All Chapters of The Forbidden Billionaire's Dirty Secret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

TheoHe had only stepped out of the Archer house when Theo’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and since it was William calling him, Theo picked it up. “It’s bad news.”These were William’s first words, and Theo sighed. “What is it now? Don’t tell me your sister is already marrying Jacobs.”The idea was heart-wrenching for Theo and he regretted immediately as he uttered those words. He sat in the car and motioned his driver to move.“Worse. There is a mole. Your secretary. Bert.”“What?” Theo wanted to laugh at this suggestion, but then William went on and told him everything. Theo couldn’t believe it, of course.“Well, can’t help but sack him, right?”“Yes. One more thing. Jacobs is taking Natalie to a party tonight.”“What party?” Theo couldn’t help asking.“No idea, but I have a man in place who will be tracking as soon as they leave for it. You ready for a party tonight?”Theo closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Do I have a choice? But before that I have some sacking to

TheodoreNatalie’s words hurt Theodore to the extent he had not imagined. He was waiting for a moment to strike, but things were moving too fast.First, he had seen that mark on Natalie’s neck, and he had been furious. Did she really get so soon in Jacobs’ bed?The images of her writhing beneath him made Theodore afraid of closing his eyes. He wanted to push those thoughts away.When he had seen her on the dance floor, there was no mistaking their closeness. She was moving effortlessly, and Jacobs’ face in her shoulder didn’t seem to bother her.Even when their eyes had met, she didn’t seem guilty at all. Was it all Theodore’s imagination that he had felt Natalie’s care growing for him? Was it a lie what she had muttered in her sleep? Did she not even like him as a human being, because the way she was crushing his heart, it was inhuman.When she told him that Jacobs wanted to marry her, Theodore couldn’t just let the words slide. How could he? He wanted the woman to be his bride and y

NatalieShe looked at her face in the mirror. It had swelled up, and looked red. Nicholas Archer had hit her pretty bad. It was twice this week, and Natalie wanted to scream. Never in her life that she had been hit, but these days, she was insulted and treated worse than slaves.She shook her head. Who was there to blame? No one but herself.A maid came with a hot water bag and asked Natalie to place it on her cheek.Natalie took it from her and also took the medicine.The swelling had to die down. Natalie wanted to run away. And she will. If marrying Michael, a lunatic, was her destiny, she will change it. These men might look powerful and have guns, but she knew they wouldn’t kill her. She was their greatest weapon against Theodore. Besides, if she dies, Theodore would be relieved of any burdens, won’t he?But she wasn’t going to die. She will run. Run away from Hanson, because she could. She couldn’t look herself in the eyes and think I haven’t tried anything to escape this hell. S

NatalieNatalie lay in bed, exhausted, hurt, failed. It was not the pain of getting shot that was eating at her, but it was the pain that she had failed. Yes, she had failed in escaping Jacobs. God knows what the next day will bring in her life, was not her only thought.Natalie was wondering what would have happened if he had not shot her leg or if it had not “just grazed,” as Jacobs was putting it. What if the bullet had been aimed at her heart? It had been better, because Natalie was a woman but she was being treated worse than cattle these past days. First, Theodore kidnapped her and kept her like a bird in a cage.Now Jacobs, whipping her to do what he pleased.“We are living in 21st century, for heaven’s sake.” She muttered loudly, but who was there to listen? No one.She turned on her side and winced.She had to had dinner and then her meds. Jacobs could forcefully make her eat, but he could do nothing to make her sleep. Sleep was miles away from Natalie’s eyes.The next mornin

JacobsHe cursed loudly and threw the glass at the wall. “Why the fuck?” No one had the answers but the doctor.He waited in the drawing room, pacing from one corner to another, waiting for the doctor who was checking up on Natalie. The foolish girl had actually slit her wrist. And that too with a scissor.He had intended to scare her, but not this much. Did she really want to die?He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to know the answers.The doctor came out and told the maid about her meds.“How is she? Was it severe?” Jacobs was impatient.Dr. Knight knew Jacobs and had hidden several secrets of this businessman, but it was the first time that he was handling a case of suicide for Jacobs.He motioned for Jacobs to sit down. Jacobs’ breath was uneven. He was hell bent on revenge, but he didn’t want Natalie’s death on his hands.“She is fragile. Her cheek had a bruise. She is hurt in the leg already. I had told you that her injury was delicate, and yet it was bleeding again. Will you ca