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All Chapters of Madam Billionaire: Please, Don't Break My Heart: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160
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Chapter 150
To say Elena was pissed would be an understatement. Knowing that Simon was right, and that Richard had actually done what Simon had been accusing him of from the beginning, made her feel like an idiot. She couldn’t believe she had ignored her gut feeling so stubbornly.The moment Richard showed up like that, she knew something was strange, that something was not right, that everything that was happening was quite convenient. But she ignored it all in favor of her faith in him, and the guilt she felt for accusing him of something he didn’t do in the past. Shit. She was such an idiot.Simon was right. She was better than this, smarter than this to be fooled by just about anyone. After the driver was taken away from her sight, she turned to face Simon again. She still had questions, still some puzzles bothered her.“What about that car that had been tailing us? I saw it with my own eyes. Did… did Richard set that up too?”God, she was going to kill him. Kill her ex-husband for lying to h
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Josh was in the guest room—the one he had been occupying ever since he woke up from the coma—when he heard something crash outside his room.His heart leapt into his throat, and blame it on the deeply seated paranoia in his bones, before he could help himself, his brain was flipping through the worst-case scenarios.In seconds, he had thrown open the doors and seemed ready to save or tackle whatever it was.To his surprise, it wasn’t either Caleb or Elena who needed the help, it was Kelsey.And to his absolute horror, she was lying on the floor with her back to the wall, broken pieces of a vase scattered all around her.Before Josh could come to a conclusion about what the hell he was witnessing, the sister of his dead wife hiccuped.“Josh!” she practically sang his name, her eyes a little droopy. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” she wiped her face with the back of her hand. “…I didn’t see the vase. Who the hell keeps a decorative right in the middle of a hallway though?” She tried to get up but
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Josh stormed back into the room, feeling like breaking someone’s face.Goddammit! Who the fuck did she think she was to sputter such nonsense like that? And about her own sister? Who the fuck did that? And why? What did she think she would gain from it? Why did she try to stain the name of his wife?God, he was pissed off.Shaking his head, he went to his study and took a bottle from the small bar in the corner. He poured himself a tumbler full of whiskey and gulped it down without pause. He winced, his throat burning with a sensation that almost hurt.But he held it in. He slammed the empty tumbler back on the table before making himself another round.Shit.The last time he wanted to get drunk this badly was a long time ago.But now, he just wanted to keep drinking until everything that dumb bitch had said about his wife was drowned by the alcohol. He just wanted to forget about it, forget it in a way that he never remembered the conversation ever happened.Could he do that? Was it p
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Simon kissed the sleeping Elena one last time before rolling out of bed and changing into a fresh pair of shirt and pants. On his way out, he made sure to turn off the lights and close the door as gently as possible.Once downstairs, he lit a cigarette and headed out, gesturing to one of the guards standing outside to bring him the car Elena and he drove back to his home.The guard did as he was told, and soon enough a sleek black car was rolling down in front of him and the driver was stepping out, walking back to the boot of the car, and opening it.Simon breathed out a puff of white smoke and looked inside, humming gently as he watched a tied and gagged Richard McDowell aka his nephew (for some reason, thinking of which gave him unwanted shudders—he just hated that they were related. If only he could do something to stop his father from adopting his mother in the first place. Oh wait, he couldn’t have. He wasn’t born then.) lying in the boot.Fuck, he really hoped this bastard heard
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Josh was sitting in his office the next morning when Hudson strolled into his cabin, looking worried. Josh dropped whatever he was doing on his laptop and leaned back. “What’s wrong?”“Mrs. Pestova is here to see you.”Well, that certainly made sense. Josh nodded, capping the pen he had been holding. “Let her in.”“As you say, sir.”Hudson went out and soon enough returned with a very annoyed Nina Pestova in tow. Hudson chose to stand behind Josh while Nina grabbed the chair Josh pointed at.“This is ridiculous, Josh. You’re being very unreasonable, and you know that,” she gritted out lowly as she crossed her legs and glared hard.Josh did not rise to the bait. He stayed calm, blinking. “Care to elaborate? The lack of context is making my head hurt.”“You know very well what I’m talking about here. Ever since you came back, you have been avoiding us like the plague. What, Josh? Are we not friends anymore? Have you forgotten everything my family and I have done for you? How could you ju
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“I’m getting late, Simon,” Elena whined as she pushed against him, her palms flat on his hard chest, her eyes wide and up, staring at the ceiling.Simon continued kissing her neck, grunting and growling, pinning her hands behind her on the table, trying his best to make her stay.They were currently in his home office right now. She had come to say goodbye so she could leave for her shoot and then home, but ended up being thrown on his desk and ravished. Not that she was complaining. She loved the attention he showered on her, but she did have to leave.And she was getting late.Simon didn’t listen to her; he was too lost in her scent, the feel of her skin, and the sound of her moans and whimpers. He loved it when she moaned his name so sexily. He loved it when she couldn’t control her lust but fought against it anyway. He loved it when she tried to break free but ended up giving in to him, again and again.Elena bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning when he tugged her earlobe
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The drive to the hospital was fast and yet so damn painful.Elena couldn’t sit still even for a second, her chest tightening at the thought of Caleb being hurt, crying and asking for his mom who could no longer hear his calls. Her heart broke for the millionth time, knowing no one would ever be able to fill that void inside him.As soon as the car came to a halt at the driveway, she bolted for the glass doors.Simon didn’t try to stop her; he knew this was important. But he didn’t try to follow her either. He knew Josh was inside and he would not appreciate him tagging along with his sister, no matter the circumstances.Normally, Simon wouldn’t have cared about his feelings, but for Elena… he would do that for her. He would stay away and let her handle this on her own, putting his trust in her, hoping she would make all the right choices, hoping she would take care of herself and everyone.Elena reached the elevator and punched the buttons anxiously, hating everything and everyone when
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“I’m sorry, Miss Adams, but I really can’t do anything. The pressure from the board members is too much for me to even try to convince them otherwise,” the principal said, looking distressed, more miserable than Angelina herself, whom he had just fired for negligence.“Besides,” he continued, sighing deeply, “there’s no point in making your case. They have made up their minds, and nothing you or I do will change that. Trust me, I have already tried.”Angie sagged back in her chair, scowling at the desk. “Did you tell them what actually happened?”“I did,” the man said, not hiding his sympathy for her. He was a good man, after all. That much she knew. She couldn’t even blame him or throw a fit at him; she knew he must have tried his hardest to make them understand. “But they are not ready to listen. To be honest, I know they are under terrible pressure too.”That made Angie frown. “Who can pressure the board members? And all of them, at that?” It sounded like a terrible joke, but seeing
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Josh was at home in his office when one of the maids knocked on his door.“Sir, someone is here to see you,” she announced.Josh looked up, unsure who could be visiting at this hour. It wasn’t late, but it wasn’t office hours either. Besides, he hadn’t called anyone. He intended to keep the house quiet so Caleb could get all the rest he needed.And yet, someone had come.He nodded at the maid. “Bring them in, but make sure Caleb isn’t disturbed.”“As you say, sir,” the maid replied.She hurried out, and Josh returned to his work. After a few minutes, another knock interrupted him. With his back to the door, Josh was focused on finding a file on the shelf behind his desk.“Come in,” he said, reaching forward to grab the file once he found it, then settling back into his chair.But as he turned, his gaze fell on a woman standing a few feet away from his desk. The surprise on her face mirrored his own astonishment.If Josh’s memory served him right, she was the same woman who had insulted
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In the prison, someone knocked on Danika’s cell. She looked up to find a police officer standing there.“Danika Carter?” he asked.Danika nodded slowly. She hadn’t done anything wrong, so she had nothing to fear. But the nervous feeling in her gut refused to subside as she rose from her seat and stepped outside the cell.Her body ached from the beating she had taken a few days ago when she refused to share her bread with the bitch who thought she owned the whole prison.But she shouldn’t have done that because it only ended with the woman’s fat fist in Danika’s face and other delicate places.Shit. She hated this place, and only one person was responsible for sending her to this hellhole: Elena fucking Matthews and Simon fucking Walsh.With a grunt, she followed the officer down a long, winding corridor to a small room. She recognized it as the room where prisoners were brought to meet their families or advocates.“Have a seat,” the officer instructed, gesturing towards an empty chair.
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