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Choosing My Billionaire Husband Eighty-two
Cassie: At once, a wave of anger at every one of them flashed through me. So Kayden had people spying on me. And of all people, it just had to be Don he used, the person I was dumb enough to think was a trustworthy person. I should have seen the signs that day from the way he had treated the girl who claimed to be his girlfriend, but like the naive person I was, I had taken his side. “What do you want?” I asked him after a while, unable to say anything else. I didn't understand why he would agree to help Davis, right after Kayden’s men had roughed him up since they worked together. Perhaps, he didn't know about that part. Regardless, it didn't make any difference if he knew or not. He had the guts to look surprised at my question. “What do you mean?” “You came when I called and you helped us out. Why did you bother doing all of that? Is that part of your grand plan with Kayden?” “What the hell are you even talking about?” His unjustified anger was pissing me off. “Is that wha
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Davis opened his lips to say something, but no words came out. I rubbed his head and shushed him, begging him not to speak or cause himself any more pain. He whimpered against me, trying to tell me something, but I only hugged him and let him know I was no longer mad at him. Finally believing me, he allowed himself to relax in my bosom. The doctor watched us with interest from the side of the door and his unwavering stare soon became uncomfortable. At first, his concern for us had been welcome, but now it only made me feel uneasy. After everything I had gone through at the hands of all the people around me, no one could blame me for being unable to trust anyone. He caught me staring back and smiled, before walking up to us. “If you're not comfortable here, I can refer him to a better ward, since his case is no longer an emergency.” I agreed, hoping the new ward would give us some privacy both from the doctor and the chaotic confusion going on around us. It ended up being just as go
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Eighty-four
Davis seemed to be getting better and better after about a week passed, and his wounds began to heal up pretty quickly. I rarely went back to my house but stayed by his side and sometimes even shared the big bed with him at night. Lisa began to get worried when she only heard from me and not Davis, but by the time she realized something was really amiss, she was already back in California. Once Davis could speak again, I convinced him to speak with her and he did. He was very relieved I hadn't told anyone about his condition. I couldn't believe he was more worried about his reputation after he had been beaten up by four men than he was about actually getting better. After a few days at the hospital, I offered to take over some of the things the nurses did for him, like wrapping and unwrapping his bandages, changing his sheets, cleaning him up, and making sure he took his pills. Rest assured he absolutely hated it at first and blatantly refused me seeing him like that, but when I di
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Eighty-five
"So tell me everything about Michigan!" Gloria squealed and placed her hands under her chin, giving me all her attention once again. I told her everything except my meeting with Kayden and his involvement in my husband's injury. "So how did the master convince you to come back to him? I wish I could have been there to witness it all." I was very tempted to tell her everything because she was just that easy to talk to, but I had to be really careful. Not only were the circumstances something I wanted to keep stashed away from my memory forever, but I wasn't ready to spill yet. So, I stuck to telling her the good sides and cutting out everything that could potentially make my story painful. "That's so beautiful," she said. "I just feel bad because you had to suffer so much at first. You cut off communication from everyone. The master and your father and even the guards were so worried." "Yeah," I muttered when something she said caught my attention. "What makes you think I had to su
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"When you left, I thought I would lose my mind,” he said, his previously amused expression turning serious. “I'm so happy you agreed to come back with me.” He held my hand tenderly. “Thank you.” “Anytime,” I said, smiling. The chicken soup was almost finished by now, so I kept it away by the side of the bed. “Let's go see a movie,” I told him, pulling him up with me to the movie room. “Right now?” he whined, holding his bent waist. “What's wrong with this place?” “It's not romantic enough.” I shrugged and his eyes widened. He stood up immediately, standing straighter than I had ever seen him since his injury. “Nothing is going to happen so don't get too excited,” I said when I realized the reason for his excitement. He pressed his lips together in protest, but followed me without another word. The movie room looked smaller than I remembered. Most of the time I was here, I had been either drunk, depressed, or both so perhaps that contributed to how I viewed it now. I pulled the
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Eighty-seven
It was the third day since I returned to California, and Gloria was teaching me how to prepare her chicken soup recipe. To say I was confused would be an understatement. No matter how many times she showed me how to do it, I always ended up messing something up. I saw the frustration she masked behind a tight smile as she encouraged me, knowing if we could exchange places she would have cursed me out.It had been three days since my return here and I had not stepped out of the house ever since. Somehow, I didn't notice. I wasn't a social butterfly, so apart from work and a few other necessary tasks I had to do in the past, I rarely ever had any reason to step out of the house in the first place. IThe solace being in the house brought was great, enjoyable even. I was never bored for a second because I had convinced Davis to remain with me for at least a whole week so he could fully recover before going back to work and he had reluctantly agreed. I spent almost every waking moment wit
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Eighty-eight
“Are you leaving?” Gloria asked me as I moved to my room and began to dress up. “You asked me to answer the phone and I did,” I said. “This is the result of answering the phone.” “OK,” she said, standing by the door and watching me. I pulled down two dresses from the closet and raised them both at arm’s length to determine which one I would wear. “The red one seems fine,” Gloria told me. I pressed my eyelids together. All of this, something about it was getting on my nerves. “I didn't ask you,” I said, facing her squarely and she looked hurt. “You can leave. I know how to dress myself and I don't need your help.”“Oh, I…I’m sorry,” she said, but she didn't leave. I kept my hands on my waist and watched her for a whole minute or two and she had the guts to look uncomfortable. “Sorry, I know it's not my place but I know your father to some extent.” “OK?” I prodded impatiently, wondering where she was going with this unsolicited information. “I know you both have your differenc
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Eighty-nine
At that moment, I was filled with so much hatred for my mother, for what she had done to the man she had vowed to spend forever with. How selfish could she be? “It'll be okay,” I told him, awkwardly reaching out to pat his shaking back but backing out at the last second. I didn't have that kind of relationship with my dad, unfortunately. He kept his head turned down for several more minutes and I waited for him to cry it out. I was mad at my mother for leaving my father, but I was also disappointed in her for leaving me as well. Something this life-changing had happened and she never bothered to reach out to me, even if it happened to be by text message. “It hasn't been, but I believe you,” he said finally, raising his head and giving me a weak smile. Apart from his red-tinted eyes, there were no other signs he had been crying. “Let's discuss something nicer,” he said, tapping the chair and sitting up straight. “How does it feel to be back?” “Great,” I replied honestly. “It’s gre
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Five years later: Cassie’s POV:I stared into the glittering eyes of my baby girl as she struggled to make them stay open while I read her a bedtime story. She was just as stubborn as her father, fighting sleep even though that was what she needed. “And they lived happily ever after, the end,” I said. By the time I was done with the bedtime story, sleep had won. Although my daughter was asleep, I couldn’t stop watching her I rubbed her head and stared into her face, smiling when I saw the close resemblance she shared with her father. “You’re lucky I married a handsome man,” I whispered, still not ready to leave my baby girl’s side. “I love you,” I said and kissed her on her forehead, before turning to leave the room. “Jeez!” I gasped when I saw Davis standing by the door with his hands in his both pockets, smiling down at me. I turned back immediately to see if I had woken Ivory up, but luckily she was such a deep sleeper. “You scared me,” I whispered. “Come,” he said, stretchi
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Davis’s POV:Do what’s right. I knew what that meant, and I didn’t like it. But she asked me to do it for her. How could I possibly say no to her? There was nothing I couldn’t do for her. I realized that now. The fact both warmed and scared me. Never had anyone had this much power over my choices but I had to admit it did feel strangely good. Here I was, driving down to meet Kayden, but this time with a different intention from what I would have liked to do. I was quite surprised to still see him there, sitting on the same swing bench he had been sitting on several hours ago when I found my wife next to him. This was going to be extremely difficult. I took a deep breath. I had to be really careful not to flip out and ruin the whole plan. “This is for you, baby,” I whispered to myself before leaving the car. Kayden flinched a little when he saw me approach, but when he saw there was nowhere to run, he remained where he was sitting and pretended to look unbothered by my presence
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Davis’s POV: I don’t know how long I was passed out for, but when I woke up, I found myself alone in a big bland room that had no windows. It didn’t take long for everything to click into place. Even though my head was pounding like it was about to explode, I could still put the pieces together. I had been kidnapped. It was a bit embarrassing though. I was supposed to be experienced and intelligent. How could I have let myself be tricked so easily? I remained on the floor where I was and hoped my head would stop hurting so bad. What happened to using chloroform to make me unconscious? Why did my attacker have to go old school and knock me out with a blunt object? It felt personal, like whoever had done it, purposely wanted me to feel pain. I should have never underestimated him. Of course the timelines clicked in place. Why did I let Lisa come with me? He had cleverly used her to get to me. Now I was here, I wondered what he planned to do with me. He had almost taken my life the
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Three
Davis’s POV:Surprisingly, my relationship with Cassie changed for the better after my few hours stay in the hospital. She felt terrible for what she had done, but the action made her see how dangerous it was to believe one side alone. It was just as I suspected. Her father had gone ahead to change the contract entirely. It had nothing to do with money because I had given him more than enough money to start something for himself. He was not unreasonably wicked either, so it had to be something else. When I read the fake contract and found how Kayden’s greatest qualities were mentioned over and over, I knew who was responsible. Simply knowing with no proof though, was not enough. I had to teach that scoundrel a lesson or he would just disappear for a while and return again to be a thorn in our flesh. Fortunately, Cassie had been easy to convince. I think it because she felt terrible after sending me to a hospital, even after I assured her continually that it wasn’t her fault. I di
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Two
If I said I knew what I was doing, I would be lying. I was in the car with Rufus, who was taking me to only God knows where, and I had no idea where Davis was or how he was doing. After everything that had happened these past few days, I had disassociated a little from reality and this was proof of that fact. There was nothing I could do except sit and watch after all. Look where trying to act on my own had got me. “I just got off from a call with the boss,” Rufus said, swerving to the right. “He says I should take you to meet him at Palm Greens.” I turned away, distracting myself with the view of the palm trees and other cars we passed. I didn’t know where Palm Greens was. Maybe it was the place where he had captured Davis and the others. I didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t bear to see my husband in that position again, or worse, Lisa. A feeling of dread washed over me as I began to realize just how serious this was. Kayden did not believe he had done anything wrong. I w
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I waited until Rufus was completely out of the house before speaking. I didn’t have a plan yet, but I wasn’t dumb enough to follow him to meet Kayden. Who knew what that psychopath would do with me? “Leave, now,” I told my father as I untied Gloria from the chair. My father stood still as if he hadn’t heard me. I really didn’t have the time for this. “Why are you still standing there?” I asked him. “Hurry up so you both can leave while you still can.” “It can’t be that easy, Cass,” he said. “He’ll find us soon enough or Kayden will send someone else after us.” I groaned in frustration. “So what do you expect me to do? Follow him?”“I’m not saying that, but…”“You want to die!” I screamed, running my hand through my hair, a habit I had learned from Davis. “Isn’t it better to try than to just stand around and wait to be killed? I don’t know what you expect me to do, but I’m not following anyone anywhere. We’re all escaping one way or another and it’s fine if you don’t want to follo
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As this was not the first time I had walked away from my father in anger, it neither felt good nor painful. I was just tired of the whole thing. I had no idea what was going on inside or what he was trying to hide, but at this point, I no longer wanted to find out. He was old enough to deal with his issues on his own and I was done being on the receiving end of his selfishness. He didn’t try to stop me and that was a clue that if he left the house, something bad would probably happen to him. Come to think of it, ever since I returned to California, I didn’t think he had ever left the house. I was tired of overthinking and watching my every step. I was tired of second-guessing my place in everybody’s life and wondering who was secretly a traitor and who wasn’t. I just wanted to live my life normally and peacefully, but my ex-boyfriend had made it his mission to make me keep looking over my shoulder. I wished Kayden could just disappear somehow. I didn’t care how, I just wished he an
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Ninety-nine
Before I could say anything in response, my phone began to ring. I saw it was a call from Kayden and I froze. I let it ring and go to voicemail, because even though I was mad at him, I could still remember what he had done to me and I wasn’t sure I wasn't ready to face him yet. “Who was that?” my father asked, craning his head to look into my phone. “No one,” I said quickly, reducing the volume of my phone and placing it in my bag. “You asked how we can know for sure whether Kayden was the reason I lost my baby or not?” I asked him, giving him a chance to take back his words. He looked away. “It may not have been him. The baby may have already been weak…i don't know how these things work but…” “I just told you he kicked me repeatedly on the stomach and I started to bleed. You're telling me I should believe the kicking had nothing to do with me losing my baby?” I asked, now more disappointed than ever. Even if he was being forced to do this, what could be at stake for him to say su
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Ninety-eight
“Cassie dear. I'm so happy you're here,” my father said, looking from side to side after I showed up at his door unexpectedly. “Come on in.” I took my steps in carefully, sucking in a breath to remind myself I needed to remain as calm as possible. “Sit down,” he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “What would you like to drink?” “Nothing. Don't worry yourself.” He nodded and sat down facing me. I glanced around the room to ease some of the discomfort I was beginning to feel. “I see you cleaned this place up.” “Yeah, my…yes I did,” he said. “I'm sorry for your loss.” We sat in awkward silence for more moments as I tried to gather my thoughts. It had been three days since Davis was discharged from the hospital and the press had been on our necks ever since. I didn't know what they were talking about because I had blocked every single news outlet from my phone. That wasn't a lasting solution, but it was working for now. On the other hand, my father had probably been swall
