All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE COLD HEARTED BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sam's POVAs I approached the sleek, modern office building that housed my CEO's office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. After all, I was created with one purpose in mind- to be the best personal assistant Daryl could ask for.As I stepped into the office, I scanned the room for my CEO. He was sitting at his desk, staring at his computer screen with a look of intense concentration. I quickly made my way over to him, hoping to catch his attention."Good morning, sir," I said, in my most cheerful tone. "I have some information for you."My CEO looked up at me, his expression stern as he said, "What is it?"I took a deep breath and began to recount the information that he had sent me to investigate. From the tone of my CEO's voice, I knew that this was something important, so I made sure to give him all of the details.As I spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. This was what I was created for to be a helpful assistant, to bring important informati

As usual, Chelsea's morning routine starts with the sound of her alarm ringing at 6:00 am. After hitting Snooze a couple of times, she finally opens her eyes and stretches her arms.To kick start her day, Chelsea likes to drink a cup of coffee while checking her emails and going through her to-do list for the day. She knows that it's going to be a long one as she has a busy day at the office, followed by an evening class for her master's degree program.After finishing her coffee and responding to some urgent emails, Chelsea makes her way to the bathroom to freshen up. She takes a quick shower, brushes her teeth, and gets dressed in a smart outfit appropriate for her work and her evening class.As she heads to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast, Chelsea takes a moment to reflect on why she took on this challenging schedule. She knows it's not easy to juggle work and studies, but she's always been one to challenge herself and push her limits. Plus, she's excited about the opportunit

As the morning sun crept through the blinds, Madam Helene Willows stirred awake. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and hear the birds chirping outside. With a stretch and a yawn, she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. With a look out the window, she could tell that it was going to be a beautiful day outside.But as she got out of bed, she noticed that something felt off. The air in the room felt heavy and the atmosphere was tense. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but she knew that something wasn't right.Just as she was about to head out of the room, the phone rang. It was her daughter, Chelsea, calling to greet her father. As Madam Helene picked up the phone, she tried to act weird and pretend like she was somebody else. She spoke in a high-pitched voice and used words she never would normally use.Chelsea was caught off guard and asked if everything was okay. Madam Helene simply brushed it off and ended the call, feeling even more uneasy than before.As she wen

Chelsea woke up to a cloudy morning, the kind of morning where she couldn't decide whether to wear a jacket or not. As she prepared to dress her baby girl for the day and get ready for work, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease after the bizarre phone conversation with her mother the night before.Despite several attempts to reach her mother, she could only reach her late at night. The conversation that ensued left Chelsea with more questions than answers. Her mother had suddenly acted as if she didn't know her, asking for her name and then ending the call abruptly. Chelsea was left dumbfounded, wondering if her mother was playing a strange prank or if something was genuinely wrong.As she continued to get ready for work, the weather outside seemed to match her mood. A heavy rainstorm had started, and she could hear the sound of the raindrops pounding against the roof. She picked up her phone to dial her mother's number again, but her phone rang before she could make the call.

Mr. Cruz slowly stirred from his sleep, blinking his eyes open to the soft morning light streaming through the bedroom window. As he stretched his arms and sat up, he couldn't help but notice the absence of his wife, Mrs. Willows, by his side. He furrowed his brow, wondering where she might be at such an early hour. Curiosity piqued, Mr. Cruz swung his legs over the side of the bed and made his way downstairs, following the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee that wafted through the air. As he entered the kitchen, he found Mrs. Willows standing near the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. "Good morning, darling," Mr. Cruz greeted her with a warm smile. "What are you doing so early?" Mrs. Willows turned to face him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and concern. She set down her cup and sighed heavily. "Good morning, Cruz. I couldn't sleep well last night, so I thought I'd come down and make myself a cup of coffee." Concerned by her weary demeanor, Mr. Cruz walked over