All Chapters of Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

••Theron••My heart was racing as I sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by my closest friends. Keigan, Rome, Niro, and Herod had all come over at my request, eager to help me catch Samantha and put an end to her evil deeds.I was telling my wife that it's alright and do not worry too much but the fact was I was thinking deeply because of what's going around. I am the cause of Samantha's vengeance. Samantha was after us because she loves me and she wanted me to return back to her. I sighed looking at the men who were thinking of the ideas they would love to share in catching that woman."Okay, guys," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "We all know what Samantha has been doing to our family. It's time we put a stop to it. I called you because I have no siblings. I am afraid that Athara might be making her own action that will put her in a harmful situation."The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at each other. Herod's face was twisted in anger, his hands balled into

••Athara••As I cradled our son in my arms, I hummed a soft lullaby that my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. The sweet melody filled the room, and my little boy’s eyes slowly began to flutter close. I closed my eyes too, breathing in the scent of his soft hair as I lost myself to the music. I put him to bed when he was quite asleep."Sleep tight, my handsome little man," I said in the middle of humming the lullaby that made him close his eyes.Staring at my son's innocent face made me realize that he was the best thing that happened between me and my husband, a greatest gift of all. Athro took his face after his father. My husband was the handsomest man I ever knew in this world. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I opened my eyes to see my husband, Theron, standing in the doorway."Hi, beautiful," he said.His eyes were locked with mine, intense and full of emotions that I couldn’t quite decipher. "What is it, Theron?" I asked, sensing that something was wrong.He di

As I stood in the middle of the garden, feeling the cool breeze blowing against my skin, I breathed in the scent of the blooming flowers around me. It was like a paradise, with vibrant colors and the chirping of the birds creating a symphony of nature. It was my favorite spot in the house, and I would spend hours here whenever I could.Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms around me, and a familiar voice whispered into my ear. "I love you, beautiful."I turned around, and there was Theron, my husband, who had just returned from meeting his friend Rome. Theron was a tall and handsome man, with striking features and a charm that could win over anyone's heart. "What are you doing at Rome's house? That's around Brookville, right? You weren't here for a couple of days." He had deep, expressive eyes that sparkled in the sunlight and a warm smile that could light up the entire room. He was my dream husband, and I was lucky that from evil he became as sweet as a candy, and I loved him more than

It had been days since we arrived at the hospital. The tense atmosphere permeated every corner of these sterile walls. My heart raced with a mix of fear and hope every time I entered his room. There's no moment at a time that I am not checking him out, wanting to see his eyelids to move. The bullet had been successfully removed from his head, but he remained unconscious, caught in a shadowy realm between life and death.Standing outside his room, I hesitated, peering into the slightly open door. Something within me urged caution, a sixth sense that warned me to hold my steps. And then, unexpectedly, a voice broke the silence that hung in the air."Maid Tanna…" I repeated her name softly, my mind grappling with the revelation she had just dropped on me. "Theron, my son. Why are you making me worried about you like this? Can't you wake up now? I want to tell you the truth. I don't care if Madame Thaira and Sir Rondelle were getting mad at me. I don't want this feeling anymore. Seeing

After our intimate moment, I found solace in the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath me. The feeling of his heart beating in synchrony with mine brought a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in a long time. Being with him again, here and now, meant everything to me. It was as if all the worries that plagued my mind had been momentarily silenced.Weeks passed, and as our bond grew stronger, a new worry emerged, one that left me restless and filled with unanswered questions. It was a nagging thought that kept gnawing at the back of my mind, refusing to be dismissed. The fact that his mommy was not his real mother bothered me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that there was a hidden story waiting to be unravelled.Late one evening, as the sun set and cast a warm glow over the world outside, I finally mustered up the courage to share my concerns with him. We sat side by side, our shoulders touching, in the comfort of our small den. The room was filled with the