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

Adam's POV.   I parked my car into my mother's driveway trying to resist the urge to turn the vehicle around and bail the hell out of there. I was tired. I was weary. All I wanted to do was take a long nap. It was a hectic day at the office.   And a hectic day in my mind.   Grumbling incoherently under my breath, I eyed my mother's building, wondering if I couldn't bail on dinner today. I had missed having dinner with her last week and she had granted and granted as if I had publicly disowned her.   So dramatic. I was going through shit. I had found out my shitty ex accountant was getting released. I had also found out that Eve had returned to Tom.  The last thought made me punch the steering wheel even though clearly, none of this was it's fault. It was just appalling to see. Or hearing and knowing she had chosen to return to that bas

Madeline's POV He wouldn't look at me. The only thing he had said to me all through the car ride was to stay away from his mother. I had laughed it off because he had to be joking.   There was no way he believed that I would stay away from.his mother just because he had asked me to. That was hilarious.   From then on, every single attempt I had made to start a conversation had ended up in silence and nothingness. He had his eyes fixed on the road, his jaw clenched so hard I could literally hear those teeth grind against each other. I couldn't give up though. I had to make Adam mine. We were so good together while we dated. All I had to do was remind him just how good we were together it would seem. He parked on the sidewalk of my home and killed off the engine, still not saying a word.   "Ah Adam," I teased, chuckling softly. "Why so tense?" 

Adam's POV"Thank you Mr Stone," one of the directors said and the others chorused one after the other as I rose to my feet. I bowed to them lightly, out of courtesy.  "If that will be all gentlemen, I'll take your leave now?"  They chuckled among themselves as if I had just told an inside joke while some simply nodded. Satisfied, I made my way out of the boardroom. Only then did I allow myself to sag in relief.   I was tired. I could only hope that I didn't have eye bags lining my eyelids at this rate. I didn't sleep much last night. Or the night before either.   My nights were the same- usually. I would work on a couple of documents, settle some business plans and have a conference meeting with a few investors in and out. I slept late all the damn time, but it wasn't something I was new to.  But the past few nights had been crazy. It fe

Eve's POV "Master is home," Nuren announced as if we hadn't both heard him drive into the garage.   I gave her a small nod while fixing my gaze on my phone. I had wanted to catch up on whatever it was that was going on out there, since Tom wouldn't let me leave the house, and had gone to the news section.  What I hadn't expected to see was that Harrison and co company was going through a crisis. Tom's company was on the brink of ruin and he hadn't told me anything. Not a word. Nothing.   But that certainly explained a lot of things that had been going on at home in the past few days. Tom's temper had been even more foul than usual. I hadn't thought that was possible, but apparently it was.   The day before, I had opened a bag of chips and headed down the stairs from our room to grab the bag of chips and throw it in the dustbin.  

 Tom's POV "Do I really have to do this?" I muttered to myself as I made my way to MidTown, New York city.   It wasn't particularly a friendly neighborhood and I couldn't recall the last time I had driven past the area, not to mention, drive purposefully to one of the buildings there. But it had been the address where he wanted to meet.  And considering my stocks were crashing faster than I could blink, I couldn't exactly refuse to meet him there. I was back to square one again. That square of desperation and the fear that you would never amount to anything ever again. It sucked. I hated feeling this way.   I resisted the urge to turn around and drive back home. I resisted giving in to the thought that plagued me, that I could just leave New York city, take Eve with me and we could go somewhere else to settle down. We could go to Ohio, or maybe even Canada.