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Desperate Measures
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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Unexpected demands
Sheila's POV I woke up feeling groggy. My head felt heavy, and my injured hand was a bit sore. I sat up slowly, trying to remember what happened the night before. I recalled last night's attack and quickly shook my head, not wanting to remember how scared I had felt when I was shot at. Just then, Anna walked in with a tray of breakfast. She smiled warmly as she set the tray on the bedside table. “Good morning, Mistress. How are you feeling?”“Better, I think,” I replied.As I shifted, I noticed a warm blanket covering me that I didn’t remember having before and assumed Anna had placed it on me.“Thank you for taking care of me.”Anna shook her head. “It wasn’t me, Mistress. Master stayed up all night with you, and when you complained of feeling cold, he asked me to get a warm blanket for you as he was worried about your health.”I blinked in surprise, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. Andrew? I hadn’t expected that. I knew he said he would stay to take care of me, but I had
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Defending boundaries
Andrew's POV I walked out of Sheila's room, anger boiling in my veins. Her father's audacity and arrogance had crossed a line I couldn’t ignore any longer. I had quietly come to Sheila's room to check up on her thinking she might be asleep, only to hear the conversation between her and her shameless father which was just too irritating. I slammed the office door behind me and grabbed my phone, dialing Dr. Augustine's number immediately. "Dr. Augustine, it's Andrew. There is someone I need you to take care of; I'll send you the details later.Transfer her to the best hospital in town and make sure she's adequately been taken care of by the best doctors and nurses. I'll send you her details as soon as possible and spare no expense," I said firmly. "Consider it done, Sir. I'll make the arrangements immediately.” I hung up and tried to regain my composure. It seemed Stevenson hadn't learnt his lesson after I made his company go bankrupt and publicly announced that my wife wasn't so
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Fear of the Unknown
Alan's POVI was pacing back and forth in my room, going over my plan for the umpteenth time, making sure there were no mistakes. If I could pull this off, maybe I could get back in my father’s good graces and avoid being disowned.As I was deep in thought, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen and saw Phoebe’s name. She was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.I wasn't ready for her usual nonsense and arguments, but her calls had become so persistent that she even started using unknown numbers to reach me. Finally fed up, I decided to answer this time to get her off my back.“Hello?” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.“Alan!” Phoebe’s voice was sharp and accusatory. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls? Are you out of your mind? Why didn’t you tell me it was Mr. Walker in the video, not you?”“Phoebe, I don’t have time for this—”“No, you listen to me!” she interrupted. “Do you know you’ve messed things up for me? You should have told me it was
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Unveiling the Night
Andrew's POVI'd been anticipating this night for a while, though attending Alan’s company charity event was never something I thought I'd be excited about. But tonight felt different. There was a certain satisfaction in knowing that the evening would be unforgettable, especially with what I had planned.I found Sheila in the living room, nervously pacing with the invitation in her hand."Why do you want us to go to Alan's event?" she asked hesitantly. "It doesn’t seem like something you’d usually care about."She was right—it wasn’t my kind of event. But I wasn’t going to let Alan enjoy the evening without us being there. I stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know it seems strange, but trust me, Sheila. I've got it all under control."Her eyes searched mine, filled with doubt. "What if they laugh at me? I don’t belong in that world, Andrew. Even when I was with Alan, I never went to those dinner parties because he thought I’d embarrass him with my poor educa
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Unveiling the night 2
Alan's POV I stood confidently at the center of the charity event, basking in the attention. This was supposed to be a moment of pride, another success to add to my list. I had taken my time to select the most pitiful videos of orphanage and disabled homes in order to gain the sympathy of the audience so as to achieve my aim.I was already hearing gasps and murmurs to prove that they were moved by the poor state of the children being displayed, but the next thing I heard was my father's angry voice."You bastard! What's the meaning of this?”Why was he looking like an angry bull? I watched as the crowd pointed at the big screen and threw disdainful, hateful glances at me. Confused, I turned to the screen, wondering why they looked upset and I was horrified.I felt the color drain from my face as the images of Phoebe and me filled the screen, the sound echoing across the room.The video wasn’t the promotional content we had prepared. No, it was Phoebe's sex video being displayed! To
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Shattered reality
Phoebe’s POV I stood outside my mother’s bedroom, holding the fashion magazine in my hand. I had spent hours flipping through its pages, and had marked a few pieces from the latest collection by my favorite designer. The excitement bubbling within me was almost too much to contain. I couldn’t wait to show her the clothes I wanted to get for my friend's birthday party. I knew money was a bit tight due to the company's financial situation, but I knew how to press my mother's buttons to get her to get me the clothes. But as I pushed open the door and stepped inside, the atmosphere felt…off. My mother stood by the window, her back rigid, hands clenched at her sides. She turned slowly to face me, and the coldness in her eyes made my heart skip a beat. “Mom, look at—” My words were abruptly cut off by the sting of her hand slapping my cheek. The magazine slipped from my fingers, landing on the floor. I was too stunned to react, my mind scrambling to understand what had just happened.
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Silent Confession
Sheila's POVThe drive back to the house was thick with silence. I stared out the window, the trees blurring past as the car sped down the road. “Are you okay?” Andrew’s voice broke the silence, soft and full of concern.He glanced at me a few times, probably concerned by how I had withdrawn into myself. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t turn to meet them. I couldn’t.I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The truth was, I wasn’t okay. I was far from okay. My heart ached, and my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the day I caught Alan and Phoebe together after I watched their leaked video. It was like an old wound had been torn open, and no matter how much I tried to hold it together, the pain kept seeping through.I could still see them, tangled up in each other, the shock and betrayal hitting me like a tidal wave. I had thought I was over it—over them. But seeing that video… It was like it happened all over again. The disbelief, the hurt, the anger. It was all there, gnawing at
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Antonio Ricardo
Phoebe’s POVI sat on the floor, my back pressed against the grand piano, feeling like my world was falling apart. The marble beneath me was cold, which contradicted the storm of emotions raging inside. How did I end up here? Mom was pacing the room, her phone glued to her ear as she tried to fix the mess I’d made. She kept making calls upon calls trying to fix everything, but deep down, I knew there was no fixing this. The video was out there, and no amount of phone calls could change that.“Miss Phoebe, your juice,” Gia, our maid, said quietly, holding out a glass.I looked up, already annoyed, and the sight of the pale juice in the glass made my blood boil. “I asked for orange juice,” I snapped.Gia hesitated, her hand shaking slightly. “But Miss, you asked for apple juice earlier.”“I did not! What's wrong with you? Can't you get things right? Are you deaf? I said I want orange juice!” I yelled angrily at her, slapping the glass out of her hand. It hit the floor, shattering into
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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
