All Chapters of My Shotgun Marriage with the Billionaire CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*Miles* I had been anxious to get home to see Dove. She had not responded to any of my texts or calls and I figured that today would be a hard day for her. She was quitting the job that she had loved with everything in her heart all because of that bastard. When I walked out of the elevator I found her sitting in the kitchen and no Greta in sight. She heard my steps, lifted her gaze from her wine glass, and looked at me.“Hey.” Her voice was soft and tender. I could see the sanders swimming in her eyes. “How was your day?”“It was all right.” I came to sit beside her by the island in the center of the space. “I can see that yours put you through the wringer.” I tapped the stem of her wine glass.“Oh yeah, this…” She gave one humorless laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I needed a little something to take the edge off I guess. It’s been a hard day.”I hated seeing her like this. So broken…so dejected…so lost.I wanted to put back all the broken pieces that had fallen f

*Dylan* “What are you doing?” I heard as I made my way out of the dark alley.This had been all part of the plan. If she wanted to act like whore then she would be treated exactly like that. Samuel was not an unreasonable man. He was one of the best directors that LA had to offer and with him coming on this new project that I was working on I knew that it would be a shoo-in for an Oscar.The only thing he wanted was for one night with Dove.Had I pimped out my ex to a future partner? Yes. But it wasn’t like she wasn’t whoring herself to this man that she was married to. I had been digging for days now and I could not find her marriage licence.Was she lying about that? I wouldn’t put it past her. And why would she rush to come to her father’s house and then proceed to attack her sister like that if she didn’t still want me?She wanted me, I knew that she did. There was no way that she could not want me. I had been the best thing that had happened to her…and if I was being trul

*Sylvia* I stabbed my lettuce as I looked at the new article. I don’t know how long I had been sitting here just seething at the sight of her annoying little face. How had she managed all of this? And then she had the audacity to come to my house and act like I had betrayed her by getting engaged to Dylan?That bitch.How had she managed to bag my fiancé’s fucking uncle? Everyone knew who Miles Scott was and if they didn’t they were probably lying. He was the most sought-after man in America let alone New York. Everyone wanted a piece of him and somehow my annoying big sister had nabbed him.“How did she do it?” I was staring at a picture of the two of them boarding his private jet—the family private jet that I had asked Dylan to acquire for our destination wedding. “How did you manage to bag a billionaire? Surely you have dirt on him or something. I wouldn’t put it past you, Dove.”My sister had a knack for worming her way into people’s lives and sinking her talons in. She had

They were related.As if my world wasn’t already chaotic and complicated enough now I had to deal with all this. It was like I was living in some of kind of sick and twisted simulation and whoever was controlling it was getting off on seeing me suffer. There was no other explanation. My husband and ex-boyfriend were uncle and nephew and I…oh, my God. This was the worst thing that could have possibly happened right now.Why had he not mentioned it before? But then again he had never seen Dylan’s face and I had never shown it to him. Maybe if I had shown him he would have told me then but I was not fully convinced.I thought back to the day that Dylan had come to me with venom in his words and told me that I was married. Had he known then? Had he plotted that little scheme with that director because that was his revenge and he thought I was trying to one up with him by being with his uncle?Now his rage made sense to me. It was all falling into place. Dylan never reacted without ca

Nervous would be an understatement for all the emotions that were currently flowing through my body.Miles wanted to give me time to think. But what was there to think about? We didn’t make logical sense. I had told him this and he knew how I felt.I let out a heavy sigh and leaned my head against the cool mirror in the elevator. After Arthur had dropped me off I waited outside for at least twenty minutes contemplating if I wanted to go in or not. I had told Miles that I needed to go back to work. But now that I was here and realized what I was coming to face, I already felt exhausted.The doors dinged open to reveal both my friends standing with matching looks of worry. I had told them everything over the phone last night when I had been seconds away from a mental breakdown.I looked between the two of them and just like that the tears pricked my eyes, threatening to leak from my lids.Amy opened her arms and I moved into them. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”“I swear I am going to ki