All Chapters of My Cold Billionaire Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

hello, my lovely readers, bunnykoo is here! i love to come up with different and unique concepts to write. I challenge myself with different genres. Hope you love and appreciate my work. ♥︎____INAYA -My grandmother was a kind lady, so kind that one day when she was walking down the street and found a homeless boy, she lovingly looked at the poor little creature then the first idea that came to her head was: I'm going to raise him! He's my son from this day onwards!Not only she opposed her in-law's objections, she even threatened to get a divorce and take away the real grandchild of the family, namely my father, with her after the divorce if the little homeless boy was not accepted and treated as a family member as well.At the time, She had no idea she made the biggest and most profitable investment in our country: that little boy who almost died in the streets, Belguassem Filladi, grew up and established the largest Corporation in the whole country!He became the richest man in Al

"I apologize to you miss, but all dr, Yacine's patients had been forwarded to other dentists in the clinic since he had quit his work here a week ago"What!?There's no way he would just leave his job without a reason, I felt so enraged immediately, That ex-husband of mine sure was the culprit behind this deed."excuse me, Are you a miss Inaya?" The receptionist suddenly asked me.I looked at her a bit surprised then I confirmed:"yes, it's me"" dr, Yacine had left a message for you," she said with a playful smile.She opened the drawer next to her quickly and then she handed me an envelope while saying " we've been wondering the whole week about the identity of this girl who dr, Yacine- even in his hurry- hasn't forgotten to leave a message for her, he was never the kind to chase after girls, you must be very special to him."Looking at the envelope in my shaky hand I already felt so guilty, indeed I was very special... I was the girl who ruined his life!I opened the envelope hesit

INAYA -Hamza was sitting on the sofa When I walked in front of him with my wet hair, it seemed like some sort of twisted "wet" karma, since the last time I saw him 3 years ago he walked out of my house with his hair dripping wet And now I was the one to walk inside the room with a wet hair.He hadn't changed, he looked even more handsome than before, at the time when we separated he looked somehow sickly and had dark circles around his eyes, the workload must have been exhausting back then that it affected his health, but even in that state, He still looked very handsome.So you can imagine how more handsome the man sitting on my sofa was! However, I was always immune to his charm anyways, because the handsome Hamza Filladi was just the same devilish Hamza Filladi who killed my child and tormented my life.I didn't say anything to him nor recognized his existence, I kept drying my hair with the towel while walking into the room in front of him.He kept staring at me, I could notice

INAYA -I went to the filladi company building the following day, my previous jobs helped me get more familiar with D city streets, although I did not visit the Filladi co. building ever since I moved to my new house and even in the past when I visited I never used public transportation, I still instinctively and successfully chose the shortest and cheapest line of buses to reach that place, I had to take a row of 3 buses.Filladi Co. building was initially set in a rather isolated part of D city, in the far east extreme to be precise where the land was cheaper, bualguassem filladi had the intention of later expanding the building and establishing attached sections in the empty space over the years, Now what was once a rocky hill surrounded with wheat fields.. turned into a conglomerate center with multiple office buildings and expensive apartment compounds, the mere existence of Filladi co made that place become the largest economic center in the whole country and brought many other

INAYA -"I'm just a man who is trying to keep his family"Once Hamza finished saying that... the word "family" kept echoing in my head.Hamza never called or regarded his relatives as a family, by that of course I mean even his father, mother, And younger sister not to mention further links. In the past when I observed his daily interactions with them it was akin to watching an acting performance. He really was just an actor following a monotonous script with no need to display any emotions at all, he only obeyed the formalities and minded nothing else.Except for the few times when he had fights with his mother and sister, he didn't have that much of interactions with them. Usually, the subject of their quarrels was Hamza's wife, namely me. Sometimes they complained about my lack of warmth and respect in their regard, sometimes they just invented an imaginary situation and created unnecessary chaos from thin air just to discomfort me.When the couple of mother and daughter moaned lik