The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession (Grace and Owen) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

ZON VOUChers

Owen’s face remained unreadable, but his hand tightened briefly on the steering wheel.

Grace saw the butler moving Hannah’s luggage out when they got home.

Hannah, seeing Grace, immediately stood up and glared at her with a look full of malice.

Grace didn’t have the energy to deal with her and was about to head upstairs.

But as she passed by Hannah, she shoved her shoulder into Grace’s.

Their eyes locked mid-air.

Hannah’s gaze was full of provocation as she hissed, just loud enough for the two of them to hear, “We’ll see about that.”

Grace’s heart tightened.

She knew all too well that when it came to Hannah, she had never had the upper hand.

Five days later.

Grace sat at the dining table, waiting for Owen to come home for dinner as usual. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a message from him.

“I’m working late tonight. I’ll be home later.”

The screen’s glow reflected off Grace’s pale face as she stared at the message, unmoving.

This was the fifth time Owen had come home late since Hannah moved out.

He had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and for years, he always came home at exactly 7:30 p.m. to have dinner. No one could disrupt his routine.

But Hannah always managed to mess up everything.

Just then, Grace received another message from an unknown number. “Want to know about my past with Owen? Go to 8 Beverly Hills, 2nd-floor bedroom.”

Grace’s heart skipped a beat.

She knew that address. It was a private villa under Owen’s name. He’d go there almost every few days.

Before signing their marriage agreement, they made one thing clear. She would never enter his private space.

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ended up in the car, heading toward the villa.

The door was unlocked as if waiting for her.

Grace took a deep breath and walked up to the second floor. When she looked up, her entire body froze.

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On a huge wall hung countless portraits of Hannah. The endless images were overwhelming and dizzying, revealing Owen’s deepest, darkest secret.

Right then, a message from Hannah arrived, perfectly timed. “In the 733 days I’ve been gone, he has painted a new portrait every time he thought of me. Want to know how many he has now? Maybe you can count them yourself.”

Each word felt like a shard of glass stabbing through Grace’s heart, bleeding her dry. It was unbearable.

This wall of portraits, filled with Owen’s love for Hannah, made Grace’s two years with him feel like a cruel joke.

She stood there, motionless, as uncontrollable tears drowned her.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly, a cold voice came from behind her. “What are you doing here?”

Grace slowly turned around, meeting Owen’s cold, frosty gaze.

His lips were pressed into a thin line. “Grace, you’ve broken the agreement.”

Her heart tightened.

In a hoarse voice, Grace said, “Hannah sent me here.”

Owen didn’t offer any explanation. His tone was sharp and commanding as he said, “You’ve seen enough. You can leave now.”

Grace didn’t move. Instead, she asked the question that had been burning inside her.

“If you love her so much, why did you marry me?”

At her words, Owen suddenly stormed over to her, bringing a chill and an overpowering aura. He stopped right in front of her. “I love Hannah,” he said coldly. “But the interests of the company come first. I won’t cross that line.”

Is that so?

Then what about her? What did she mean to him?

In a daze, Grace couldn’t stop herself from asking, “And what about me?”

Owen looked down at her, his gaze devoid of warmth. His cruel words pierced her heart with no mercy.

“You’re my business partner, and soon, you’ll be my wife and the mother of my child.”

“Now that you have your answer, you can leave.”

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