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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Husband to the Rescue
Sheila’s POVI sat by the pool, feeling so upset and unhappy. I had read more mean comments that I couldn't bear to read anymore, and had to come outside to clear my head.How could people be so mean? They didn't know me, yet they were all quick to judge and label me as the devil's spawn. Was it so easy for people to be deceived?I had contemplated making a video to defend myself, but Phoebe's exceptional acting skills of attempting suicide, coupled with Fiona's outburst, were enough to convince everyone that I was guilty.“Mistress! Mistress!” Anna called out, running toward me.“Not now, Anna, please, I don't want to talk about this. I just want to be left alone,” I quickly said.“But Mistress, you need to see this! Check your phone! The media—”“Is cursing me out and probably calling me a witch for making Phoebe attempt to end her life? The media is calling me a boyfriend snatcher whereas I was the one that was used and betrayed! I don't want to hear or see any of these anymore; I'
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife A beautiful night turned sour
Andrew's POVI had just finished talking with my father on the phone, assuring him that everything was fine. The media frenzy, the accusations, everything had been handled. As I dropped the call, my phone rang again. It was Sheila. Coincidentally, I had thought to call her after speaking with my father over the phone.“Hello, Andrew,” Sheila said softly, her voice wavering slightly. “I was wondering what you’d like for dinner tonight.”A rush of warmth spread through me. Sheila was calling to ask about dinner? It was such a simple thing, but it felt a bit….intimate. “Sheila, are you asking me what I’d like for dinner?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied, her voice tinged with a shy hesitation. “I thought… I thought it might be nice.”“That sounds good,” I replied. “How about we have something simple? Maybe pasta?”“Pasta it is,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll see you at home, then.”“I’m looking forward to it.”As I hung up the phone, I felt a familiar feeling—som
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Emotional Crossroads
Sheila's POVThe night had been filled with passion, but it all came crashing down suddenly. I had let my guard down and dared to dream, only to be punished for my foolishness.I felt like a fool, a big fool!Who was Evelyn? Probably his mistress or lover. Of course, a rich and handsome man like him would have someone to satisfy his desires. She must have been in his life long before I became his wife.I lay on my bed, thinking about the amazing, electrifying kiss we had just shared. I had allowed myself to hope, to dream of a future where Andrew and I could be more than just two people bound by circumstance.I thought we had a connection and that our feelings were growing. How could I have imagined a Cinderella happily ever after with Andrew?“Sheila, please open the door,” I heard Andrew's voice from the other side.I ignored him as I lay on my bed, refusing to move an inch.“Sheila,” he called out softly again.His voice brought fresh tears to my eyes. Why did I feel so heartbroken
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Close Call
Andrew's POV“Sheila, get down!” I shouted, pulling her into my arms to shield her.The sudden crack of a bullet shattering the car window sent my heart racing.“Arrgh!” Sheila screamed as I pushed her head down. I glanced around and saw that the car that had just shot at us had driven away.“Sheila, are you okay?” I asked, anxiously checking her over.Earlier, while waiting at a traffic light, I noticed a black car with tinted windows beside us, next to Sheila's side, and an uneasy feeling washed over me.I tried to ignore it, but when the tinted window rolled down and I saw two masked men inside, I knew we were in danger.“I’m fine, but the bullet grazed my arm,” Sheila said shakily, showing me her bleeding arm. Her face was pale, eyes wide and unblinking, filled with a mix of terror and disbelief. She was shaking uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.I held her hand, trying to comfort her while wondering how we had come under attack.I had decided to go out w
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Desperate Measures
Stevenson's POVI sat at the head of the table in the boardroom, trying to stay calm. The directors and shareholders glared at me with anger and contempt. I knew they blamed me and my family for the company's troubles and were ready to express their anger."You've ruined this company, Stevenson," Richard, one of the older directors, said, his voice cold and angry. "Your family's scandals are all over the news. No one wants to work with us anymore."Sarah, another director, added, "We've had to cancel so many projects. Our reputation is destroyed. Do you understand what that means?"My jaw tightened. "I understand, Sarah. But this is not just my fault. We all have a role in handling this crisis. I believe—""That's easy for you to say," Mark, a younger director, sneered, interrupting me. "Your family is the sole reason for this mess. Your daughter's suicide attempt video, your wife's outbursts, your son-in-law bankrupting the company because he's trying to protect the dignity of your o
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
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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
