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The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Tired of everything
Drake’s POVComing around the corner, I found Ron casually leaning against the lockers, his arms across his chest and a smug look on his face. It was an image to evoked an instantaneous response in me in an unpleasantly mingling one of suspicion and anger. I hadn't trusted Ron for a while now, but Valerie's recent words about Charlotte pushed me to confront the issue head-on.Ron looked up to see me approaching, his smirk wide, as if he had expected this all along. "Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Perfect," Ron said with heavy sarcasm lacing his voice. "What brings you to my side of the world, Drake?"My eyes narrowed, ignoring the taunting tone of Ron's words. "I need to talk to you."Ron raised an eyebrow. "That so? Are you sure you're in the right place for a heart-to-heart, Drake? You don't exactly strike me as the type to come to me for advice."I took a deep breath, trying to keep my temper in check. I wasn't here for games. "I want to know if you've heard anything about what Valeri
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Drake’s POVI woke up to my head pounding and with a weight in my chest that equaled my guilt. The headache due to last night's boozing persisted, but it was insignificant compared to the ache in my heart as the memories of how I’d treated Charlotte came in flash floods. I was cold, and distant, saying things I could never again take back. It made me want to get sick.I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to shake the fogginess of my head. My apartment was dead silent, and the quietness brought into focus just how much the absence of Charlotte weighed on me. I couldn't even recall if she'd stayed over that night. Groaning, I sat up and grabbed my phone, no missed calls, no texts from her. It was as though she'd vanished.I swore under my breath. I wanted to apologize, to explain that it wasn't her fault, that I’d been overwhelmed by everything, the pressure, the accusations, my insecurities. But now, it seemed as though it might be too late. Stumbling out of bed quickly, I tossed some clot
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Valerie’s POV I stared into the mirror, adjusting my blouse quickly as my mind tussled with so many things. I couldn't seem to get over the fact that for the first time in a long while, I had no job to go to, no job that consumed so much of my time and energy. A loss I needed to fill. Without a job, I could not support myself. I’d spent the morning reviewing job boards and applying to every place I could think of. The options were slim, but I couldn't afford to be picky right now. I knew I had to take whatever came my way, even if it wasn't glamorous.After what felt like an eternity of walking around and talking with store managers, I found myself facing a small corner store that had escaped my attention until now. I could see shelves filled with random household goods, groceries, and bits and bobs. It wasn't the kind of place I had ever imagined myself working, but beggars can't be choosers at this point.With a deep breath, I pushed open the door. A small bell above it jingled
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Excuse me
Valerie’s POVThe dirty fluorescent lights above the store shimmied slightly as I was behind the counter, tidying the register. It was a quiet day so far, with only a few customers wandering in, most of them not uttering a word. I was thankful for the quiet. The store felt almost like a haven, though I couldn't say I enjoyed working here. But the old woman, sharp-tongued and judgy, always sat watching, never able to truly relax, but it was a lot better than nothing.I was staring at the shelves ahead when the bell above the door rattled once more. My shift was far from over, and I turned back to see three rough-looking men strutting in, loud and jovial. They were dressed in leather jackets, and their faces were smeared with a layer of stubble and arrogance. One of them cast a look in my direction, it remained on me for an uncomfortable moment.I stiffened as they approached the counter, trying to focus on the register. My instincts told me these were customers I would have preferred n
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife You’re defending her right?
Drake’s POVGuilt clouded my mind as I sat across from Charlotte at the table in the restaurant, where soft candlelight cast a dim glow between us. Warm candlelight at least smoothed out the tension in the air. After all that had transpired, I knew I owed her an apology, and now, as we sipped our drinks, I hoped it wasn't too late to right the wrongs.I'm sorry, Charlotte," I said, starting in a low tone. I leaned over across the table and gently took her hand. "I've been standoffish, and I haven't treated you right. You didn't deserve any of that."Charlotte looked at me with gentleness in her eyes. "I appreciate that you're finally apologizing, Drake," she said softly, stroking her thumb over my hand. "But I need to know… what's been going on with you? It's like you've been somewhere else lately."I fumbled, my gaze roaming toward the tablecloth. I knew I couldn't tell her everything, especially not about Valerie. The less she knew, the better.I've just had a lot on my mind," I
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife She’s been through a lot
Drake’s POVMy eyes didn't leave the old woman as she worked her way around the shop. Her movements were deliberate, almost practiced. There was something about her, something I couldn't shake off. My mind fluttered with fleeting memories, and faces of people from my past, but none seemed to fit.I couldn't take it anymore, my voice breaking the thick silence between me and Charlotte.Excuse me," I said, taking a step forward and with a cautious yet inquisitive undertone, "You… you look familiar."The woman paused mid-step and glanced toward me. Her eyes seemed as sharp as daggers, flicking over my face before dismissing me utterly."Never seen you before in my life," she replied shortly, her voice reeking of indifference. "And I don't care to know you either. Now, if you're not buying anything, get out of my shop."I opened my mouth to say a word, but before I could utter another word, she had already turned her back on me, resuming her work with finality.Standing beside me, Charlot
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Valerie’s POVI stood in the small, cluttered store, watching as the old woman, moved with surprising agility behind the counter. The old woman had been unusually kind to me today, in her own gruff, no-nonsense way. It wasn't just the way she had defended me against the men who had harassed me earlier, there was more something strange, a protectiveness that I couldn't understand.As the old woman rang up the sale of the day, I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, my mind churning over and over again with the events that had unfolded in the past few days. So many questions whirled in my mind, and this old woman seemed to hold a few of the answers, whether she wanted to admit it or not.Finally unable to restrain her curiosity, I asked, "Why are you helping me?"The old woman didn't turn around, her hands still occupied with the cash register. The rhythmic sound of clinking coins filled the quietness between them. Theoretically, I thought I would leave the old woman to her reflection, a
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