All Chapters of LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I stare at this cheating, lying bastard before me. His demeanour is still as intimidating as before. Actually, it's more intimidating now that he seems to have added more pounds over the years. Tall and really huge. Hasn't he heard of the word "gym"? And what's with all these nauseating tattoos, for heaven's sake? IMAO! "How do you know about me and Andy?" I ask, so flat and emotionless. This nincompoop humiliated me before. He disrespected me once. I won't let him do that to me again. What he thinks of me doesn't matter. "Are you seriously asking me that? You two can't hide your infidelity even in public." The balls!Infidelity? I didn't see it that way. Now, this hurts, but I can't be weak in front of him. I can't let his fucking option break me. If that is his motive, to humiliate me once again, he will wait forever to see that happen.He was always a dick in the ass. Always will be. "You know what, Damian? I don't give a fuck what this seems like to you, because you are the l

I slowly limp back from the bathroom to my bed, feeling so tired of this room. It has been two good weeks since I had that accident, but it was not as serious as Andy is making it look. I only got a few injuries on the back of my head and my hip, and a very minor one on the hand, but this Andy guy has made a great deal out of it. I don't get to do a single thing in this house. He has taken up all the responsibilities. He has even reduced himself to working from the house since the day I suffered the accident. He takes Angel to and from school, and he has hired a cleaner to do the laundry for us and mop the house. Well, since he can't cook and I have a sense that he can't allow anyone else in his kitchen, we have gone back to eating ordered food. The food from outside has its own special taste, I must admit, but the sweetest of our meals is the breakfast. Why? Andy devoted himself to making it for us. I don't enjoy being babysat at all, but getting that special treatment from Andy hit

I waddle slowly down the stairs without making any alarming noises because I want to surprise these two people, who have become integral to me. I can't stay cooked up in that room of mine anymore. It has suffocated me adequately. Moreover, my hip doesn't hurt that much. See, I am not even trudging anymore. Andy is just taking advantage so that he can keep cuddling me on the bed all day. I don't mind, though, but at least he should let me walk around. I cross the sitting room and proceed to the kitchen. I wonder what they are doing. The aroma is so inviting from afar, but why the silence? Why am I not hearing their little chit-chats or their outbursts of laughter? "Something smells so sweet in here! What are you guys cooking?" I start announcing my presence the moment I set foot inside the beautiful kitchen, but I stop midway. The aroma is sweet, no doubt, but the atmosphere here is something else. "What happened? What's wrong?" I ask, strolling to where Andy and his daughter are perc

We pull up in front of a classic hotel someplace I don't know, because again, Andy decided to corner me into one of his tricks. Not that he has done that many times, actually, and to be precise, he did it just once. That day, I refused to talk to him, and he asked Mark to kidnap me and take me to his office. Well, not exactly kidnapping, because I didn't have a gun pointed at my head, nor was I bundled into or forced into his limousine. He just played with my mind then, like he did today. The only difference with today is that he sent me a text asking me to get ready by eight and that Mark would pick me up and drop me somewhere. He had Mark fetch Angel from school, and I am presuming that he took her to this place he brought me to. Andy also had a package containing a special dress and shoes delivered to me, and on it was a note that said, "I can't wait to lay my eyes on you tonight, dazzling in this silver dress. Te Amo." And him being the sweet annoying ass that he is sometimes, he

"Say yes, mommy. Please?" I glance at the happy, chubby kid shouting her plea from the crowd behind me. As if she understands what saying yes to this means. Kids nowadays, though! But for her too, I want this. I want to be the mother she never had. I want to give her a complete family, which she both deserves and longs for. I love her like my own, and I vouch she will never know the discrepancy between her and my own children because I consider her my first child. I want to make both of them so happy and choke them with my unconditional love and care. I turn to my amore. "Even if you ask me this a million times, my answer is and will always be the same. YES! I want to be your wife, Adrian Ashton. I will marry you." I mumble, and as he slides the gold ring on my middle finger, his face shinning with a beautiful smile, the room is filled with shouts of cheers, laughter, and claps that are too loud, summoning in some young people in red with trays in their hands. I turn to Andy, wrappi