All Chapters of I'm The Billionaire's Soulmate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JASMINE Damien has really insulted me and it broke me to pieces. His words were soft and steady but pierced sharply like an arrow. I couldn't endure it and that was why I left his office in that manner. I just got back to Vegas last week and I had to ask questions about his whereabouts. I was given the address of his company. I rented a small room for myself because I thought that when I find Damien, everything will go back to normal and I will start living with him. But the reverse was the case. All those I have depended upon to get married to me are all married to someone else. I thought I was good enough for them because of the different things they said to me not knowing that I was being deceived. I am not getting any younger. What should I do? Everything was almost getting me depressed. I decided to go and look for Damien in the presidential house. Even if it is just for him to satisfy my urge and pay me, I will be fine. I have missed him. Since nobody wants to see me as a

SANDRAI brought the new girl into my house and my mother was just staring at us, looking all lost. The young girl greeted my mother, and she just nodded and was looking at me, finding the explanations on my face. I took the young girl to the guest room, "this will be where you will be staying for now." "Thank you so much, Dr Sandra," she said and I closed the door behind me. I went to meet my mother in the living room. "Who was that?" "Just a girl I met in the clinic this morning, she just lost her mother before I arrived.""Oh my! Sorry about that hun." "She is an orphan now and I decided to give her a better life.""That's fine, but you should have done that from afar, rather than bringing in a total stranger into the house. You know it's risky, right?" "Yeah, I am aware but I couldn't just let her go." The maid already came to serve me food but I told her that I would like to go and freshen up and also she should bring an extra plate of food because we have a new family me

SANDRA He smiled. “I once followed you from the mall. The day I came to your office. I learnt you are the owner of the clinic, am I right?" "Absolutely correct. So you made mention of the increase in population, the last time we met and I needed to know why you said so." Armando, sipped his drink. "I visited this city last month and it happened that I needed to check all the organs in my body because I haven't done that before but because I have the money now, I chose to do it." "I went to a certain hospital but the equipment wasn't enough. I was directed to this place. Eventually I decided to try my best and damn! That was so good. When I got back to base, I had to create an awareness because I know several people that wanted to have such an experience. That was how they came, liked the service rendered to them and they began to spread the news. People now come from far away just to receive treatment." I was shocked. I don't think I was in the clinic the day he came, or maybe

DAMIENGosh! I felt so irritated by what Clara did. How did she locate me? What kind of scattered plan was that? I drove home with so much regret. It was not my expectation at all. I expected that Sandra would have helped me out because of what I was about telling her. I still can't believe that Clara could do such a thing like that. Why would she arrange with a waitress to pour red wine on Sandra which has ruined her dress. I still can't explain that behavior. I got home and I met Clara at home. She was looking so calm as if she never did anything. I stood for some minutes, staring at her and didn't even know what to tell her. I entered my room without saying a word to her. I called Sandra but she wasn't picking up my calls. I sent her a message apologizing for what happened earlier and the reason for the date was because of my father. This new lifestyle that he is now living is something terrible that I can't explain. I don't know if he is planning on stopping the habit. It h

SANDRA My mother was rubbing her back because she was sobbing quietly. "But, I am not a bright student." "Says who?" "My classmates." "Did your teacher say something like that?" She shook her head negatively. I now understood that the fear was because of her fellow age mates. "Susan, I don't want you to be scared again. You are going to a new school and from now henceforth, I will pose as your elder sister so that they wouldn't notice anything. The respect will be there, okay?" Susan nodded and cleaned her tears. I really felt her fears because I have been there before. I know what it means when children of the rich and the wealthy bully the poor ones. It is very intimidating. That evening, I told my mother to follow me to the room that I wanted to show her something. I brought out the dress and showed her, "this is what I received today in the office." She collected it from me and observed it. "From who?" "Damien Flores." She widened her eyes, "Damien? Why? What for? Bu