Semua Bab Reunited With My Billionaire Husband: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Charles' POVI stood outside the balcony with a cigarette in my hand. I puffed the smoke into the night and thought about my life. The glass of alcohol on my other hand was my normal routine of trying to drown away my sorrows. Still, I liked the silence of the balcony because the party was too chattering for me. I felt someone behind me, but I didn't bother to turn around. " What's the issue now, Linda?" I puffed smoke into the air. Linda was my secretary, the one person I could tolerate on days like this. I was so familiar with her that I didn't need to turn around to know that she was the one. " Sir, you can't be drinking and smoking." She gently said. " I'm fine." I took another drag. " Now what do you have for me?"" May Russel be at the party." She announced. " And she has been pestering me about you." I lowered my gaze, I couldn't help but sigh. May was the daughter of one of the billionaires in town. She was a platonic friend, but I knew that she wanted to be more w

Erika's POVCharles and I were doomed from the start. I was either too young to notice or I was too immersed in our relationship. The first time I met Charles...I had just walked back into the house from the garden. I usually enjoyed reading my novels under the acorn tree, with my feet covered with fallen leaves. I had my fantasy book in my arm as I walked into the house. I sighted five cars outside and a couple of guards outside. I could tell that we had a very important guest in the house. I walked past the study, tiptoeing to my room so that mum and dad won't feel I was interrupting their guest. I curiously stopped at the door. They were not trying their hardest to be quiet and I could make out some of the words from their conversation. They didn't make the entire sense since I only got out phrases from the sentences, but I heard the word "shares" over and over again. That shot up the curiosity in me. I knew that they were business people who worked for the Wilson company.

Erika's POVThe wave of shock massively swooped me, but I managed to keep myself together. Did Charles Evans just offer to give him cherries that he bought from the roadside? Has he changed that much?If there was one thing I remembered about Charles, it was the fact that he was obsessed with hygiene. Yes, as obsessed as he was with mathematics, robots, and his company. I couldn't believe that the beat freak I knew was offering something he bought from the roadside. The truth was that he was right, I loved cherries to the death of me, but I wasn't going to take it from him. I wasn't going to give him the impression that everyone was all roses and rainbows with us again. He held the cherries close to himself, and his huge shoulders dropped. " I– I didn't know that you hated cherries now." He looked at the pack in his hands. " They were like your favorite thing, forever." " Yeah, until they weren't." I started to scroll to my phone, there was just a lot I have to catch up with.

Charles' POVThe dancing clubbers suddenly turned to still stones. David was standing with his nose covered in blood. The blood has also stained his shirt. " You motherfucker." David looked at his hands. I attacked him again, pushing him to the ground and delivering blows to his nostrils. The lady with him screamed, but no one was brave enough to pull me away from him. " Charles, enough!" Bruce tore me away from him and held my hands behind my back. " Are you fucking insane?!" David was shocked. " What the hell is wrong with you?" " That's what you get for cheating on Erika!" I fired at him. " How dare you cheat on her? She is too good for you!"" Why do you care?!" He fired at me. " I wasn't the one who disgraced her in front of hundreds of people years ago!" " Let go of me, Bruce." I shut my eyes. " Just for one damn minute!"Bruce didn't listen, if anything he held me tighter than before. I wanted to kill David, I didn't even care what was going to happen afterward. I didn

Erika's POVI drove through the morning traffic like a lunatic who got out of an asylum. I recalled the text of the worried teacher telling me that my daughter punched someone and got into trouble, but apparently, it was fine now because the popular Charles Evans came and handled it. Was this a joke?! How did Charles even know where she schooled? Had he been keeping tabs on my daughter and me?I parked carelessly before I ran into the school in my high shoes. I jerked my head here and there as I looked for my daughter.I heard a familiar laughter and I stopped to retrace my steps. Rose and Charles were sitting on a bench in a corner. They were talking like friends and had cones of ice cream in their hands. I huffed in annoyance as I trotted towards them, David's face got serious when I saw them. Rose saw me too, but she flashed me her brightest smile as she got up to hug me. " Mummy!" She screamed. " What are you doing here?" " Seriously?" I asked her. " You are now punching y