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Drake’s POVI held a tight grip on Ron's collar, fueled by the shock and rage boiling inside me. The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway buzzed very faintly, casting a sterile light above my head.Ron was looking directly into my eyes, not flinching at all when I pressed him hard against the wall in front of him. The unsaid words in the air hurt so much."Who was the father, Ron?" my voice was low, ominously controlled, mere inches from Ron's face. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, my mind racing with a thousand possibilities, none of them making any sense. "Tell me, damn it!"Repulsed, Ron winced as he loudly tore free of my hold on his collar. Then, like a spring loosed, he leaped back before taking a pace backward to arrange the creases from his shirt, and not for one second did he take his eyes from me."You don't need to know a thing about Valerie," Ron spat venom in his tone. "Not now, not ever; you never gave a damn about her, So don't come here demanding answer
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Asking how it happened to her
Valerie’s POVRon heaved open the hospital door with a heavy heart, his footsteps faltering as he went in. The room was dimly lit. Light emanated softly from the bedside lamp, casting warm but subdued lighting over my pale face. I lay propped up in bed, my eyes closed, lost in a fragile sleep that seemed to be an escape from the reality I was facing.I stirred as I felt his presence, my eyes flickered open. I looked at him with confusion and expectation, my eyes scanning his face for answers. "Ron," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "What are you doing here? Did something happen?"I couldn’t help but have this eerie feelings that something bad has happened. My guts tells me so, but I just couldn’t pin point it. I hurriedly touch my legs but it is fine, I could feel it. So, if I didn’t lose my legs because of the fall, what could be the case?Ron swallowed, all the words I had been practicing now sounded woefully insufficient and shallow. "Valerie, we need to talk," Ron said slowly, his vo
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Wanting to walk out from all of these
Valerie’s POVI was sitting perched on the edge of the hospital bed, my face a mask of confusion and despair. My bawling red eyes, eyes that cried so much, were stuck looking on the floor, trying to make sense of what had come out previously. As Ron stepped in through the door, my eyes turned to him, now hopeful and not quite so skeptical anymore."Ron," I said softly, my voice was shaking. "You said something about Charlotte and her plan, that she's somehow involved in this. What do you mean by that? Why should I think this isn't just more speculation?"Ron sat beside me, his expression somber. "Valerie, it's hard to believe, I know, but I'm sure of what I'm about to tell you. Charlotte did confide in me. She did have a plan, an agenda that she wanted to carry out to confirm her position and eliminate any threats to her future with Drake. The miscarriage was part of her greater scheme.".My face scrunched up at his words. Charlotte told you of her plan. When was this? Why would she
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife At the Chase’s mansion
Drake's POV.I was sitting comfortably in the sitting room, operating on my laptop, I had to sign all documents and cooperation that was submitted to me, It was a stressful work, I would have dropped it, but I would gain nothing if I do that, It was my job and I have to make sure I get it done, I would not like to sink in my business. I tried to sign more documents and read the description written on it, but my mind and thought kept going back to Valerie. How is she doing now? I still haven't gotten a clear picture of what had happened. I still don't know who owns her baby. It might be either me or Ron. I don't want to get my hopes high, But something inside me keeps telling me I am the father of her baby.It might be Ron, She has been with him ever since I married Charlotte, The way he took care of her, fed her, he was always with her gave me more reason that he owns the baby, But the fact that he didn't even allow me see her, gave me another reason that I am the father of her baby.
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Don’t you ever appear in front of me again
Valerie's POV.Sitting down opposite Drake and Charlotte, I tried to maintain a good sitting posture, I tried my best to compose myself, but my attitude was giving me out, Drake in his own wasn't making things easy for me, Since I sat down beside them, he has been looking at me without taking his eyes off, If this wasn't a party I would make him regret coming to this dinner in the first place, He made my life miserable for me, Together with his wife, I lost my unborn child, I felt like crying.My eyes were already crowder with tears, but I didn't let it out. Even when Ron tried to lighten up my mood by making me laugh, I wasn't happy with them around me. They should have given us another seat.I thought Drake would gaze at me for a short period, but he still hasn't taken his eyes away from him. I noticed because I also tried to avoid his gaze. What is he up to this time? What is he thinking of doing to me? I already lost my baby. The connection I think would create another chance for
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Slapping him hard
Drake’s POVLooking as Valerie angrily left the ball, I thought of what happened back in the hospital, the things I said.At the hospital….I had to sit in a windowless, sterile hospital room, my mind moving too fast with all the bits and pieces I’d overheard and incomplete answers Ron had. The fluorescent lights hummed their cold, unfriendly glow over the white walls. Everything about my surroundings felt suffocating as if the air was thick with the anticipation of unanswered questions. My thoughts were racing, all clamoring for my attention, yet none made any sense. I felt the queasy feeling that something was being withheld from me, something very important.The moment that Ron had brushed off my questions and offered vague reassurances in passing, my patience had worn thin. I’d waited long enough and played the fool for a long while. I desperately wanted answers, real answers from the only person who could give them, Valerie.Standing all of a sudden, in the quiet room, my chair g
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Divorce him
Valerie’s POVRon leaned close to me, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "Stay strong, Valerie. Don't let him break you."My shoulders trembled, trying to hold my emotions in. The tears were still fresh on my cheeks, but inside me, the anger began to rise to gradually cover my sorrow. I drew a little bit back from Ron's easy comfort and, wiped my eyes with the heel of my hand, then turned and narrowed my eyes to Drake."You're a selfish heartless bastard, Drake," I spat, my voice shaking with a mixture of hurt and fury, "How on earth can you do this to me? How on earth can you do this to me? I mean, after everything we've been through—all that I've done for you!"His jaw tightened as he took a step closer, but something unreadable glinted in his eyes. He almost seemed conflicted, as if he wasn't sure what kind of response to have towards my accusations. Finally, he breathed out sharply and said, "Valerie. It was an arranged marriage. My hands were tied. You think I wanted
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Divorcing him
Valerie’s POVI returned to the ball with my feelings high. Every step I took was heavy with anger and resentment. The echoes of Drake's accusations and Charlotte's smug face haunted my thoughts, intertwining into the storm within my chest. The ball was on, and guests were laughing, gisting, and dancing. No one had an inkling of what had just transpired backstage. The chandeliers glittered, flickering a blinding gold on everything, but to me, it all seemed dim, smothering.I saw Charlotte clinging to Drake's arm, heard her laughter too loud, touch too possessive as if staking a claim on him in front of everybody else. It rubbed salt into fresh wounds. For his part, Drake looked detached, the smile on his face forced. But that didn't matter, my blood started to boil at the sight.I clenched my fists so hard I could feel the crumple of the divorce documents. The very papers representing my hateful, twisted marriage that had been nothing but a farce. I felt by my side the solid, sturdy p
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