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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Aphrodisiac
Sheila's POV“Wake up, Sheila!”Where was I? And why was everything so dark that I couldn't see anything?“Wake up, Sheila!!”Where was this voice coming from? It sounded like my voice... how could I possibly be hearing my own voice? Was I dreaming or something?“Wake up, Sheila!!!”The voice yelled louder this time in my head, jolting me awake.Where was I?I felt the cold, chilly wind against my skin, making me shudder. I tried to open my eyes, but they were so blurry that I could barely keep them open.Where exactly was I?I could smell rain coming from outside and a disgusting nicotine odor that made me nauseous, coming from the room. I was in a room, right? But how did I get here?“Okay, this camera is ready. I just need to set the second one and get this done once and for all.”I heard a male voice from the room, which instantly caused me to panic. Who was in here with me? I tried to speak, but my throat was too parched to say a word. I looked around and noticed I was in an unfa
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Rescuing Sheila
Andrew's POV“Get away from my wife, you bastard!” I roared as I kicked down the door and saw a naked man trying to sleep with my wife.When Sheila’s GPS location led me to a guest house, I was suspicious at first, but decided to investigate. As soon as I arrived, I went straight to the receptionist."Excuse me, have you seen this woman?" I asked, showing Sheila’s picture.The receptionist glanced at the photo and then at me. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't give out information about our guests. It's against our policy."I kept my expression cold and motioned to the guards standing behind me. "Are you sure about that? I really need to know if she’s here."The receptionist's eyes flickered nervously between me and the guards. She hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Let me take another look at that photo... Yes, I think I saw her earlier today. She's in room B12, Sir, let me get the spare key.”She took out the key and before she could rise and accompany us, I snatched it and glared at h
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Karma
Sheila's POVI woke up slowly, my head feeling a bit fuzzy. As I opened my eyes and yawned, I smiled, recalling the dream I had last night. It was about a very handsome man with a well-toned body, who smelled amazing, and was incredibly good in bed, giving me the best, most pleasurable experience of my life.As I stretched, my hand touched someone's arm, making me freeze. Who did I just touch? I took a steady breath, trying not to panic as I gradually turned to see who was lying beside me. My heart pounded as I saw Andrew, naked and beside me.Oh my! I gasped and quickly covered my mouth as he stirred. How did this happen? I closed my eyes, and bits and pieces of last night started coming back. I remembered talking with Fiona, her smirk when she raised her glass, and then… everything else was a blur.I slowly lifted the covers and was mortified to find myself naked. The passionate, wild night I had with the handsome man in my dream wasn't a dream—it was real! I slept with Andrew!Feel
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Bankruptcy
Andrew's POVI slowly watched as Sheila got up from the bed and tiptoed out of my room carrying some of her clothes and purse. I had wanted to say something but decided not to. This wasn't the right time to speak with her yet.I went to the bathroom and freshened up, thinking about last night. How did I lose control of my urges? I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't enjoy it, but the image of Evelyn lying on the hospital bed made guilt slowly creep up on me.For the first time in five years, I had cheated on my wife. The sexual urge, Sheila's tears, her soft body, and beautiful wavy black hair, the way she pleaded for more as I was inside her, the way she clawed at my back when she orgasmed... I remembered it all.I reached for my back and could still feel the marks of her beautiful long fingers there. The way she screamed my name and rode me wild last night, grinding her hips rhythmically on me, made me almost lose my mind.I had not been gentle with her last night. It was as if
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Misunderstanding him
Sheila's POVReading the news this morning left me in shock. How could two companies go bankrupt overnight? Not just my father's company, but also Alan's family company! How did this happen?I kept searching online until I found a press interview with Alan Blackwood. I clicked on the video, saw his bruised face, and gasped in surprise.Images of Andrew punching Alan quickly flashed my mind before I could hold on to it, making me wonder if it was Andrew that had truly done this to Alan.Alan…I remembered mentioning his name last night and another image of struggling with him flashed in my mind. I really needed to know what happened last night.I focused on the video and heard Alan accusing Andrew of bullying me and targeting his company for no reason. The media was now calling Andrew a bully who abused his power.I needed to understand what was going on. I got dressed and went to Andrew's room to confront him, and I immediately re
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Black Sheep of the Family
Alan's POV“This unfilial, useless child! What is wrong with you?” my father yelled as he entered the hospital room where I was. I flinched as I saw the person I most dreaded, coming into the ward in an angry expression.“Darling, please calm down. He's still trying to recover,” my mother tried to defend me, but my father cut her off.“Don't tell me to calm down! You've always indulged him! That's why he always brings bad luck to our family!” my father yelled furiously.I dropped the bowl of porridge I was eating and lowered my head, bracing for what was coming next.“I told you not to bring this bastard into our family, Maria, but you insisted! You convinced me to accept him! Since he joined the company, everything has gone downhill. I even sent him to one of our lower subsidiaries, hoping he would change, but what did he do? He upset the CEO of Walker Enterprises! Of all people, he chose to anger Walker Enterprises!”“Darling,
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Stevenson's rage
Phoebe’s POVI kept tapping my leg on the ground, feeling anxious and clearly upset. Mom was on the phone with someone, and I tried to wait patiently for her to finish her conversation while thinking about what to do.“This is a really big mess, Phoebe,” my mother said, drawing my attention to her.“What did he say, Mom? Is Uncle Philip going to help us?” I asked immediately.Mom sighed and sat down beside me. “The issue is way more complicated than we thought. If what the media says is true and Mr. Andrew Walker is behind all this, then we don't really stand a chance. Walker Enterprises has a lot of connections in the country, and most companies are afraid of them. We might lose more than just clients.”I stood up and angrily stomped my foot on the ground. “Why would Mr. Andrew do this to us? Does he forget we're Sheila's family? What kind of man in his right mind would make his wife's family go bankrupt?”Mom went silent for a brief moment before speculating, “I think all this happe
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife The Media's uproar
Sheila's POV "Mistress, dinner is ready," Anna announced as she came into my room."I'm not hungry," I replied tiredly. I expected her to leave and let me be, but she stayed."But you missed breakfast and lunch. Do you want to skip dinner too? Master won't be happy about this," She said as she sat by the edge of the bed."Are you more worried about what your Master thinks or about my health?" I snapped without thinking.I turned and saw the hurt on her face, though she tried to hide it. What was wrong with me? I shouldn't have snapped at her that way."I'm sorry, Anna. I didn't mean to snap at you; I've just not been myself lately,” I quickly apologized to her.Remembering what happened this morning between me and Andrew had left me in a bad mood all day.I wasn't sure if it was the doctor's prescription or the fact that Andrew didn't check on me after I left his room that upset me more.Did that mean he didn't care about me? I expected him to follow me and offer an explanation, but
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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Weekend Surprise
Simeon's POVAs we packed up the food, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that I hadn't experienced in years. My heart raced with excitement. A family picnic? I’d never had one in my life. The thought of spending an entire day with Sheila and her mom—laughing, eating, and simply being together—felt surreal. It was a feeling I didn’t want to let go of, and I’d decided to take things one step further. “All right, ladies,” I announced as I helped them into the car. “I’ve got the perfect place in mind for this picnic, a little getaway.” Sheila frowned, her brow furrowing as she buckled her seatbelt. “Getaway? Simeon, this is just supposed to be a picnic. What are you talking about?” Mia and I exchanged a knowing glance. This was the part where Sheila would start protesting, but we were already prepared. “It’s Saturday,” I said casually, pulling onto the road. “I figured we could make this a mini vacation—stay ove
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Third wheel
Sheila's POV The smell of something sweet wafted through the air, pulling me out of my room and straight toward the kitchen. I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and smiled. “Mom, are the cookies ready yet?” I asked, hoping she’d let me sneak a taste. She glanced over her shoulder, an apron tied snugly around her waist. “Almost,” she replied, her hands busy rolling out dough. I stepped closer and tied on an apron of my own. “Let me help then. You’re always saying teamwork makes the dream work.” She chuckled as I joined her at the counter, and we worked side by side, kneading and shaping the dough. Halfway through, while the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, Mom turned to me with a sly smile. “Should I make an extra batch?” she asked casually, but I could see her eyes glinting mischievously. “You know, since these are Simeon’s favorites.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Mom, is Simeon a buffalo you’re p
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife His Past and Present
Andrew's POV Evelyn headed to her room before I could even mention Simeon's name, and slammed the door really hard, leaving no room for further confrontations.I stood motionless, my fists clenched at my sides. I couldn’t bring myself to call her back or say another word. Not after what she had revealed. She had heard me mutter Sheila’s name in my sleep.When did this happen? And why hadn’t Evelyn confronted me sooner? The thought gnawed at my mind, making me feel guilty.Was it something I had dreamt unconsciously, or was it the part of me I’d tried so desperately to suppress surfacing in the worst possible way?I turned and headed to the study. The air inside the room was stifling, but it matched the suffocating weight on my chest. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, poured myself a glass, and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol was sharp, but it did little to dull the chaos in my head.Opening the balcony door, I let the cool night air wash over me. I sank into
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife One Text, One Choice
Evelyn’s POVI bent down slowly, my fingers trembling as I picked up one of the pictures Andrew had thrown at me. My heart raced as the image in my hand sent a chill down my spine. It was a photo of me holding Simeon’s hand. How… how did Andrew get this? When I had sarcastically asked if he was stalking me earlier, I hadn’t expected him to actually do it. But here it was—evidence that he’d hired someone to follow me. I clenched the photo in my hand, my shock instantly turning into anger. Without thinking, I threw it back at him, and asked in a sharp voice,“What is this, Andrew? Am I a prisoner in your house now? A prisoner who can’t step outside without the warden’s permission?” Andrew remained unmoved, his expression cold and stern. “This isn’t about being a prisoner, Evelyn. What exactly were you doing with Simeon?” His question stung, not because I didn’t have an answer, but because of the sheer audacity of it. What did he think I was doing with Simeon? I took a deep bre
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife A Fractured Trust
Andrew’s POV I stood in the shadows, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching as Evelyn quietly slipped into the house. She moved carefully, shutting the door gently, as if trying not to wake anyone. The faint click echoed in the silence, and I waited, my patience thinning with every passing second. She didn’t see me. Her focus was on the stairs, her steps light but quick. It was clear she wanted to get to her room without encountering anyone. But she wouldn’t get that luxury tonight. “Where have you been, Evelyn?” My low, sharp voice immediately broke the stillness. She froze mid-step, clutching her bag tightly. A startled shriek escaped her lips as she turned abruptly, her wide eyes searching the shadows until they landed on me. “Andrew!” she exclaimed. “Why would you do that? You scared me!” I didn’t answer, didn’t move. I just stood there, letting the silence stretch between us. Her brows furrowed as she stepped down from the stairs she was about to climb,
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Meeting up with Claire
Evelyn's POV I stood there, frozen, my hands clenched into fists as I watched Simeon leave with Sheila. My chest heaved with every breath, the anger bubbling inside me. My eyes burned with the rage coursing through me. How could he? How dare he? When I learned about Sheila, I felt this desperate need to meet her. I had to see for myself what made her so special—why she seemed to be at the center of everything. But every time I tried, something came up, and I was kept away. It felt like the universe was conspiring to keep us apart. Today, I’d had enough. I snuck out of the house, driving for hours, determined to meet this woman who had somehow managed to get involved with everything—or rather, everyone—that used to matter to me. What I didn’t expect was to run into Simeon. Seeing him after all this time—it should have felt like a reunion, a moment of happiness. Instead, his coldness pierced through me like a dagger. Why her? Why Sheila? A woman he barely knew compared to
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Manipulation
Sheila's POVAs I stepped out of the building with Simeon, I felt the cool breeze hit my skin. Simeon was quiet beside me, his expression unreadable as we walked to the car. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I stayed silent, giving him the space he seemed to need. When we got into the car, Simeon gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He didn’t turn the ignition or say a word, just stared straight ahead. I could tell the confrontation with Evelyn had drained him. It wasn’t just about meeting her unexpectedly—it was about the love, betrayal, and unresolved feelings she represented. I didn’t blame him for being lost in thought. After what felt like an eternity, I glanced at him, hesitating before softly asking, “Are you alright?” He blinked, as if coming out of a trance, and managed a faint smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, but I could hear the strain in his voice. Feeling a pang of guilt, I began to apologize. “I’m sorry, Simeon. I had no idea she was Mrs. Asher. I sh
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Seeing her again
Simeon's POVThe moment I walked into the grand lobby, my eyes scanned the surroundings in search of Sheila. I didn’t expect the scene that greeted me. Just across the room, I spotted them: Sheila and Evelyn... together. How was this possible? What was Evelyn doing in this part of town? I stared at Evelyn, and saw how beautifully well she had recovered ever since I last saw her at the hospital. My heart seemed to have skipped a beat, watching her so full of life and vigor.Seeing her seated across from Sheila, looking at Sheila as if she was a piece of garbage, set off alarm bells in my head. I'd always known Evelyn to be sharp and outspoken....what was she saying to Sheila?I buried my emotions deep within my heart and walked closer, unnoticed for now, catching the tail end of Evelyn’s words, her tone dripping with disdain. “...what happens when Simeon gets tired of you, too? Who will you latch on to? Let me guess… their grandfather?” Sheila stood frozen, her face pale and sp
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Mrs Asher
Sheila's POV As I walked into the grand lobby of the building, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, I felt a wave of nervousness was through me.The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume. Everything about this place screamed wealth and splendor.Clutching my bag tightly, I approached the reception desk. The woman seated behind it gave me a polite smile. “I’m here for a meeting with Mrs. Asher,” I said to the woman.She nodded and gestured toward the lounge area. “Welcome, Ma’am. You’ll find her at the table near the window.” “Oh, okay, thank you very much,” and made my way toward the spot she indicated. My eyes scanned the tables until they landed on a woman seated in the corner. She was quite hard to miss.She wore a long scarf tied elegantly around her neck, its silk edges catching the light. Her oversized black sunglasses concealed much of her face, but her posture and demeanor were undeniably poised. Something about
