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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
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Trailing Alfred
Andrew's POVWhat exactly was Alfred up to? This was the question that had been nagging at me for the last two days."Don't worry, I've got everything under control. He won't suspect a thing.”Those words sounded like someone secretly plotting behind my back. If Alfred was, then why would he betray me? I made sure he was well-paid, even more than other butlers in prestigious homes. He lacked nothing and had access to everything he wanted. Why would he ever think of betraying me?If he wasn't planning anything against me, then why the suspicious phone call? Could he really be the one who tried to kill Sheila in the house? Afterall, he worked in my house, knew every corner and everyone living there, and had military training with good fighting skills, making him a viable suspect.I trusted him completely and never suspected he could be involved in Sheila’s attack. The thought never even crossed my mind. If he was involved, did that mean he also knew about Evelyn?"Master, you sent for
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Sheila's plan
Sheila's POVI waited in my room for hours, watching for the sun to set. I spent a lot of time thinking about how to trick Anna into letting me go to my father's house. With what I had planned, I believed it would work.When evening came, I went to the bathroom to freshen up and then headed to my closet to get dressed.I spent more than half an hour in my closet, overwhelmed by the sea of clothes, thanks to Madam Eliza and Madam Cruz. They had completely overhauled my wardrobe after dressing me for the family dinner with Andrew a few days ago, replacing my 'rags' with high-end designer clothes. As I sifted through the options, I struggled to pick one outfit. Finally, I grabbed what seemed like the most ordinary T-shirt and threw it on, ready to head out. Little did I realize, this seemingly simple T-shirt was actually the latest model from a top designer's new collection.As I headed toward the door, Anna appeared, as expected. Sometimes, I wondered if she and Alfred had secret doors
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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
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Moving On 2
Simeon’s POVI leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching Sheila disappear into the building. My fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel as I sighed. She was trying so hard to hold it all together, but I could see through the tiny cracks in her armor. Three months might seem like a long time to some people, but for Sheila, it wasn’t enough to heal the wounds in her heart.Not that I blamed her. Andrew had been stupid—too stupid for his own good. He’d thrown away something precious. If he weren’t my brother, I might’ve given him the beating of his life by now. Even as my brother, I’d thought about it more than once… he didn’t deserve Sheila, not after the way he’d treated her. Over the past few months, Sheila and I had grown closer, and though she probably thought of me as just a friend, I couldn’t help but feel protective of her. Maybe even a little more than I should… like an older brother. I always found an excuse to visit this quiet town, just to see her smile. Even if
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Moving On
Sheila’s POV Three months later…….I blinked at the clock on my bedside table and groaned. 8:25 AM. How did I sleep in so late? My meeting was in less than forty-five minutes, and my car had broken down last night. Fantastic. Scrambling out of bed, I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up and get ready. This had to be the fastest record of me getting dressed! I quickly grabbed my phone and dashed out of my room, nearly tripping over a misplaced shoe. The smell of fresh steamed buns hit me as I hurried to the dining room. My mother stood by the table, gently humming her favorite song while arranging plates like we had all the time in the world. “Sheila, come sit down and eat,” she called, holding up a plate of her freshly made buns. “Not today, Mom!” I snatched a hot bun, juggling it from one hand to the other as I grabbed my bag from the chair. “Why can’t you have a proper breakfast like a civilized person?” she huffed, crossing her arms. “Because I’m running late for
