All Chapters of The Billionaire's Mistress: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mum… I had really missed you,” I wrapped my arms around her in a warm embrace, as I welcomed her with cheers.“Oh! You're here, Alice! You didn't tell me you were coming,” she smiled, surprised to see me.“Yeah mum, it was a surprise visit! I didn't need to tell you about it,” I teased.“Oh wow! That's lovely, Alice!” She remarked, beaming with smiles.“So, how've you been, mum?” I asked, concernedly.“Very well, Alice! And you?” she grimaced a smile.“I’m doing pretty well too,” I answered, returning the smile.“Dad told me you went down the neighborhood to see Mrs Winifred, your long time friend,” I disclosed, peering into her face, excitedly.“Yeah, I did. Can I go in now?” She smiled at my insensitivenessI just realized we were still standing by the door.“Oh yeah, that's true,” I shrugged, ushering her in.“I'm so sorry about that, mum. My mind was somewhere else,” I apologized sincerely.“It's fine, Alice. Get your mind back! You're home now,” she teased, giving me a funny stare

"What? Charles... How did you get here? You didn't tell me you were coming!" I ranted, as my eyes popped in disbelief.He frowned angrily, as he caught a sight of what I was doing earlier. He kept mum, all the time. I didn't like the expression on his face."What's wrong with you, Charles? It is me, Charles, or are you seeing a ghost? Please talk to me!" I didn't like the silence."I thought I gave you some rules. Have you gotten them off your mind in a jiffy? What the hell are you doing?" he was so pissed off."I'm so sorry Charles, I just..." My statement was incomplete. "You just did what? Felt horny, huh? And you're yelling my name all over the place?" he shut me a dagger glare."I'm so sorry about that, Charles. I won't do that again. I promise," I pleaded with him.He seemed not to be interested in what I was saying. He breathed heavily, like he was going to tear me into pieces any moment from now."I warned you, Alice! I warned you, but you won't listen to me!" he stared disdai

I turned my face towards the left, struggling hard to hide it away from the cameras. The CEO kept mum, with a resolute face. The reporters were surprised at how none of us budged. They soon grew more anxious and continued with their questioning.“Who is she to you?”“How can you explain this to the media?”“And she looks like a pauper. Why would you stoop so low?”That last hurt me so deeply. I gasped suddenly and gulped down hard. I knew I didn't have much money, but it's so bad how they made me feel worthless like some piece of filth. In a normal circumstance, I'd have tried to defend myself, but right now, the circumstances were beyond normal, so I couldn't do anything about it.I wanted to say something to the man beside me, but the noise from the crowd drowned my tiny voice. It now sounded barely above a whisper.“Can we leave this place immediately? I can't take this anymore!” I took an exasperated sigh.“Oh you wanna leave? Isn't this more of a shame to you?” One of the angry r

The Gibbons garden was well-decorated with live flowers of different kinds. The canopy trees gave the place a shady look and a touch of nature. This was a perfect spot for Alex and I. I have come here on several occasions to catch up with Charles, but most of the time, he didn't show up. I'd painstakingly leave after waiting for hours without seeing him. Now it was my turn. My turn to pay him back in a different way.Bernard and I had showed up a little earlier than when Charles decided we met. We were already seated opposite to each other, under my favourite tree, enjoying the chill of the atmosphere and he had ordered a bottle of champagne.“Alice, can I ask you a question?” He gazed at me suddenly.“What’s that?” I was curious to know what he wanted to ask.“Do you still love your boyfriend?” His hoarse tone pervaded my ears.I gulped, lowering my gaze to the table and admiring the lovely patterns on it. I knew I had to choose my words wisely, else it would end on a bad note.“I h

Sundays have always been my worst days since I relocated to this part of the city. It was overly boring and sunny most times, especially in summer. I usually stayed indoors until evening, primarily because I seldom attend church service. Even when I did, the sermons were unnecessarily and enervating. It would stretch as long as two hours, after which the tireless Sermoner would walk down the pulpit, still looking eager to say more. Nevertheless, after the unending sermon, I'd find it difficult to recall a single word he said, nor would I remember a Bible verse. I sometimes wondered if I was the only one that felt that way.Today was different. I still didn't attend church, but staying at home was no better. I had nothing to do and yet nowhere to go.I had earlier expected Bernard's call, to perhaps ask me out for tea at a favourite cafe down the street, or a quiet time at his private suite, or something of sort, but it never did come. I then attempted to call him to ask how he was fa