraine grapples with the reality of her lonely existence.

Can a woman who left everything behind for love reclaim her identity? As the walls close in, the laughter of Nigel's guests echoes in her mind—a painful reminder of the life she thought she shared. Surrounded by reminders of a fractured past, Lorraine must confront her inner turmoil and the bitter truth about her marriage. With every moment spent in silence, her longing for belonging intensifies.

Caught between the ghost of a once-cherished romance and the stark reality of her situation, Lorraine faces a choice that could shatter her world or set her free. Will she find the strength to fight for herself, or will she remain a shadow in her own life? In the midst of heartbreak and betrayal, the question lingers: How do you reclaim your heart from the monster you once loved?

The Billionaire's Daughter Married to a MonsterChapter 1

On my husband's birthday, every seat at the dinner table was taken. Every seat but mine.

"You've been on your feet all day. You must be exhausted."

"Why don't you go check on the baby first? You can eat when there's room."

Being tired wasn't the point. Checking on the baby wasn't the point.

The point was that there was no seat for me at that table.

My apron was still damp, balled up in my fists, the fabric almost burning against my palms. I swallowed my anger and spoke.

"Nigel Delgado, you just said yourself that I've been working alone all day. And now I don't even get to sit down and eat?"

The laughter in the living room died. Every guest set down their chopsticks and turned to look at me.

Nigel's brow furrowed. He didn't lower his voice. "Don't start something over nothing!"

"Get out!"

The word hit me like a slap. Hurt and humiliation flooded my chest. I bit my lip, turned, and walked out.

I barely made it to the door before I heard someone inside urging him to go after me, to smooth things over.

"A woman who married far from home doesn't need smoothing over. She's got nowhere to go."