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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
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife The Media's Uproar 2
Sheila's POVI sat back down, my legs wobbly, gripping Anna's phone tightly, unable to take my eyes off the screen. Everything seemed to spin, but I shook my head to focus.The video showed footage of me in bed with another man. Even though it didn't capture the man's face, my face was glaring in the video.As I watched, the horrifying memories came flooding back. Fiona had drugged me! She drugged me and allowed Alan to take me away! If Andrew hadn't intervened when he did, Alan would have been the one in the video.I wanted to scream, to lash out, but all I could do was sit there, paralyzed by the weight of the truth. My mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened if Andrew hadn't arrived in time. The very thought of Alan touching me made my skin crawl."Good day, everyone. My name is Phoebe Grayson, daughter of Mr. Stevenson Grayson, CEO of Grayson Company. I usually don't like talking about things like this online, but I think the time has come for me to do so," Phoebe beg
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Handling things
Andrew's POV“Master, the media….”“I know,” I cut off Zane as he stepped into the office with his tab, with a worried expression.Phoebe Grayson must really have guts to come online and utter this nonsense. I had wanted to prevent Sheila from knowing that she had been drugged, but this foolish Phone somehow got footage of the video and leaked it online.I should have instructed my men to check that room properly before we left! I'd make sure to teach the entire Grayson family a lesson they wouldn't forget in a long while. How was she able to get the message conversation and phone records between my parents and hers? They would all face my wrath!“Zane, have you instructed the IT team to take down the post?” “Yes, Master.”“Call for a press conference, I'll address this issue right now.”“A press conference? Master, I don't think it's ideal to do that now. Every blog has been carrying the news of Mistress'.... situation. I think it's best if you hold a board meeting with the directo
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'
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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Truth or Consequences
Phoebe's POV I stood there, my face stinging from Mr. Jeremy’s slap. My cheek burned, not just from the force but from the sheer humiliation of it all. I could barely process what had just happened. A slap? From Mr. Jeremy? I turned to him, eyes wide with shock. “Jeremy, how could you slap me? What did I do wrong?” I demanded, my voice trembling. His glare silenced me momentarily. “Keep your mouth shut, Phoebe,” he barked angrily in a sharp tone. “If you knew who Simeon was, you wouldn’t have dared to speak such nonsense about his friends. How dare you accuse them of theft!” I frowned, trying to regain some composure despite the growing whispers from the crowd. “Simeon?” I repeated, glancing at him before scoffing angrily. “I don’t care who he is or his relationship with them! I know Sheila and her mother too well to be fooled by whatever game they’re playing here!” Jeremy’s jaw tightened, but I pressed on, my voice louder this time. “Do you even know who Mia is?” I spat
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Justice or Humiliation
Phoebe's POVThis week had been so stressful and messy. Deadlines were piling up, my boss, Mr. Jeremy, kept asking for more than I could handle, and life generally hadn’t been so rosy since I got separated from Antonio and lost my father’s company. But now, as I stood watching Sheila and her mother struggle under the stares of the crowd, it felt like life was finally giving me a break. Meeting Sheila and her mother here was an unexpected twist of fate—a perfect opportunity to redirect all my pent-up stress. They were the perfect scapegoats I needed at that moment to make me forget my chaotic life, even if just for a while. I watched as Mr. Jeremy walked toward us. His steps were fast, and his face looked serious and strict. His eyes moved quickly over the scene, showing he was ready to take charge. My heart started beating faster—not because I was scared, but because I was excited. This was my chance to take control. “What’s going on here?” Mr. Jeremy’s sharp voice cut through
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Who to Believe
Simeon’s POVA few minutes ago...“You’ve really outdone yourself, Jeremy,” I said. “Taking this agency to global heights—it’s no small feat. You’ve built something extraordinary here.” Walking alongside the director of one of the world's leading modeling agencies, I couldn’t help but admire his success. The director smiled, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. “Thank you, Simeon. But I can’t take all the credit. Your support and investments have been quite instrumental. Without your belief in my vision, expanding on this scale would’ve been a far more difficult journey.” I gave him a small smile, waving off the compliment. “You give me too much credit. The success of your agency is due to your hard work and vision. I only saw the potential and backed it up.” He chuckled. “Well, let me return the favor. If this friend of yours you’re about to introduce me to is interested in modeling, I’d be more than happy to offer her a job immediately.” I laughed lightly, thinking about M
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Pickpocket
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,
