All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE IS MARRIED TO A SASSY LADY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ximena’s POV“Damn it!” I slammed the closet door out of anger. Nothing was inside. I searched everywhere: the drawers, the desk, the nightstand, and even the bed. Nothing. Abso-bloody-lutely nothing. I stood in the middle of the room, my heart racing like a racecar. I was steeped in my own sweat. Something clicked in my head. One more place to rummage. I shot to the vanity table, pulling open all its drawers and rummaging through it.“What are you looking for?” Hudson asked instantly, making my spirit jump out of me. I jerked up to my feet, looking for a hole to bury myself. Has he seen through the picture? Has he found out I was about to betray him? What will he do to me? Last night, I lied my way out of his interrogation.“I…I was just,” I stuttered. My brain was just void of any lie.“Looking for this?” he asked, showing me one of my mother’s stuff in my possession; a necklace. You are just amazing, dear God.“Oh, my days! I

Ximena’s POV“What is this?!” Hudson groaned. My spirit almost jumped out of me.“I… I can… explain,” I stuttered, trying to swallow the large lump that just grew in my throat.“Explain what, Ximena!” he yelled. I quivered, holding the door handle as a shield. My knees wobbled and tears trickled down my cheeks. I haven’t done anything wrong. “You signed a contract to take my company? You are an ally of my rivals?” he asked, stepping toward me.“It’s not… it’s not what you think. I can explain,” I cried.“It was all your plan to make me fall in love with you. How could you, Ximena? Despite all your outrageous attitude, I trusted you. I fell in love with you and all you had ever done was betray me? Who sent you?” he demanded. The disappointment in his eyes was as sharp as a dagger. How do I explain I never did? I felt like disappearing into thin air. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound reverberating like a

Ximena’s POVI wanted to end it all. I wanted to just die. The pain tugged hard at my heart, leaving nothing but bruises. Everyone blamed me, just like I have always been blamed.I was at the back of the house, in the yard, burying myself between the flowers. I wished the scents of nature could heal my wound and take it all away. Tears trickled down my face, releasing not even an iota of what I was feeling inside. Who would understand me? Who would listen to me? I have no one in this world. Everyone points accusing fingers at me, even when all I do is sacrifice myself for the safety of my family. What did I do to deserve this?“Just take me away, God. I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to be with my momma!” I whimpered, pulling my knees into my chest. I wrapped my arms around my knees to support my quivering self.“Ximena?”The low voice and gentle touch of a hand on my shoulder startled me. I looked over my shoulder and Nevaeh came

Harper’s POV“What do I do? What do I do?” I kept chattering as I moved back and forth in my room. I know Alberto could be many things: a Casanova, a greedy fellow, a gambler, among many others, but I never imagined him being a murderer.Speak of the devil and he appears.Alberto stormed into the room, startling me. He rushed to the closet, pulling it open and rummaging through his stuff.“Where the heck did I put it?” he mumbled.“We need to talk, Alberto,” I said, moving closer to him.“Have you lost your sight? Can’t you see I’m busy?” he groaned, pulling out the drawers and slamming them back in.“Why did you do it?” I asked, ignoring his harsh tone.He looked at me with knitted brows like he was having eyebrows fighting competition.“I saw you, Alberto,” my voice was merely a whisper. “I saw everything you did a few days ago. Explain the reason to me right now,” that was a demand.

Ximena’s POVBut my expectations and excitement vanished the moment I saw my visitor. My heart caught in my throat.Alberto?He stood up, smirking evilly at me. “Come on, have a sit, jailee,” he sneered.Because of the officers, I quietly took a sit opposite him. “What are you doing here?” I asked between gritted teeth.“Hey, take a chill pill, will you? Is it a bad thing to visit my wife’s murderer?” he asked, more like mocking me.“Hold on a minute. Tell me you didn’t do it,” I said, my eyes popping out of their sockets.“It’s fine, I won’t tell you if you don’t want to hear it.”“Alberto!” I groaned.“Do you want to add to your current condition?” he sneered. “I warned you, remember? I thought things were going to be easy with you, but then, it turned out you were only going to obstruct my plans. So, I diverged the plan to put you in a place where you wouldn’t hinder my plans, but you managed to esca