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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Going to the family dinner
Andrew's POVWeeks passed smoothly. The police continued their investigation on Sheila's attack, while Dante was still in a coma, heavily guarded by my security men.The police informed me they wanted to release my guards and the kitchen staff since they had no evidence to keep detaining them. Although I was disappointed with the police for not finding out who Dante's girlfriend was, I decided to let them go after James told me to, explaining that detaining all of them in the station wouldn't be much of a help for the investigation.Sheila was always at home, and ever since she returned from her parent's house, she seemed a bit distant and quiet, unlike her usual outspoken self.I was in a business meeting when my phone vibrated. I saw it was my father calling. After the meeting, I returned to my office and called him back."Hello, Father. I saw your call during an important business meeting.""That's okay. You need to come to the family house tonight. Your grandparents are hosting a
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Seeing the family
Sheila's POVAs I sat in the car with Andrew, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He looked very handsome in his black and gold tuxedo, which looked specially made for him. His hair was neatly styled, and he had this impeccable charm that was kind of hard to ignore.He was busy with his phone, but twice I caught him staring at me, making it a bit awkward when we both caught each other staring.After he finished with his phone, he turned to me. "This will be your first time meeting my family, so I want to give you a heads up. My grandparents are easy to get along with, but not to be taken lightly. My mother and sister are out of the country, and my father isn't very fond of you, but he won't disrespect or be rude to you.""Other relatives will be there, but you don't need to worry about them. Just stay close to me and be yourself, and everything will be fine."I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. It felt like I was being sent to meet sharks but being told they wouldn't bi
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Family dinner gone wrong
Andrew's POVWhat exactly was Gwen up to? Why would she ask Sheila such a question?"Gwen, this isn't the right time for that question, but if you must know, I—""Oh come on, brother, she has a mouth and can speak for herself. Why doesn't she answer the question?" Gwen interrupted, looking at Sheila.Sheila squeezed my hand under the table and smiled at me, indicating she could handle it.Turning to Gwen, Sheila replied, "You're right, Gwen. I wasn't Andrew's type when we first met, but I showed him that our love could grow stronger if we wanted it to. Today, I can proudly call him my husband, right honey?""Yes, my love," I replied and kissed her hand again. Why did I keep doing that? The first time she touched my chest, it felt wonderful, and I didn't want her to move her hand. Kissing her hand felt so natural, and I found myself doing it repeatedly, and enjoying it."Enough, Gwen," grandmother interjected firmly, halting Gwen's disrespectful attitude and disdainful glances towards
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife The fall
Sheila's POV All eyes were on me as I watched Gwen sneering at me. I knew her song was about me, but it made me wonder if Andrew had someone else he loved before he married me. I had never asked him about it. Someone like him probably wasn't single before he married me, right? Did he have a lover before he married me? Did that mean everything he told my father at the study were just lies? Was I just a cover for him to see his supposed lover? Were he and his lover plotting to kill me? So many thoughts were running through my mind as I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. I didn't even notice when someone grabbed my hand, making me gasp. “Don’t read too much into what Gwen just sang, my dear. Trust me, she does more than this to people she doesn't like.” I turned and saw Andrew's grandmother smiling warmly at me. “I-” I didn't know what to say as I looked at her with a confused expression. “Come on, let's get out of here. Walk with me to the gardens.” His grandmother
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife His decision
Andrew's POVAt the study……“What do you want us to talk about, Father? I need to go back there and make sure Sheila is fine. I swear I will make Gwen—”“Shut up and sit down!” my father roared angrily while my grandfather sat on his chair, staring at both of us.Why was my father so upset all of a sudden? What was going on?“I can no longer sit still and watch all this happening right before my eyes. Is something wrong with you, Andrew?” my father asked furiously.“What are you talking about, Father? I don't understand.”“That Sheila girl! Your mother told me she looked so much like Evelyn, but I refused to believe it because I wanted nothing to do with your wife, only to see that she is the exact replica of Evelyn! Did you make her undergo plastic surgery to look like your comatose wife?” my father questioned.“What! I would never do such a thing. Why would I want someone to undergo surgery to look like E
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Suspicious call
Andrew's POVMy eyes widened in astonishment at the position I found myself in with Sheila. It was as if time froze and I couldn't move.She didn't pull away but looked equally shocked. To my surprise, the light kiss felt incredible. Her lips were really soft, and I could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. The whole atmosphere ignited an unexpected spark within me, a spark that felt so divine, but everything fell apart when we heard a scream.“Get away from my brother! Do you want to hurt him?” Gwen's voice boomed loudly.She quickly pushed Sheila away and helped me stand. “Are you hurt, brother? I hope you didn't get injured?” she inquired, then turned to yell at Sheila, “How can you be so clumsy?”“Gwen, that's enough,” I tried to make her stop, but she wasn't even listening.“Is this how desperate you are? This is the only scheme you could come up with?” She kept yelling at Sheila.“Gwen, I said—”“Eno
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Meeting Alan
Phoebe's POV“Arrgh! Why won't he stop disturbing me?” I ignored Alan's call yet again and muted my phone. Glancing back at the computer, I began reading an article I had downloaded about Andrew Walker. I was surprised by his immense wealth - multiple private jets, chains of companies across the country, private islands, and luxurious yachts.Chuckling to myself, I imagined lounging on one of his yachts, sipping the world's finest wine, and having a blast party with my friends. I daydreamed of taking vacations to different countries four times in a year, or better yet, every month, since my soon to be husband could afford it.Oh my! Having Andrew Walker as a husband would really be a dream come true. I could just picture the envy in my friends' eyes when I became Mrs. Walker."Damn those journalists for spreading false rumors! I should be living this life already!" I lamented as I kept daydreaming about the luxurious life I wou
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife It's a trap
Sheila's POV"Mistress, your breakfast is ready," Anna knocked and entered my room. "Do you want it served here or-""I'll eat in my room, thank you," I replied.Anna sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. "What's going on, Mistress? Ever since you and Master came back from dinner, you hardly speak to each other. You've even stopped eating in the dining room just to avoid him.""I'm not avoiding him, I just prefer eating in my room lately," I defended myself, but Anna wasn't convinced."You even rushed back to your room as soon as you saw him coming down the stairs last night, and yet you said you weren't avoiding him?" Anna pointed out."How did you know that?" I asked, surprised.Anna chuckled. "I'm not the housekeeper here for nothing."Her tone suddenly turned serious. "Mistress, I know it's not my place to interfere, but whatever Master may have done to upset you, please consider forgiving him. He isn't per
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Sheila's POV Mom stood beside me, glancing around as we waited for Simeon. The tour guide had excused himself, saying he needed to get something, and had also left. Where Mom stood, someone suddenly bumped into her with enough force to make her stagger. “Mom!” I reached out, steadying her before she could fall. She clutched my arm for support, looking shocked by the sudden force. The woman who’d bumped into her didn’t even stop. She kept walking as if nothing had happened, her phone in hand as she kept chatting with God-knows-who. “Hey!” I called out, my voice sharp and cutting through the noise around us. “Watch where you’re going!” The woman stilled mid-step, her back rigid as she pocketed her phone. Slowly, she turned around, her gaze locking with mine. My breath caught when I saw her face. It was surprisingly... “Phoebe?” I called out. “Sheila?” she called out, equally surprised. “What are you doing here?” we both asked at the same time. I stared fully at her
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
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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
