All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET MISTRESS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

What was I thinking? Ronnie asked himself. He'd meant to tell Dre everything someday, not anytime soon. And right now, watching her face him, her eyes round as saucers, demanding the truth from him almost made him puke.At first, she'd tried to ignore the obvious fact that she was glowing when she entered his house this morning, which was surprising. Surprising because lately, they'd not really had enough time for each other, or at least he did not have enough time for her.He was either stuck at work trying to work hard enough to impress Edmund into giving him a raise or promotion like he promised or seated before his laptop, typing ferociously, looking for answers to the many unanswered questions probing his mind.Yet, in the midst of all these, Dre seemed to be getting more attractive. Was there someone else? He didn't want to think about it. Yet, the thought of it often strayed into his mind unconsciously.Even if there was someone else, his best bet was that it would be someone m

CHAPTER 54"Jason, I can't make it," she repeated on the line. The last thing she needed right now to top with all the chaos going on in her life was another of those therapy sessions with that creepy doctor.Jason might not have known the truth, yet. But Dr. Cole McGuire knew something close to the truth. All it was going to take was for him to dig deeper and viola! Her big secret would be revealed?Where would that lead her? Apart from breaking off her engagement with Jason? Who knew? He could decide to go all the way to tell Edmund the truth about who his assistant was.She couldn't tell exactly how Edmund was going to react to the news but she knew one thing for sure. He wasn't going to like being used and being lied to. It was better to avoid any interactions with Dr. McGuire for now and even Jason for that matter. Hanging out with them was like sitting on a ticking time bomb and waiting for it to explode."Why can't you make it?" Jason protested. He'd called her to inform her t

After the awkwardly annoying day that Emily had just had at work, all she wanted to do at the close of work was to get home, crash into her bed and be lost in the world of dreams and fantasies until whenever.But she never got to do any of these things, at least not immediately. Instead, she'd rushed to Villa Dally, where she was scheduled to have a therapy session with her boyfriend and the weird doctor that he'd hired to uncover her secret.It was not particularly the kind of way she would have wanted to end her day but she'd long realized that she had no choice. She had enough problems in her life already and didn't wish to amass more for herself.Edmund had still not responded to her messages or returned her calls which she found very strange. He'd just left her to handle his dirty work of speaking calmly to angry clients whom he was supposed to meet with while he disappeared to God-knows-where.She tried to push thoughts about him away from her mind. This was not the time. Perhap

Edmund Hamilton pulled into the garage in the hospital. He'd stepped outside for just over five hours to clear his head but had ended up accumulating even more thoughts than he planned.The clock on the dashboard said 6:pm. In ten minutes, probably twenty minutes or more or less, he would be back in Dr. Turner's office where Chatlotte was probably still waiting to hear whether or not the child that Charlotte carried was his.He'd never known such tension in his life. None of this felt real. Well, except for his nerves. The tight knot in his stomach, the sweat running down his back.Mentally, he prepared himself for what the result was going to be. But emotionally, he was not ready. There was no telling how bad things would change once the truth was discovered and it wasn't in his favor. But this was bad news on so many levels.If the baby was his, he would raise him as his own, but accepting the baby meant he would accept the mother too and he dreaded the very idea of that.Edmund had

Max Walker weaved through the streets of Lincoln Avenue, humming softly to the sound of the music blaring from the sound system of his car.It was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his spirits. The weather was serene and what's more? His payment for the month arrived early this month. Not that it meant much to him, but it would help keep things in place until he received the other money he was expecting.Max Walker was a child prodigy. At the age of four, he already knew to read. Consequently, he moved ahead of his mates in school, thanks to his supernatural intelligence. At thirteen, he'd already left High School and was applying to top colleges in the state of Washington DC. Naturally, everyone expected the smart kid to go places and male it in life and for a long time, Max Walker believed that too. He was made for greatness. There were obviously many pointers to that. And so when it happened that his fortune suddenly changed when his father was duped so badly in his bus