All Chapters of Betrothed To The Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Valerie's POVThat idiot is with Brenda.He lied to me. He told me they weren't dating. He told me he had stopped talking to her yet I just saw them together in a club, holding hands.What am I supposed to think? Am I supposed to think that they bumped into each other in the club coincidentally?I guess I am at fault here.Brenda, Fred, and I go to different clubs every week to have fun, and Cart's Club is one such club. I never gave it any thought that we would meet there. We only went to Cart's Club once. We had a regular club downtown and we frequent there more, I guess that is why I never thought I was going to run into them there.I was only making an effort to cheer Ryan up and make him stop brooding over his mother's sickness.I even thought he was going to act lovey-dovey with me when I called out their names but he didn't, yet I am always making an effort to make us look real in front of everyone.He is such an asshole. We shouldn't have gone to the party in the first place.

Valerie's POVEach time I see or think about him, I feel the urge to do something rash; to hurt him for betraying me.As much as I don't want to take any revenge on him anymore, I am tempted to take back my words and do the needful, then maybe I will finally be happy.I don't like how I feel at the moment. The sinking feeling is back, probably because I am disappointed to have seen him today again, this time not with Brenda but with a different girl.That jolting is gone. All I feel for him now is pure hatred. I wish I could turn back the hands of the clock and make sure that our paths never crossed.I wished I wasn't that curious to know more about him which made me fall deeply in love with him. I wish I hadn't said yes to him when he asked me to become his girlfriend.Reluctantly, I drop my bag and take off my shoes before sitting quietly on the bed, ignoring my weak limbs.I ordered the maids to bring my bed back to my room even though it is still cold but I will manage. I heard th

Valerie's POVImpressive is an understatement of Ryan's behavior tonight. First, he sent me a message for the very first time since we have crossed paths with each other and ended the text with a heart emoticon.Second, he was polite enough to tell one of the guards to drive me down here.Third, he got me flowers, apart from the necklace from last night which I haven't brought myself to try on yet.Fourth, he is being one heck of a gentleman. He is trying to make me forget Fred that easily by insisting on calling me Val. I can't help it but that name stirs up something in me that I can't figure out.It is not just anger or the remembrance of Fred. It is something unspeakable that I haven't figured out on my own yet.He was right in saying that I haven't gotten over Fred yet. If I had gotten over the idea, I wouldn't have cried last night.I didn't particularly cry. A tear actually rolled down my eyes. And I was quick to wipe it off my face because I already made a vow never to cry fo

Ryan's POV Having a taste of her sweet lips makes me lose my mind and I find myself leaning in closer for more and expecting her to open up for me to explore the insides of her mouth. Instead, she places her two hands on my chest and pushes me away roughly, her face in a deep frown with her eyes in a depth of annoyance for what I just did. Rather than feeling sorry, I plaster a wide grin on my face and she pushes me off the bed. "What the hell was that for? Are you crazy?" She thunders in anger and I find myself laughing on the floor. What exactly is amusing to me? I do not know. "A practice. We might have to kiss in front of Mother tomorrow…" "What?" She furrows her brow, the anger increasing. I rise slowly and sit back on the bed. "We are going to meet with Mother tomorrow." She remains silent and I try to read through her expression, feeling bad for kissing her without permission. But I don't regret it because her lips were inviting and sweet. She tastes like mint. Slowl

Ryan's POVThe moment we get to the shade and I help her sit down before sitting across from her, she picks up a paper and throws it at me.I was expecting a long moment of silence from her before I eventually asks her to forgive me but from the look of things, I have already been forgiven. She is just ignoring me on purpose.I take the paper to see if it is actually a newspaper. When I drop it over my lap, I see the headlines.Ryan Lorenzo, the CEO of Multi-Million Company seen with his newly wedded wife having a private dinner at ...."I look up to see Mother's expression. Still unreadable.Did my plan work?"Is it true?" She demands weakly, her hands trembling a little. I notice she isn't as lively as she was the last time we came here for dinner. She seems to be getting weaker every day.I nod without a word.There is a picture of Valerie and I attached to the news. I don't understand why she is asking me if it is true.Maybe she wants to know if it is indeed Valerie or maybe she