All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Bet: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

NICOLE “Please, what are you all insinuating that my woman is a thief!?” Marcus' voice boomed through the hallway. His nose flared and I could tell that he was angry.“Why then is my diamond in her bag? Why?” The woman whose name was Mrs Lockwood shouted.I was stunned for words and couldn’t speak. How the diamond got to my bag was beyond me.Every eye in the room was on me. Some were judging me already and whispering amongst themselves.“It has to be a mistake somehow, I won’t allow you to insult her. She clearly knows nothing about the theft”, Marcus said.My head was spinning. This was clearly a set up. Marcus and I had been in our room all day enjoying an intimate moment together. The only time we went out was when we had to go to the lounge downstairs.“No, gentle man, your wife here is nothing but a thief, if I hadn’t noticed earlier she would have escaped with it” Mrs Lockwood saidUnable to contain himself any longer, Marcus stepped forward, his voice cutting through the roo

NICOLEI settled into my plush seat on the airplane, eagerly anticipating my trip to Cuba. As the engines roared to life, I was excited. "And take off goes the airplane, all the way to Cuba!" I exclaimed, my words slightly muffled by the hum of the aircraft.Ah, the joys of having a rich husbandIt afforded me the freedom to travel wherever my heart desired. We settled into the Airbnb in Cuba, I could feel Marcus's gaze lingering on me, his eyes searching for any opportunity to satiate his inquisitiveness. "Marcus, please behave," I said with a playful glint in my eye, as I positioned myself in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom.He chuckled and leaned against the doorway, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, Nicole. I just can't help myself. Your skirts are hiding secrets that I'm dying to discover," he replied, feigning innocence.I shook my head, trying to stifle a laugh. "You're incorrigible, Marcus. But I'm afraid there will be no easy access to hidden t

MARCUSI jerked awake, my heart pounding in my chest as the sound of a scream echoed through the quiet darkness of the night. I flung off the covers, my mind still foggy with sleep, and stumbled out of the bedroom and followed the desperate cry. I reached the living room, my eyes widened in horror. Nicole was crawling in from the veranda, her face contorted in pain. Her usually radiant features were marred by anguish, and blood stained her arm, seeping through her fingers."Nicole!" I shouted, my voice filled with fear and concern. I rushed to her side, dropping down to my knees, disregarding the glass shards littering the floor. "What happened? Are you okay?"Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she clutched her injured arm. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood on her face. "There was someone... someone in the backyard," she managed to utter between strained breaths. "I... I didn't see them until it was too late."My heart sank as I surveyed the scene. The veranda doo

MARCUSI noticed something peculiar when I arrived home from the urgent meeting I went for. I hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out what could have happened while I was away.With a trembling hand, I inserted the key into the lock and swung the door open. The sight that greeted more was far from what I had expected. The house was in complete disarray. Furniture was overturned, and shattered glass littered the floorI noticed the bullet holes peppering the walls, their jagged edges a stark contrast against the peeling wallpaper. Panic gripped my chest, and I called out, "Nicole? Are you here?"There was no response, only an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Fear coursed through my veins as I frantically searched every room, my footsteps echoing. Was the place raided?Has she been kidnapped? Or worst Killed?Something was terribly wrong. I pulled out my phone, and dialed the emergency hotline. Within minutes, the police arrived, their sirens blaring thro

NICOLEI stared at him as he thought about something, he looked like Sherlock Holmes with that kind of expression."Ugh hello, earth to Marcus, what's going on in that big head of yours?" I poked his forehead and it was enough to get him out of his thoughts. But he still looked worried."It's nothing." He brushed it off like I brushed off my pathology assignment and I was slightly offended."We keeping secrets now?" I smiled caustically at him before he snorted into a chuckle, "I mean, if we was not you would tell me what's going on with you." I went back to making dinner for us, it was almost ready anyway."You wanna know what I'm thinking about?" He snuck behind me and kissed my neck, "you, seven positions in seventy minutes."At that point, I didn't roll my eyes, they rolled by themselves. He was trying to flirt, he was always horny."You mean seven positions in seven minutes, cause that's all you do these days." He deserved the roast and from the way his mouth hung in astonishment,