All Chapters of Fake Marriage To The Billionaire Playboy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

...Lorenzo was the first to reach his family home, he parked his car and climbed down from it. He huffed, staring wildly at the door to his family home. He knew quite well that everyone was around, most especially his father whom he had to introduce to his fake wife. He was a hell lot of so nervous and anxious that his Mother could have been seeking answers from Sophie all through the drive, here. What should he do if she'd spilled the beans, unintentionally? No, she wasn't that naive. But what if.He sighed, rolling his hands through his hair and hitting the wall next to his house, lighting. It doesn't matter anymore. He should trust her. He was still in thoughts when he heard the horn, the gatekeeper racing over and unlocking the gate for them. The man bowed respectfully to the madam of the house as she came down from her car. Sophie tagged next to her like glue. It was pretty apparent with the way she was squeezing her gown and the forced smile she wore that she was nervous as

...I would say whatever happened in the past, she blamed herself for it.I shifted my seat closer to where hers was, grasping her hand. "Mum. It's alright. My hubby was wrong and I would like to apologize in his stead. You did what you thought was right. What parents won't like to see their son settle down especially if he was a player." I said, trying to make her laugh.She smiled a little, sniffling back the unshead tears at the tip of her eyes. "Every parent wants to see their grandchildren before they get old. I have no idea what the past may have been but it's the past. It's already done. Find it in your heart to forget about it and live in the present, Mother. Be happy... Okay. I promise to make you smile whenever I'm around." I said, truthfully this time.She stared at me for long seconds. Her expression brightened. Why was I not surprised when she pulled me into a hug?"You're a lovely girl, angel. Your mother must be so satisfied to have a child like you. She really did a

...Miguel had woken me in the middle of the night with the unstoppable sounds of his fierce cries. Luckily I've succeeded after many trials in making him fall back to sleep but then I couldn't get any myself. Of course, Lorenzo wasn't happy about it for he too couldn't get any. Miguel had kept everyone awake.I couldn't say he didn't know what he signed up for when he offered to take us in so he should bear it. No, he should get used to it in fact for it might keep on getting worse as time went by. Miguel was only three months old, after all. We can't hold him accountable for his acts.I didn't even know when morning came in as I went into the bathroom, taking a swift shower in case my baby awakened and started to look for his mother. I stepped out when I was done and saw he'd brought most of the things he knew I'd be needing from his car, displaying them on the bed for me. He'd left the room earlier but was back now. I thought, greeting him. "Good morning, Enzo."He said nothing

... After the food, everyone went about their ways as I helped the servants to put away the empty plates. After we were done, I climbed downstairs, one step at a time. Albeit the aching pain around my butt all the way down to my thighs were still there, I knew I had to give it time for it to fade away. I slowly tapped twice at the door and waited. When I got no response, I twisted the doorknob and stepped in.I stared at the room and could pinpoint the difference almost immediately, even with my eyes closed. Why can't I when It was obvious and even more beautiful than it was before? The bed and bedspread have been neatly arranged. The tiled floor was swept and mopped. The books are arranged accordingly and placed on the bookshelf. Miguel was still sleeping where I laid him earlier. I guess the servant really did a great job by endeavouring not to wake him. But I still have to wake him and feed him again. It was a new day, after all, I thought inwardly. I normally breastfeed him m

...Mally.Mally was in her suite-like room, her legs crossed with her favourite drink just within her reach as her nail technician groomed her fingernails. She'd wanted to use the procedure to get her mind off things but it wasn't working. She was still as frustrated as ever. How could he do this to her? How could he hurt her feelings this way? Who said he could marry another woman if not her? Who said he could use and throw her away like a trash can once he was done with her? How dare he call off their marriage without even a word of it to her? He even went ahead to embarrass her in the public by taking that bitch's side.She screamed, pulling the woman. "Ouch! That hurts, bitch! Can't you take it slow?! Or are you in to mess with me too?" She asked, sweeping everything that was on the table to the floor. The poor technician withdrew, backing away. This wasn't the first time she was called to attend to her. She was a VIP client and she had no option but to take any tantrum she t