The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 8

Alina was forced to continue walking, but her mind was racing.

A new prenuptial agreement?

Leverage?

What were they planning?

In the library, Alina pretended to browse bookshelves, picking up several novels randomly. But her mind wasn’t on these books.

She needed to know what was being discussed in that study.

“Mr. Harris,” Alina turned, looking at the security chief. “I need to use the restroom. Just for a moment.”

Mr. Harris nodded. “The nearest restroom is in the corridor-”

“I know where it is,” Alina cut in. “Thank you.”

She walked out of the library with books in hand, Mr. Harris following.

But instead of heading to the restroom, Alina walked slowly toward the corridor that led to the study–acting like she was confused about directions.

“Mrs. Blackwood, the restroom is that way,” Mr. Harris pointed in the opposite direction.

“Oh, sorry. I forgot.” Alina turned, but deliberately stopped for a moment near the study door.

And this time, the voices from inside were clearer.

Margaret was speaking. “So if we implement this new prenup, Alina won’t be able to claim anything in a divorce? No alimony, no property settlement, no custody rights for Junior?”

Mr. Harrison chimed in. “Correct. This prenup will supersede the old one. But Mrs. Blackwood must sign voluntarily–or at least, appear voluntary.”

“She’ll sign,” Daniel said. “I’ll make her sign.”

Silence. Then Margaret’s voice was heard again. “Are you sure? She’s already becoming resistant. Especially after you locked her in her room.”

“She’ll sign because she has no choice. We have leverage–her family’s debt. $8.2 million that’s due if she doesn’t comply.”

Mr. Harrison spoke again. “Legally, we need to be careful how we present this. A prenup signed under duress can be challenged in court.”

“That’s why we don’t present it as duress. We present it as ‘protection for Junior.’ Say that for the child’s good, it would be better if financial matters are clear from the start. Appeal to her maternal instinct,” Margaret added.

“Brilliant,” Mr. Harrison’s voice was appreciative. “Framing is key. And with Mr. Blackwood’s leverage about the family debt, I’m confident Mrs. Blackwood will cooperate.”

Alina stood frozen outside the door, listening with her heart pounding hard.

They were planning to trap her with a new prenup. A prenup that would strip all her rights no alimony, no property, no custody of Junior.

And they would use her family’s debt as a threat.

“Mrs. Blackwood.” Mr. Harris’s voice was firm now, his hand on Alina’s arm with gentle but unmistakable pressure. “You need

to move Now.”

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Alina let herself be escorted away from the study door, but her mind was racing.

She needed a copy of the old prenup. Needed to know exactly what they wanted to change. Needed to understand her legal position.

But how? All documents were in Daniel’s study. And she had no access.

Unless…

An idea came suddenly. Dangerous. But maybe the only way.

In the afternoon, around four o’clock, Alina heard the study door open in the corridor.

Voices–Margaret and Mr. Harrison, chatting about something unrelated while walking toward the stairs.

B

“…dinner at the club next week, don’t forget to confirm…”

Footsteps fading. The mansion’s main door opened and closed–they were leaving.

Alina waited five minutes, then slowly opened her bedroom door.

Mr. Harris was still in his position, but he was looking at his phone—probably checking messages.

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“Mr. Harris,” Alina called. “Is Junior still in the playroom?”

“Yes, Ma’am. With Ms. Sterling.”

“Can I at least see him from a distance? I won’t disturb. Just want to make sure he’s okay.”

Mr. Harris looked at her with a conflicted expression–clearly sympathetic but bound by orders.

“Please,” Alina added in a genuinely desperate voice. “Just five minutes. From the doorway. I won’t go in.”

Mr. Harris sighed. “Five minutes. And I’ll accompany you.”

“Thank you.”

They walked together to the playroom on the first floor–a room full of toys, bean bags, and large windows overlooking the garden.

Alina stood in the doorway, staring.

Junior sat on a large bean bag with the Transformers robot in his hand- staring at the robot with an empty expression.

1–a gift from Clarissa. But the boy wasn’t playing. Just

Clarissa sat on the sofa, scrolling her phone, occasionally glancing at Junior with barely concealed frustration.

“Junior, sweetheart, why don’t you play with the robot? It’s a special gift from Mama.” Clarissa was trying to sound cheerful but there was an edge to her voice.

Junior shook his head slowly. “Junior doesn’t want to play.”

“Why not?”

“Because Mama’s not here.” Junior’s voice was small. “Junior wants to play with Mama Alina.”

Clarissa’s jaw hardened. “Mama is here-

“Mama ALINA!” Junior suddenly shouted, throwing the robot to the floor in frustration. “Junior wants Mama Alina! Why are you all hiding Mama?”

Alina’s hand covered her mouth to hold back a sob.

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Clarissa stood, approaching Junior with clearly forced patience. “Junior, Mama Alina is busy. But Mama is here. Let’s play-”

“NO!” Junior stood, backing away from Clarissa. “Junior doesn’t want Mama! Junior wants Mama ALINA! Where is Mama? Why won’t Mama come?”

Tears began flowing down Junior’s small cheeks.

Alina couldn’t stand it anymore. She stepped into the playroom.

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