All Chapters of HIRED AS A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

THALIAI entered the office of Annabelle, I mean, Cassie, because she called me as if I owed her something. I was about to slam the door, but I noticed the eyes of the other employees on me. So, with a fake smile, I carefully close the door.They are always monitoring my movements, which I find annoying.As I turned around, I saw Annabe– Cassie sitting comfortably on her newly bought swivel chair while acting busy with her laptop.“You called me?”She lazily taps with her pen the documents on the table. “Send this to Mr. Cortez.”I scoffed as I crossed my arms.“I'm not your assistant or secretary. I have my own tasks to do as of now. And most of all, my job is not a courier. Thank you for understanding.”I walked back to the door.“I command you as your head.” She hissed in irritation.Command as her head… is she hearing herself? She's making me embarrassed at her ‘oh so mighty great manager’.I turned to her with a smirk. “I have my own head.” and knocked my skull lightly. “It's ha

73THALIAThe ride in going to Scott's ancestral mansion was in total silence. I admit… I felt hurt seeing someone clinging onto him. And the worst was his ex-wife.Why did he decide to get back with her? Am I really a rebound?I tightly close my eyes in frustration. I don't want to think about it anymore.It feels like I made a wrong decision. I thought he would understand me and still choose to wait for me until the issue with Cassie will slowly fade.But… I think highly about myself. I was too confident that Damon was serious about us.“Are you still mad at me?”I abruptly opened my eyes when I heard Frederick's voice.I shook my head. “No.”“Do you want to skip the party?” He sounds convincing.I don't want to see anyone as of now. I don't want to smile and pretend I'm okay in front of my family, to my father.I bit my lip because in my mind… I blame him, which is not supposed to.“My father will kill me.” I only said and went back to close my eyes.I want to escape just for a f

THALIA“What's wrong? Do you feel sick?”My fork fell on the plate as I was disturbed in my own deep thoughts when I heard Mom’s voice in front of me.I cleared my throat as I looked at her. “I'm fine, Mom.” We are in the cafeteria, where I took Mom to calm down. Her neck was so red and I knew she reached her limit in front of Dad.I don't want to see them fighting because of me. But, to be honest, I was more bothered by what Uncle Michael had said in the men’s room, with this crazy thought that he had a connection with the shooter.Who is he yelling at? Why is he so mad at him than the shooter who did this to Fred?It should not be a concern but as I keep thinking deeply about it, it was so strange. The fact that he’s Fred’s father was enough reason not to suspect him of something ridiculous.I continued eating my macaroon but I saw my Mom worryingly staring at me.“Really, I’m fine,” I repeated because she didn't seem convinced of my response to her earlier.She let out a deep sig

THALIA I walk back and forth in front of the main door at our home, waiting for my Dad to come home. I couldn't help but be curious about Frederick's condition… or maybe I'm more curious about what I saw before we completely left the hospital.The door suddenly opened, which startled me. Dad came in with a face that couldn't be painted by anyone.What’s with his mood?“Dad, how's Fred?”“He's fine.”He walked past me but I followed him until we reached the stairs.I still want to ask if he saw Damon or if Damon visits the hospital because of me… But I'm talking with Dad. How can I talk to him without mentioning Damon?“Uhmm–”“Go to bed.”I didn't notice we arrived in front of my room. He looked at me with his lazy eyes, and I knew he didn't have the energy to have a conversation right now.He must be tired. “O-Okay.”He opened the door of my room, and I forced myself to come in. He said goodnight before completely closing the door, leaving me inside in dismay.“I'm sure that's him

THALIA I confusedly gazed at Patrick, Dad’s secretary, thinking he knew what was happening. But the same with him. He was also confused and worried as he glanced at me.“What? W-Why? What did he do?” I stuttered, afraid that the situation was more serious than I thought.“We can only disclose this matter to Mr. Carter–”“I have the right to know–”“What's going on here?”Dad’s cold and firm voice echoed in the whole room. He's wearing a frown, as usual, when he comes out from his main office.I abruptly sprinted to him with worries in my chest.“Dad, what did you do?!” I whispered with gritted teeth. However, his eyes were focused on the men behind me.“Mr. Carter, can we talk to you?”He let out a deep sigh before he massaged his chin and nodded without even curious at why they were here.“Yes, come in.” My lips parted as I switched my gazes to the men and my Dad.Why is he letting them talk to him without even worrying about why the police are looking for him? Did he see this com