All Chapters of Rise Of The Billionaire’s Ex-Wife: From Lame To Fame: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

112. The next morning, Mia sat in the living room, glancing through a fashion dance magazine. Mrs. Theresa had asked her to research some outfits they could use for the competition coming up soon. She took a sip from the smoothie in her hand but frowned when she perceived a stench coming from up the stairs. Her nose twitched as she took it in. "Who's smoking?" she asked herself and stood to her feet. Heading up the stairs, she tried to think. She and Estella were the only ones at home right now so it could only mean one thing - Estella was the one smoking. Mia's face twisted in rage as she balled her fists and headed for Estella's room immediately. When she got there, she threw the door open, and just as expected, Estella was seated on a chair, her legs crossed with a cigarette in her hand as she threw her head back and puffed the smoke out of her mouth and nostrils. On the table was a white substance and some small bottles as well. Mia's eyes widened. "What the heck do you think

114. "It's a migraine," The doctor said, her gaze fixed on Samantha who sighed. Darcel facepalmed. "See? I told you it was due to the stress." The doctor scribbled on her notepad and handed Samantha a prescription. "You need to take some time off, ma'am. Your body can't handle the stress anymore. And don't forget to take your meds. They should help with the pain." Samantha nodded, her shoulders slumping. She looked at Darcel, "Looks like I'm not gonna be your good luck charm anymore." Darcel facepalmed. "I can't believe you're still making jokes when your health is like this. You've been stressing yourself out lately. It's time you rest before you body forces you to." Samantha sighed and nodded. "Thanks, Doc. Mara." she smiled and took the prescriptions from her. They were on their way out when Aiden rushed to them. He held Samantha immediately. "What happened? Darcel called to tell me she was taking you to the hospital." he said, his voice laced with worry. Samantha held his

116."Dad, you don't have to use extreme measures to get what you want. You and I know what Aiden and Samantha are capable of doing. The last thing you should want to do now is step on their toes." Bianca pleaded with her father, who was seated on the couch, a glass of red wine in his hand.She had been happy that her father had stopped locking himself in and trying to get business men to trick Samantha so they found dupe her of her money, but now he was about to make a risky decision, and as much as she hated to say it, she preferred him trying to dupe her to what her father was planning on doing right now.He swirled the contents and snickered as he looked up at Bianca, his expression determined. "Why are you scared? We have nothing to lose anymore." Bianca sighed and sat down. "We might have nothing to lose, but killing her won't solve anything. You would only end up getting arrested and jailed for life.""But she would be dead," he chuckled. "It would be a big win. Her death will

118.Samantha was seated in the living room, a coffee in her hand as she worked on her laptop. Aiden has gone to work and even though she pleaded with him to allow her go to the office today, he refused, asking her to rest. Well, she still had some contracts to draft, and she didn’t want to bother James with a lot of work. He was doing more than enough already, and she wasn’t one to make herself look like a liability to anyone.She sighed and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She heard footsteps descending down the stairs, and didn’t bother to look. No one needed to tell her it was Estella, coming for trouble as usual.Estella snickered when she saw that Samantha was not interested in having a conversation with her. “Good morning, sister. You didn’t even call me down for breakfast. And here you are having coffee without me. Isn’t that cruel?” Samantha rolled her eyes. Ever since Mia tried calling Estella down for breakfast and ended up getting insulted by her, Samantha had refused

What do you mean she escaped? How the heck can she escape when you told me you’ve been watching her go in and out of that apartment?” I snapped at Wells, who just ruffled his hair as he looked at me. The expression he had on his face was that of anxiety and confusion.“I think she left overnight. I tried asking the neighbors some questions, and they said she only comes out on rare occasions and whenever she comes outside, she is either in a hoodie or a face cap. They haven’t seen her face clearly since she moved in.” he explained, but I wasn't satisfied.“It's been two freaking months, Wells. I have people everywhere that will tell me if she attempts to leave the country. What the heck are you trying to say?” I narrowed my eyes.“But, sir, anything can happen. She might have escaped without anyone knowing.”I released a long breath and stood to my feet. “I don’t think she has gone anywhere, Wells. Go back to her house after sunset and check again. Where could a bitch like her possibl