Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE IS MARRIED TO A SASSY LADY: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Ximena/Angela’s POVI was singing a lullaby to my little angel, Raven. She hardly sleeps these days, and I wonder why. Putting her to bed has become my daily and nightly routine since Davey traveled. She prefers his arms to mine, and these past few days have been hectic for me.“Come on, baby, you need to take a nap now. Mommy is tired,” I whined, feeling sleepy and frustrated. She was just three months old, but her cries were as loud as a ten-year-old’s. “Davey, please come back soon. I can’t handle this.”“Ma’am?” Rita, Tristan’s nanny, came over, holding the landline. “You have a call,” she said.“Who is it?” I asked, taking the phone from her.“I don’t know, Ma’am.”“Hello,” I said.“Is Mrs. Jackson on the line?” a hoarse voice asked, and I instantly felt uneasy.“Yes, who is this, please?” I asked, motioning for Rita to take care of Raven as I stepped out of the room.“We got this number from the v

Ximena/Angela’s POVI didn’t know how else to feel. Suicide crossed my mind so many times, but when I remembered my two bundles of joy, I wanted to live for them. I can't let my kids suffer the way I did. Though I didn’t grow up with my father, I still had someone to care for me–my crazy aunt. But not my kids. Davey’s mother died two years ago. He lost his father at a young age too, and his only sister, Clara, hates me. She never liked me, and it was why she fought with Davey before moving to Canada.“Can I come in?” Rita asked, cracking the door open.“You are already in,” I replied.She moved to sit beside me. Taking a deep breath, she began, “I know this is really hard for you, but I need you to be strong and push through. If anything happens to you, I don’t know if I can give your kids the life you would have given them,” she said, and I listened. “It's not easy to bear all the grief, the loss, and the burden alone. But I’m here for

Ximena/Angela’s POV“There is a step,” Hudson said as he led me into my room. I had to agree. Tristan had no place to play around in the hotel. I pitied him. He was always stuck with me inside. It wasn’t that he couldn’t go out, but I feared an evil might be lurking, ready to snatch my child away.“Thank you,” I said as he helped me sit on the bed.“I will show you to your room, Rita,” Hudson offered.“No, she will stay with me,” I insisted.“But there’s only one bed here,” Hudson pointed out.“There was only one bed at the hotel. We will manage. I can’t do without her.”“Then Tristan should come with me to my room. That will make more space for you...”“No,” I interrupted. “Thank you for your hospitality, Hudson, but we will stay together in this room,” I said firmly.“Fine, as you wish. I will go call my doctor to find the best optician,” he said.“Thank you,” Rita and I said in unison, and Hudson left.“You seem uneasy, ma’am. What’s the problem?” Rita asked, sitting beside me.“I’

Ximena/Angela’s POV"Angela?" Eleanor called, sitting beside me. "I had a bad dream.""Did you take your medication before sleeping?" I asked."Yes, but every time I close my eyes, she is always there, laughing hysterically and tormenting me.""Who are you talking about?" I asked, suddenly more interested."Adeline," she said, and my blood ran cold. "She seems so real and dangerous. I’m scared, Angela. What if she comes back?"Her words sent a chill down my spine. Should I take the words of this mentally fragile woman seriously, or rely on my own sanity? Adeline had died before us and was taken away by the authorities. There is no way she could come back. Heaven certainly wouldn’t allow such an evil soul to torment lives on Earth.I reached out and touched Eleanor's hand as she moved closer. "You don’t have to worry. She’s not coming back. She is gone now," I assured her."I hope so," she murmured, snuggling clo

Ximena/Angela’s POVI couldn’t breathe; I was suffocating under the weight of my helplessness. The doctor said Tristan didn’t need to be admitted until we found a matching donor since his condition wasn’t critical yet, but he was put on medication.“We have to see Hudson, one way or another,” I told Nevaeh, who sat brooding beside me in the living room. She had just been denied access to her father today as well. Something wasn’t right, and we needed help, but how?“The most infuriating part is that plump, red-haired old hag!” Nevaeh snapped, startling me. “I felt like ripping off her stupid head and strangling her! She looked so ridiculous in that uniform,” she ranted, clearly frustrated.“You need to calm down, okay? We need a solid plan to see Hudson. He is the only one who can explain exactly what happened to Camila,” I said, trying to steady my voice.“But how?” Nevaeh turned toward me. “How do we see him without the officers’ permis