All Chapters of My Student's Billionaire Father: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“You vixen,” he remarks, wiping my mouth. I lie down on the bed, and he climbs on top of me. He presses his hips against mine, his breathing still heavy. “I think I will love this weekend,” he comments, smiling down at me. “As do I,” I respond, opening my arms towards him. He kisses my cheeks, and I gasp as he suddenly enters, followed by thrusting in and out of me. My body trembles with every movement, and I can feel myself getting closer to release again. He looks deep into my eyes. “Come for me, love,” he says, his voice heavy with desire. Soon I am screaming in pleasure as I come undone beneath him. He smiles, knowing that he’s the one that gives me this much pleasure. He continues to thrust until we both come crashing over the edge. After a few more minutes, my orgasm dies down. He lies beside me and smiles with a satisfied expression. “You drive me crazy, Cassie,” he whispers, pulling me into his embrace. “And I guess I am doing the same for you.” “You mention we can’t be

After some passionate moments in the bathroom, we are finally able to let each other go. We step into the dining room, only to meet an unannounced visitor. “Nicco!” I exclaim. “It’s too late already.” “Well, there is some emergency,” he says, his eyes darting back and forth between me and Liam. “What is this emergency?” Liam asks. “Not ‘what’, but ‘who’,” he corrects. His eyes go to the receiving area. “Scarlet’s in there.” Liam tenses and frowns. Sensing his distress, I say, “Go ahead, Liam. I am fine.” “This emergency,” he starts, meeting my eyes. “This Scarlet is my ex-wife, Cassie. So, I think you should meet her.” “Oh,” I mutter, not knowing what to say next. “Please?” he prods on. “Okay, I will come with you,” I say. Liam and I walk towards the receiving room, with Nicco following us. The instant the door opens, Liam asks, “What are you doing here, Scarlet?” When the woman named Scarlet faces us, I freeze by the door. This ex-wife is like an ethereal goddess on earth.

I stand on top of the grand staircase, my fingers nervously gripping the railing. The chandeliers cast a golden glow on the opulent room below me, filled with elegantly dressed guests chatting and laughing. Smooth jazz music floats through the air, accompanied by the clinking of champagne glasses. “Staring won’t make it any easier,” Scarlet whispers from behind me, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She glides up beside me, her eyes sparkling like the diamonds that adorned her neck. “Relax, darling,” she continues, her voice as smooth as silk. “This world may seem intimidating at first, but you’ll learn how to navigate it.” “Easy for you to say,” I mutter, my palms growing clammy against the railing. Scarlet calls this—one of the socialite events. She was invited and I am her plus one. That means I also need to be in a designer dress and heels, all paid for by Liam. I don’t like it. I feel like an impostor—a girl playing dress-up in clothes that didn’t belong to her. I sigh. It’

I stand in front of a full-length mirror, but all I see is a reflection of a stranger clad in a shimmering evening gown with her hair swept up into an elegant chignon. Scarlet moves behind me like a phantom, adjusting the fine strands of jewelry around my neck. The cool jewels feel like chains that suffocate me. “Remember to hold your head high, shoulders back and always make eye contact,” she instructs, and I wonder how often did she attend these kinds of events before. “There’s my pretty wife,” Liam comments. He enters the room and smiles at me. “Andy’s asleep,” he adds. I nod. Since Lukas has classes, we hired a nanny for tonight—albeit Lukas’ annoyance. He seems to not want any third party taking care of his stepsister. He is even planning to get work or build businesses close to our home. “Scarlet, can you leave the two of us in the meantime?” he asks, walking toward me and pressing a kiss on my cheeks. “I just want to appreciate how beautiful my wife is.” “Fine, but don’t m

The laughter of one high society woman rings through the opulent drawing room. Now that Scarlet is nowhere, I am free to compare her with all the other women who flutter around like some lovely butterflies. It’s obvious that Scarlet is the most exquisite, though. She’s high on the pedestal compared to these women. I sigh and fidget in my seat, both at the same time. I am wearing a lovely evening gown again with delicate lace—something that I need to be careful about or I will tear it. “Relax, my dear wife,” Liam whispers as he kisses the side of my head. Looking up at him and seeing an encouraging smile on his face, the knot in my stomach disappears. I smile back at him. “Thank you,” I whisper. “Want some of this drink?” he asks, sipping champagne from a crystal glass. “It’s delicious.” He leans closer to me and adds, “Not as satisfying as you are, though. In bed, all disheveled and trembling.” “Liam!” I scold. Still, I take my own glass and sip on it. It really is delicious. I