All Chapters of Billionaire Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Oh great! Now he was playing the clueless little man. I didn't have time for this. I hadn't slept in a long while and I would love to cradle my head on a pillow right at that moment. What I did not need was a pretence. "Xavier, we don't have time for this. Are you better? So can we go home?" "Wait a sec," he interrupted, sitting up straighter on his butt. "You thought... That was an act?""No," I said sweetly. "I think all this is. And please let's not pretend you care about me when no one is there. It's weird." I probably sounded callous and cruel, but I was sleepy, cranky and honestly, in Susie's words, I didn't give a shit. If he could treat me like shit, then I could do the same. Xavier looked shocked. He opened his mouth, did something weird with it as if he was trying to speak but couldn't find the words and then closed it. Then he opened it again. This happened for quite a while until I thought I would smack my head on the wall. "Hailey," he sputtered finally. "You..." And

Nothing made sense the day after. Or even two weeks after. I barely saw Xavier after that day. He had been seriously ill for a few days after that and Brenda, the fire-breathing dragon that she was, made sure I was kept away from his room at all costs. But even after he got better, I still barely saw him. The closest I had been able to talk to him was at the dining table. And that had been to ask him to pass the salt.It wasn't like I hadn't tried to say something else. But Xavier had simply ignored me when I asked how he had been and then his mother stepped in to hack my head off my neck. Currently, I was at a cafe stuffing my face with cake while Susie and I talked about my supposed plan for the future. I wasn't doing much listening as I was quite busy trying to figure out why one minute, I thought I had Xavier, and the next, all I had was a teddy bear I had named Xavier and flogged several times a day. Yes, I was that desperate. "I'm thinking we could open a dress shop... Are

By the time we reached home, the cake I had eaten had dissolved and my stomach felt very empty. I wonder why it seemed I always ate like some silly pig, but never put on weight. It was one of the gifts I felt blessed to have. "Hungry," I mumbled as we weaved through the mansion, trying to get to the kitchen. "Me too." Susie said theatrically. She always did like to be extra..I laughed at her imitation of a dog panting and shook my head. "You look hilarious," I said. "And how do you think you look, Marilyn Monroe?" She spat. "Susie, that is so random and weird! How do you come up with these stuff?" Susie shrugged and grinned. "I try.""That doesn't answer the question but I would be foolish to pry," I stated. Susie threw me a wink and we halted In front of the kitchen. Was I dreaming? Or hallucinating? I feel it had to be hallucinations. I had spent the past weeks daydreaming about him, envisioning him and chasing after him like I was chasing after the wind. And there Xavier st

Despite all the hype from Susie and listening to all women power songs by Little Mix, when I got to the dining room, the false bravado that I had put on, cracked as I noticed how everyone seemed to stare at me.Everyone including Xavier. But that wasn't because I appeared in a hot smoking dress and smelled like roses or something. On the contrary, I looked like a lost hobo. The sweatshirt I found was bigger than I was and underneath it was baggy pants. Old clothes from when I lived with Grandma. She always did say I needed to hide my curves. I had disobeyed her and now I got my heart torn to shreds. She was right all along. I knew that now.Ignoring the smug look on Brenda's face and the concerned look on Zach's face, I made my way to a chair far away from Xavier and settled on it. They had already begun eating and the meat and pasta casserole looked quite delicious. I sighed delightfully. At least coming down to eat wasn't in vain. Zach cleared his throat as I mounted my plate with

"Hailey!" Brenda screamed so loud, I was sure astronauts could hear her. "What crawled up her a-""Just help me tighten the dress will you?" I groaned gesturing at the zipper of the cream lace ball gown I wore. "The modiste shouldn't have listened to you. Now she made it so tight.""Oh quit your whining," Susie chastened as she helped zip up my dress. "This dress is beautiful and you know it." It really was. I could barely recognize myself in the mirror. It was a cream-coloured dress that hugged my torso rather tightly. The sweetheart neckline made my breasts look like ripe plums and I feared that they would slip out at the ball the next day. "I don't get why we have to do a photo shoot. The marriage is ending anyways." I told Susie as she fetched my heels."You talk as if you don't know Brenda," Susie replied, helping me step into the deathly high shoes. "She's the fake till the end sort of person. And her son is exactly like her." My heart squeezed at the mention of Xavier quick