All Chapters of Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Brandon’s POV I don’t know if I should call myself a coward, but this feels so wrong. I don’t know why Sandra suddenly wanted this, but I cannot do this. The anxiety in my chest grows with every passing second, making it hard to breathe. “I am sorry,” I say to Sandra, my voice trembling slightly. Her eyes narrow, and I can tell she doesn’t believe me. She places her hands on my shoulders, her touch both familiar and foreign, and leans her head forward, wanting to lay her lips on mine. But again, I move my lips aside, avoiding her lips from touching mine. Her breath is hot and desperate, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “We cannot do this,” I say to her, my voice firmer this time. Her response is immediate and insistent. She peers into my eyes, searching for something, perhaps a glimmer of compliance. I can then see the lust in her eyes growing more intense. She wants it so badly that she licks her lips, slowly and deliberately, before beginning to caress my hair with her fing

Matriarch Alessandra’s POVIt’s already evening, and with Robert doing his job, he has already contacted Brandon.Trust me, I do not know how he did it. But what I know is that the time has already been fixed, and right now, I am nervous about what to wear.To say that I know why I am nervous is a lie, though. It seems more difficult to figure out because I was not like this with the other men I have met in the last hours.“Could it be because I already have a soft spot for Brandon?” I thought to myself, immediately, I shake my head without knowing why i did it hence, I look into my luxurious closet.With the numerous beautiful clothes in it, I am still not able to figure out the perfect dress to wear, and for this, Robert knew without me having to tell him.“Knock, knock.” Right on my bedroom door, I heard a knock and a voice that followed.“Matriarch Alessandra, we are sent by Assistant Robert to help you look beautiful for your appointment,” this tiny, gentle female voice says from

Tyler's POVI have just cleaned the public area, and it's been over six months of doing this: cleaning the poop in the toilet, cleaning the road, helping maintain public parks and facilities—all as a result of the judgment the chief judge pronounced on me.But today is different. I have just cleaned the public toilet, making sure it was sparkling clean by flushing the stubborn dark poop down the toilet hole and scrubbing the toilet bowl clean. If it wasn't, my supervisor could instruct me to clean ten more in the same day."And Alessandra wants to find happiness?"I am stepping out from the public toilet, wiping my hands with a dark towel, when I suddenly see a certain type of news I do not want to see on the billboard.On the billboard is Alessandra’s face displayed boldly on the screen. She is wearing a kind of red suit, and her hands are to her jaws. Beneath the picture, a voice reads the news."Matriarch Alessandra is seen at the Riverside Restaurant with a certain man who, accord

Sandra’s POVIt is the beginning of a new day, but I am still not healed from the embarrassment Brandon caused. “How can he not like me after all these years?” This question has been haunting me since I angrily left the restaurant.In the same way the question continues to haunt me, the news on television, blogs, and every social media handle of every famous influencer is like they are in a corporation to haunt me.Because of this, I do not even bother to turn on the TV anymore. At least if I don’t watch TV or use the internet on my phone or laptop, I won’t see what they are saying about me.However, how long does this last?I do not even have to turn on the TV or use the internet on my phone. I was just driving on the road and holding in traffic when I saw on the billboard that Brandon and Matriarch Alessandra shared a kiss.It has not even been twenty-four hours since I angrily left the restaurant. Brandon has called me multiple times and texted me multiple times until I was forced

Tyler’s POVI know she is going to accept my offer. I mean, who wouldn’t? A cat cannot negotiate a bowl of milk. No matter what it takes, I know she is going to take the bait.And now that she accepts, all I need to do is wait for the funds to come in, and then I can proceed on the journey that ends bitterly for Alessandra.Scoff.I am on my blanket now, under the bridge, looking at my phone constantly, hoping to hear a notification from it soon.You see, I am the type that uses an iPhone and other fancy Android phones when I am still married to Alessandra. But now, with these punishments she is making me serve, I can no longer afford those kinds of phones.I have this burner phone in my hand; I even picked it up from a trash can. All the money I can get, perhaps one dollar throughout the whole day, I use to feed my always-crying tummy.Anyway, my phone beeps suddenly. To me, it sounds like the expected second coming of Christ because I have so much anticipation for this. As it sounds