All Chapters of Hot Billionaire Daddy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Neel. That's just...” Yohan Dixon stopped at the door and looked at the woman’s back. “It's been a late night here, Neel. I have to sleep. Tomorrow is my presentation.” She wanted to ignore unwanted conversations which could affect her courage. “Okay. Take care of yourself.” “Good night.” Sara Owen hung up the call. Yohan Dixon kept looking at her back for a long time. She was talking to Neel Dixon. That jerk! Till now? He closed the door and went to the bathroom. The noise caught her attention and she looked at the closed door of the bathroom. She leaned back on the bed. It seemed that they had become strangers once again. When he got out of the bathroom, he saw her lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He lay down beside her while looking at the ceiling. Every night, when she used to hold him in her arms, let him bury his face in her chest and caressed his hair, he used to fall asleep only then. Tonight, she slept first, so tonight, he was not going to sleep. -Neel. That's

Yohan Dixon returned to the present and got into his car. When he closed his eyes, the woman's face reflected again. He had put happiness in that unhappy woman's lap. He was the source of her innocent smile. Because he felt compelled to keep looking at her grin after witnessing it for the first time. It should not vanish. Every day, that woman should smile. She deserved it. Whenever he moved away from her, he remembered that smile, which used to make him forget the exhaustion of the day. The car was moving fast along the road. There was no one around. Yohan Dixon gazed out the window. He had no idea what type of affection he had for her. When he learned that she had finally realised the truth and had shut herself in the bedroom while crying, he decided to talk to her after returning October. But her innocent smile had stopped him from telling the truth. He didn't want to lose her smile. Words trapped on his lips and couldn't come out. The car came to a halt in front of the hotel. "

“Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?” Sara Owen pressed her palms on her painful stomach. “I am sorry.” She suppressed her voice. That’s it? Why didn’t she argue? He frowned, “I didn’t sleep with her.” Sara Owen inhaled to calm the emerging fire of helplessness. She never wanted to talk about Samira Reddy. Why he was forcing her? “I just know that you came out of her room early in the morning. But you both know what happened inside the room. And whatever happened behind those closed doors, I don't want to know.” She looked at him, “I just want to know... What do you want.” Seeing her tearful and red eyes, his gaze darkened. He was preparing his mind to talk to her about this misunderstanding. But he didn’t know it will start like this. He gritted his teeth, “I want you…to stay out of it.” “I am already out. I know I don’t have the right to…” “Fuck your rights and fuck what you want.” He roared. It shuddered her. “You don't even have to think about what I am doing and why. I

“Maybe I am as simple as you heard. Maybe your instigating me is making me difficult.” She smirked. “What do you know about him? By becoming his wife, you have just taken a position, not his heart.” “Where a man's heart is, he comes back to there at night.” Sara Owen said with pride. Samira Reddy laughed, “Let’s see how many nights you have remained." She turned back to leave. “Samira Reddy.” Hearing Sara Owen’s athletic voice, she turned and looked at her. “I am not going to count nights. I am his wife, not his mistress.” “You…” Samira Reddy gritted her teeth and slapped Sara Owen. Sara Owen raised her head and darted at her with her tearful eyes. “You don’t seem to belong to a rich family. You don’t have manners nor do you have classiness. It seems that Ricky has picked you up from a charity house and placed in October. What are you proud of? To be his wife?” She snorted. “At my one blink, he will leave you and marry me. You still don’t know Samira Reddy.” Sara Owen swall

“I am ready to live with the fact that he will never be mine. Even if he continues to love her, I am ready to be his wife who will never question him.” “Sara.” Rudra Reddy sat beside her in surprise. The woman was depressed. Sara Owen opened her eyes and looked at him with her heavy gaze. “I didn’t think before marrying him. Because I never did expect anything from him.” Her red and tearful eyes, her hoarse and heavy voice, her broken heart and her sorrow, pierced his heart. He held her face in his palms and looked at her worryingly. “Sara, I don’t want you to live like a prisoner. Why do you want to hurt yourself?” “Because I have promised him, I won’t leave him until he asks.” His eyes darkened, “What the hell?” A thought reflected in his mind. “What compulsion of yours forced you to become his wife?” He roared. When she was about to pass out, he shook her shoulders in worry. “Sara.” She was dizzy. He let her fall in his arms. The woman had played with her life by marrying