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Choosing My Billionaire Husband Fourteen
He left the room without letting me speak. I remained on my knees on the floor, angry at myself and everything else. So I wasn't going to see Kayden when he woke up, just because of a stupid party I hadn't even enjoyed being at. Scratch that. The only reason I couldn't see Kayden was because I was married to the most unfair man ever. He had the right to disappear for days with no explanation, but I couldn't leave the house without his permission. He didn't even like me. What did he need me around all the time for? Or was it part of what was stipulated in that stupid contract? A contract nobody had even given me the privilege to go through and approve. Feeling a sudden rush of anger, I stood up and pushed down the TV which hung in my room. My hands were shaking. I felt like a child throwing a tantrum and I was sick and tired of being treated like a child. However, pushing the TV had felt good. I began to throw things and break them, not even caring about their value until my room
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Fifteen
Davis' POVAs I stood by her door just as I'd been doing for days, I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Please break down the door, master!" Gloria cried from beside me. I stared straight ahead, making sure she didn't notice I was just as petrified as she was, maybe even more. "Please!" she continued begging and I could hear the pain in her voice. This was very serious because the old Gloria could not even look me in the face not to talk of asking me to do something repeatedly. "She hasn't eaten or spoken in days. What if she slipped and broke her head? Or something worse happened?" Hearing her say all this only made me more uncomfortable. If I broke the door down, then everyone would know I was afraid something bad had happened to her. I didn't want to go to such an extreme. "Then her body would have been smelling by now," I said and tried to keep the image I'd just painted out of my head. Gloria, the maids, and my mother looked at me in horror after they heard me. But
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Sixteen
I woke up with a throbbing headache that wanted to split my head in half. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was seeing clearly. The white-colored walls with medical supplies everywhere only meant one thing.I was in a hospital. I winced in pain as the last events that had occurred returned to me all at once. My father calling out my name, Gloria begging me to open the door and Davis not giving two fucks whether I lived or not. But then, what was I doing in a hospital, connected to an IV tube? And why did my head feel like it was going to explode? "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just didn't want you to leave. I promise I'll never let that happen again. I'll make it up to you. I just can't lose you..." A memory…I wasn't so sure. Davis could never say those words to me, even if I was unconscious and he thought I was dying. Maybe my brain was just replaying what it thought I wanted to hear. The door swung open and the familiar-looking doctor came in. She smiled when she
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Seventeen
"How exactly does a new heart affect his brain? What's the connection?" I asked the doctor once I was wheeled back into my ward. I knew it was in no way her fault, but I was so dejected, I wasn't thinking straight. "I tried to warn you before you left," she stated. "It's a case that happens in over fifty percent of heart transplant cases. Postoperative Cognitive Dysfunction." "What does the fancy medical lingo mean? Does that mean he's never going to recognize me again? He's lost his memory forever?" I was panting heavily and my legs had become so weak that I had to collapse on the bed. Why had the entire universe conspired to ruin me? The only person whose recovery my life depended on did not even remember who I was. The person for whom I'd married a monster like Davis could not recognize me. This was even worse than almost dying. "Calm down," she said, going closer to the door, obviously in a hurry to leave. "I have other patients with cases I have to look into, so I'll just te
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Eighteen
I followed after him, trying to ignore the crippling anxiety that nagged my entire being. I was limping, in pain, and tired, but I didn't stop following after him. He didn't even turn to see how I was faring and I rolled my eyes, recalling how he'd given everyone the wrong impression he cared. Something told me I wasn't going to like what he would show me but I followed him regardless.The driver from before was waiting for us, this time in a red Lamborghini that looked so out of place in this dreary hospital. People were watching from all over, some even peering from their windows to see us. I was self-conscious, but the quicker I got out of there, the better it would be for everyone. "Hello, my lady," the driver said to me as the back door opened automatically. I smiled at him in response and got in, sitting as close to the door and far away from Davis as I could. I closed my eyes as we drove out of the hospital, the image of Kayden in his bed with a blank look haunting me. He nee
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Nineteen
"Maybe I'll let you read it on your own," he said, standing up. I didn't protest, figuring it would be better that way. I was stalling, holding the paper but not yet mustering up the courage to open and read it. I didn't want to see something that would never let me look at my father the same way again. I didn't need a soothsayer to let me know my father was a hundred percent in on it and I didn't want to know the details. However, this was probably my only chance to leave. He had given me that opportunity. So why was I hesitating? If I left, I realized I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't go back to my parents' house. My father would skin me alive if he realized I had messed up his plans. I wasn't sure if he and Davis had struck up their partnership yet. I just knew I couldn't go home. Even if they wanted me back, I couldn't possibly look at their faces all day without getting mad. I couldn't go to Kayden either. He hadn't even settled himself and I would only be a burden to this
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Twenty
I held his stare, unable to look anywhere else with his hand firmly holding my chin. I swallowed, unknowingly parting my lips slightly when his eyes slowly dropped to them. His forefinger lightly brushed against my lower lip, softly massaging it. His eyes remained glued to them, as if he was only just discovering them then. Looking up at his own slightly parted lips, I wondered what they would feel like if I touched then with my fingers. Or with my mouth. This man was the reason I'd almost died. There was no way I was even remotely imagining kissing him…"When was the last time you ever kissed anyone?" he asked in a low voice and my eyes popped open. The question was sudden, an inquiry about a private part of my life. I didn't want to answer, but the way he'd asked it made me want to tell him whatever he wanted to hear. "I don't remember," I said honestly. Sure Kayden and I had kissed a couple of times, but ever since his sudden sickness, that had permanently become a thing of th
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Twenty-one
I absentmindedly trailed my fingers across the sides of the envelope as if I could somehow absorb what was inside without having to open it. The TV played in the background, serving as a distraction while I got lost in my thoughts. "Cassie, you're not going to believe this," Gloria announced drastically after running into the living room. "What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up immediately and reflexively hiding the envelope behind me."He's here, your…" Before she could complete the sentence, there was a knock on the door. A series of violent knocks actually, a very familiar one."Monroe, open this damn door!" The voice of my crass father came through, and I frowned, knowing my entire morning was ruined. Gloria gave me a sympathetic look before she slowly retreated into the kitchen. I remained seated for a while, hoping if I didn't react, he would get the hint Davis was at work and leave that place but there was no such luck. He kept pounding against the door like his life depended
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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
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Five
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
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Four
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
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and One
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
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred-Yay!
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
