The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession (Grace and Owen) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Everyone in the room froze.

The high and mighty Grace, the heir of the Spencer family, had just been slapped?

Caught off guard, Grace felt a sharp sting on her cheek. Before she could even think, her hand flew up, and she slapped Hannah right back.

The sound of the slap echoed through the room.

Hannah froze, her hand flying up to cover her face, and she screamed, "How dare you slap me?"

What's there to be afraid of?

Grace kept her face cold as she raised her hand for another slap. But Owen grabbed her wrist and pulled her back before she could hit.

"Enough!"

Grace was thrown back and hit the corner of the table. A searing pain shot through her lower back, making her vision blur with its intensity.

Through the haze of pain, she could hear Owen's voice, full of concern for Hannah. "Your face is swollen. Let's get some ice on it."

Hannah held her cheek as she lifted her chin. Her diamond necklace gleamed around her neck. She wrapped her arm around Owen's, and they left together.

Grace felt a strange sharpness in her chest, something she couldn't quite place.

Grace walked out of the Morgan Group building. A slap mark was still visible on her face. As soon as she stepped outside, she got a message from Owen.

"Don't worry. There's no way she and I will ever be anything. It won't affect the partnership between the Morgan Group and the Spencer Group."

Reading the message, Grace couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

Owen had been saying for so long that nothing would happen with Hannah, yet his actions kept enabling her.

As for their relationship, there wasn't even a hint of affection left. It was just business, pure and simple.

Owen didn't love her. Not at all.

At that moment, Grace finally understood this truth, clearer than ever before.

She switched off the screen.

Grace didn't respond. She didn't want to just let Hannah off the hook like that.

But soon enough, the news reached Pamela Spencer.

Grace's phone rang, and it was Pamela calling.

Before Grace could speak, Pamela's stern voice came through the phone. "I don't care what's going on between you and Owen. On the outside, you two must appear like a loving couple. Do you know what the tabloids are saying about you two lately?"

Grace gripped her phone tightly, so hard her fingers started to turn white.

After a long pause, she finally managed to speak, her voice rough. "It's Owen's fault."

Pamela let out a cold laugh on the other end of the line, "Owen isn't playing around outside? His status means there will always be plenty of women throwing themselves at him. Can you stop it?

"As long as there's no illegitimate child, and it doesn't affect the company's reputation, just ignore it!"

Each word cut deep into Grace's heart.

She wanted to explain and voice all her grievances, but in the end, she said nothing. She replied with one word, as though accepting her fate.

She remembered the day she put it there. Owen had said something unusually tender, "Thank you. I'll keep it with me always."

But now? It was gone, discarded like trash.

Owen didn't answer for a long time.

Grace's heart slowly turned into ice. The atmosphere in the car became suffocating cold.

After a long silence, Owen finally spoke flatly, "Hannah will be moving out soon."

Grace blinked in surprise.

She hadn't expected Owen, who usually never backed down, to give in.

If this had happened before, she might have felt that maybe he cared about her. But at this moment, there was no joy in her heart.

Watching the trees pass by outside the window, she replied hoarsely, "That's great."

Her response made Owen pause for a moment. He saw her pale, fragile face through the rearview mirror.

A few seconds later, he looked away.

Then he said something else, "But her trip abroad will be delayed for a while."

Grace flinched at the words.

So, this was the real reason Owen had been waiting for her. He was just informing her of the delay.

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.