All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE IS MARRIED TO A SASSY LADY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ximena/Angela POV"Look who we have here. Come on in," Hudson greeted, standing up."Good day, Sir," I replied, feigning politeness as if we were meeting for the first time. Confusion washed over his face. "My name is Angela. I'm here for the interview," I said politely."Have a seat, please," he said and I sat opposite him. "You are confusing me, Angela. What are you talking about?" he asked, settling into his chair."I received an email from The Miles about an interview today," I explained."That’s what’s confusing me. How can you be here for an interview? Didn’t you tell me you owned a hotel? Now you are here for an assistant interview?" His confusion deepened."Oh! My God!" I exclaimed, feigning shock. "That’s the problem with having an identical twin. It’s so frustrating.""What are you talking about? Angela doesn’t have a twin. And even if she did, why would she have the same name as you?" he pressed."Oka

Ximena/Angela’s POVWithout wrapping up, he gathered his things and turned to me. “Come on,” he said.“Sir, what if they are outside?” I asked, my voice trembling.“Don’t worry. I will handle them,” he reassured me, taking my hand. I couldn’t stop staring at him. If only he had been willing to protect Ximena and not just Angela. The fact that he had a child with Mila tormented me.I abruptly pulled my hand away, and he stopped, turning to look at me.“What is wrong?” he asked.My chest rose and fell rapidly. 'What isn’t wrong? Do you promise to protect every woman who crosses your path? Why didn’t you protect me? Why did you let me die?' I screamed in my head, but none of the words escaped my lips.“Are you okay?” Hudson asked again.“Calm down, Ximena,” my inner voice warned. “You will expose yourself before you expose your enemy. Is that what you want?”I took a deep breath and relaxed. “I’m sorry, si

Ximena/Angela’s POVIt was Saturday morning, and I woke up feeling dull and weak. My head throbbed, and my heart kept skipping beats. I tried calling Davey, but he wasn’t answering. Why do I feel so strange this morning? I should be overjoyed; Rafael is coming to get his child today, and Mila will be out of this house and out of Hudson’s life.At the dining table, Adeline and Mila kept glancing at me. Their unusual looks made me uneasy.Adeline smiled and added an omelet to my plate. “Fill up your energy, Angela. You will need it,” she said.My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach twisted. I glanced at Hudson, who was focused on his food, while Mila and Adeline exchanged sinister grins.“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. I couldn’t bear their stares any longer.“Are you alright?” Hudson asked, and I nodded.I went to my room and called Rafael to cancel his visit. Change of plans.Later, Hudson came into my room. “How do you feel now?” he asked, feeling my neck.“I’m okay,” I said,

Ximena/Angela’s POVI have lost track of how many "good morning" greetings I have received from Lucy. I don’t even know if I have been here for a week or a month. My body has gotten so used to this bed that it feels like an extension of my skin. Each passing day brings back painful memories from my past. It’s driving me crazy. Was that their plan all along? Do they want me to lose my mind and become just like the others?“Hello, dear!" I heard a man’s voice and looked up. He was a muscular man with blond hair and sharp features. His smile was radiant and charming.I squinted, trying to remember where I had seen him before. I know this face. He stepped forward, felt my forehead, and took out a syringe filled with something.“Please don’t use that on me again,” I begged.“This is the last one, sweetheart. It will end your pain, I promise,” he said.“Wait, what does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding.“Just stay still.

Ximena/Angela’s POVAt night, Davey entered the room, holding a glass of water with my drugs.“I brought your drugs,” he said, sitting next to me on the bed. I sat up to take it. Afterward, he tried to leave, but I held his hand.“We need to talk, please,” I said.“The doctor said you don’t need stress. Whatever it is can wait until you are better,” he said, then walked out.It’s been a week since Davey brought me home. I have finished all my drugs, and I think I’m well now, even though I still get a few aches here and there. Davey has been avoiding me, using my condition as an excuse.I dressed up in an elegant emerald gown, ready to go to my hotel. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen the building.“Where are you going?” Davey asked, entering the room.“Aren’t you going to work?” I asked him.“That doesn’t answer my question,” he said, sitting on the couch.I took a deep breath. “I’m