All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Surrender: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Neil's PoV I was ready. I was ready to tell her what I felt. The moment I called for and I was not going to apologize. "How about I kiss you deeply and cuddle you tonight?" I watch Zina gulp, as she tried to digest what I had told her. She looked shocked. But why was she? Wasn't it expected of me to do this since we were married? "Have you forgotten our limitations?"her voice squeaked. I smiled. "Our limitations don't mean I don't want. If anything, it makes me want you the more." I replied to her with a sarcastic joke. I noticed she was feeling uneasy with my joke but at that moment, I didn't care. It was the truth after all. "Wouldn't you want the same thing?" I managed a smile. "I've noticed you for a while now and I see how forward you are with me, do you not want me to where I want you?" Zina blushed. The fact that her cheek what's getting red, was enough confirmation that she wanted me to. "You see"I pointed to her and laughed, "you want me too." Zina didn't reply

Neil stopped in his tracks at his receptionist’s words. He could not just walk into that office without a tangible explanation on his lips, nor could he turn away from her. He could not grasp who would have told her. His lawyer would not dare it if she valued her practicing license, and she had worked with him for too long to have made this kind of mistake. It definitely could not be Zina, they were in this together and she had more to lose by saying anything to anyone that was not Sarah and by extension Pascal. Not to mention the non-disclosure agreement that she signed. He took a deep breath and turned to his receptionist who was waiting for his next instructions. “All my appointments are confirmed until and unless I say otherwise, thank you.” Neil said to his receptionist and walked into his office. He just had to know how to play this out without telling her the truth. “Oh, you are here. I thought I had more time to snoop around your office.” Neil’s mother said in the form of a

Sandra’s POV:I sat with a sigh in my room, then carried my aching head in my hands. The tears I thought were done came again, why this was hurting me so much is not really a mystery. The pains I thought I had overcome and buried years ago resurfaced with this event today.FlashbackI had just turned nineteen and the whole world was my backyard. Pretty brown skinned girl with an amazing figure, great hair, great skin and perfect dentition. I was probably every boy’s fantasy on the street, and I relished every second of the attention I was receiving.Then he caught my attention. And I caught him.He was from a rich home, his name was Justin and he was an older guy. Twenty four whole years and he was a fine specimen, I deemed him worthy of me and my reputation so I offered no resistance when he asked me out for coffee.That day I was out with my usual biker skirt and crop top, got to show off the beauty that God created, he walked up to me from his range rover across the street. And tha

Sandra’s POV:I woke up a bit groggy, the pain in my head was now a full blown headache. Zina, my darling friend, had a glass of water next to me with some pills I was guessing would be aspirin. I took them and smiled at what she said about her knowledge of hiding a body or unaliving someone.Zina was just a darling friend.“I don’t know which would be more satisfying, you killing him or me doing the job myself.” I said to Zina who squeezed my hand that she grabbed it.“Well I can still hold a torch while you get to it, what did that knucklehead do this time around to make you cry? Usually you rant but you never cry.” Zina said and pointed out the fact that I did not cry. Well, this one warranted more than tears.“He was playing with me all this while.” I said quietly to Zina who gasped.“No, that can’t be true. I overheard his conversation with my husband. He wants to marry you. He was asking Neil for advice on something, I did not catch that part, not like I was eavesdropping on pur

Pascal's POV: There was a trope of elephants having a jamboree in my head. Even the slightest movement was filled with pain. What on earth did I consume last night? The rush of memory came with another rush of pain. I remembered messing up yesterday night's proposal to Sandra, she was not taking my calls. I called Neil and we had a pity party, or better put, I had a pity party with him. He fed me and gave me brandy. Yep, there was the culprit. I managed to raise my head but my brain rattled from the movement. Dear Lord I will never get this drunk again, probably a lie but a good thought. I turned and saw a cup of water covered with some pills in a container. I hoped it was not poison and quickly downed it because I needed a little relief, even if it was momentary. The water sliding down my throat reminded my body that I was thirsty. So I took a hold of the pitcher that was next to the originally covered cup and drank it whole. My head felt better for it. When the trope of elephants