All Chapters of The Billionaire's Submissive: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Tom's POV  "Why are we going to a hospital?"  Somehow I felt foolish asking a question like that. The men around certainly made me feel even more foolish because they laughed like a bunch of hyenas.   Barlow jumped to his feet, scrunching up his face so that his pig nose stood out. "Come on Tom, don't be a Ninny,"  "You're a ninny!" I snapped, rising on my feet. "You just announced we were going to a hospital. I don't understand why?"  "I thought you'd rather not know," Finn shrugged, walking towards a shelf on his wall. "Just do as I say and everything should turn out fine." "That doesn't sound very comforting," I grumbled. I knew I was entering a shady deal with him, or that I was knee deep in it already. I just didn't expect he would be shady about it as well.   Dragging out a drawer from the she

Adam's POV "You're done with all of them?"  My assistant gasped, staring at the pile of documents that stood as tall as her on my desk. Hell if I were in her shoes as well, I would be surprised. But I had done the work. I sat through every single one of those documents for a week and I knew exactly how backbreaking working on them had been.   "You know Lillian, a true assistant would not sound so shocked. I've been on them for a week." I said, feeling quite proud of myself. It had been pure madness, but running a five star company was pure madness in the first place. Along with all the unwanted attention that came with it.  "There were six hundred documents, Mr Stone. They were supposed to last you two weeks if I remember the schedule correctly. Doing that amount of paperwork in a week is insane. How are you even talking right now?"  I laughed at her word

Madeline's POV "What now?" When John had suggested meeting outside, I had almost called him the hunchback of Notre Dame. Except the hunch bank was quite smart and John wasn't.   Okay perhaps that wasn't entirely true as I came to find out.   I had refused at first because the press attacks had worsened! I thought they had reduced for a while, but Avila found new pictures of me and her dear late husband, spread them all over the news like the attention seeker she was and now the nation was out for my blood again.   So freaking annoying!   I could barely leave the house, without being swarmed by reporters. So when John had suggested meeting at a cafe to discuss his findings on Avila and anything else to use against Adam, I had shot him down. Technically he deserved it. He hadn't said the important bit first.   H

Eve's POV Turns out we weren't going far at all. Anabelle had listened and I couldn't be more grateful.   "Found this place while I was trying to do a U-turn," Anabelle explained as she swerved into the car park. It was a mini cafe named Mortys. It was so cute and I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it along the road. I had lived in that estate for some years.  Granted I didn't go out much, but that didn't mean I shouldn't have noticed a cafe by the street.   "I'm sure you've come here sometimes," Anabelle mumbled, looking apologetic. "I just wanted a place where we can see the estate gate from a distance because I know you'll spend the entire time worrying about getting home unscathed." "I never knew this place existed," I chuckled at the look of horror on her face. "Thank you for considering my anxiety though.".  "How do you no

Author's POV The man dropped dead, his body hitting the ground with a thump. There were several other bodies scattered around him and they all had a clean shot to the head.   It was a cold night. The wind whipped around Micheal's jacket as he stared down at the bodies sprawled on the floor. This was the heart of New York city. A place with tall skyscrapers that looked like they would kiss the sky.   He stood on one of them, dressed in a hooded black coat and with a sniper set up, glaring into the distance.   "Target confirmed dead," The earpiece in his ear rang with someone's voice.   "I know, Andy. I killed the bastard," Micheal said dryly, feeling annoyed.   Maybe it was the alcohol in his system. He had taken bourbon because it didn't make him tipsy easily. But it seemed it made him feel his emotions in a h