All Chapters of Planning My Ex-Husband's Wedding : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Cecilia's POV Weakness and blackness had been my abode since the day I was dropped off at the hospital by Alicia weeks back. She had barely betrayed me more than a week before she stopped coming, and I could only ponder upon and brood upon myself and my life. How had I been reduced to this? I had descended from being the ruling lady of the Wilsons to a lowly old lady who was bedridden because of ill health. How had Lola become a monster under my roof, and I had not realized? My tears rolled down my cheeks at the thought of ruining my own family with my own hands all because of my greed. Now, the inheritance I wanted to lay my hands on was at Lola's mercy because I had just brought her in to be the mother of my grandchild. I doubted Eric would ever forgive me for ruining his life like this. Perhaps, I was doomed to be wretched. I guess Karma was real. I had come into the Wilson family the same way. I had married into the Wilson family because of their riches. When my husband died

Emily's POV My eyes fluttered open as the sun streamed into the room. My arms reached out to the other side of the bed to Eric, whose arms I had slept in but felt it empty.My eyes shot wide open as I stared around the room, but there was no sign of him.Had something happened to him?A sinking feeling settled in my guts as I wondered where he was. The past couple of weeks had been the best I had ever experienced. I had had time with my husband and daughter without any form of intrusion from people like his mother, sister, or even Lola.I didn't want it to end. It had always been my dream for us to live in our own house, away from his family. Throwing my feet across the bed, I strolled out of the bedroom to search for him.I stopped short when I heard his voice talking to someone on the phone."Sadly, I'm alone in the room now. Maybe I can call you when he comes around, Lola."Lola? My heart skipped a beat. What was she calling him for again? Why was his voice so relaxed and calm as

Lola's POV As Tristan reversed his steps and came to sign the papers, all I felt was utter disdain and rage towards both him and Eric. He just had to ruin my plans. I could have used his state to get him to sign those papers of him handing his properties to my son. I would have just left their stupid lives after that. But no! He just had to send Tristan and spoil my plans. I rolled my eyes as Tristan signed the papers and turned to leave. I shared a prolonged glance with Rico, who was dressed as the doctor. "That fiancé of yours is a bloody bastard. Why couldn't he come himself?" He groaned, dropping the signed surgery papers on the desk and taking off the medical coat he had disguised himself in. I ignored him, facing the wall. I was still mad at him for slapping me even when he saw my condition. "Baby?" He called, moving closer to me, but I ignored him, keeping my arms folded. "Are you ignoring me?" He asked, leaning closer to me, but I remained silent until I felt him pla

Emily's POV "Come in. Come in," I urged the man who took sharp strides into the house. "Please, come in."Curiosity gnawed at my insides to hear what he had to say, and I could tell that Florence wasn't any different.She was beside me in a flash, staring eagerly at the man who was sent by Tony."What did my Tony tell you to tell us? Is he alright? Do you know where he is, please?" She asked all at once, shaking his arm."I'll explain everything, ma'am," he stated, taking a seat, and we both eagerly mirrored his actions."He intentionally let himself get kidnapped for we—his colleagues—to follow his trail and apprehended the culprit. His plan was to find out his hideout and his identity."Florence let put a large breath of relief, her eyes growing watery with tears again."What can we do? Should we come with you?" I asked him, grabbing my bag from the couch, but he stopped me with a raise of his hands."No, ma'am. I was sent here by him to make sure that you're safe," he informed. "O

Lola's POV My plan was finally at its peak. I was about to lay my hands on the main reason I was here—the treasure in the heart of the sea—the wealth of the Wilsons. Not only would I achieve that, but I would also clear my name from the news that Joanne broadcast to spoil my name completely.I led Eric into the large banquet hall in their mansionlike a lamb to the slaughter. The hall was decorated to its best, the lightnings glittering and sparkling in sync with the sparkling wines some guests were already drinking. I saw Eric's lips press together into a grin, thin like when he caught a glimpse of the parking lot.The lot, enough to contain over a hundred cars, was filled to the brim with hundreds of exotic cars and jeeps.Whispered bounced off the walls of the hall. No doubt, the guests were discussing. A million flash lights went off at rapid speeds. Almost blinding us what I drank in the attention, glam, and glitz, waving elegantly at the host of press and paparazzi that I ha