All Chapters of THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

BLAIR’S POV I fought back, trying to loosen her grip on me. “Last I checked, I do not report to you as the police,” I said. Jane pulled out her I.D and flashed it across my face. “Start talking, young lady,” She said. “Why would I know anything about Jennifer’s boyfriend?” I asked, finally loosening her grip from my arm. “But you were joyfully going down to report,” She said, “Yes,” I yelled, “I am going to take my chances and tell the police that I know you had something to do with Jennifer’s death,” I said, in her face and staring into her eyes, without fear. “’Ha ha ha,” She laughed comically, “Very funny, Blair,”“Real classic,” She said. We were both staring into each other’s eyes. “Here I am, struggling to keep you for your dying father,” Jane said. Hearing her call my father dying, was a major trigger for me and Jane was well aware. “But then, here you are, with no atom of apology, pushing yourself to a quick grave,” Jane’s tone grew thicker and thicker. “I have

BLAIR’S POV I felt crippled, now that my child was now out there, in Jane’s face. This was a piece of information I felt she was willing and able to use against me and even though my father did not intentionally reveal it to her, I was still mad at him for putting it out there. The only thing I ever asked of him, he had failed to do and I was both mad and panicking. My father walked out of my room, after Jane walked in, but that did not resolve the problem. Since my father did not, I also did not bother offering any explanation to Jane. Whether or not I was heavy with Brian’s child was supposed to be the least of her worries.Jane got quite pissed with the silence, and stormed out of my room, following behind my father, not long after.I fell into bed and buried my face in a pillow.I began thinking long and hard on other ways to get around this disaster, and while I was at it, my phone came buzzing with Brian’s call.Now was not a very good time, so I ignored, with tears in my

BLAIR’S POV With Jane around and my father still in love with her and holding her in such high admiration, my only option was to continue lying to my father. “Ronald’s house caught on fire and he lost pretty much everything,” I said.“I was going to tell you, but I waited until you got back from the hospital, since I didn’t want to bother you much over the phone,” I said. My father clearly showed his displeasure in his eyes, but he and I were still trying to get along, after years of being maltreated in his care. He was still trying to make up for the years he joined Jane to treat me like less of a person, so he did not bother questioning my decisions. After we perfectly sold the lie of Ronald’s catching fire and him only needing to be here for a few days, my father took a deep breath and broke the silence first. “I’m sure you can extend hospitality for the next couple of days,” he said. “Thank you so much, father,” I hugged him tightly. Jane was quiet and definitely did not

BLAIR’S POV For the next three days, Ronald and I lived the happy couple life to the best of our abilities. We shared a room, sat side by side each other at every meal, which was now customary to be as a family at the dining table.Ronald would hold my hand at the slightest chance he got, and he would give me pecks and I would do the same, every time Jane was watching. My father was also getting really fond of Ronald’s presence too. They watch television shows and sports together, talk about business and laugh over dad jokes and the bond they shared was greatly pissing Jane off. Ashley was the only one who was clueless, in all of this, and I was living for the joy of seeing Jane want to run mad over the family I was building. Ronald was a very intelligent man, so it didn’t take long for my father to adapt to him. My father was willing to love Ronald, as long as he made me happy, and since I had been doing a great job in being happy, putting behind all the hurt and pain behind me

BLAIR’S POV After dropping the bomb on Brian, I ran to the room, and cried bitterly.Now I was sure that I had lost Brian, and not even a miracle could save the situation. I wished I could explain to Brian, but just as I was about to, I found Jane staring at me, from the attic window. I knew that this entire lie and pretend thing was going very far, farther than I hoped, but if Jane was willing to live a lie for all the two decades of my life, then I was equally willing to do anything, to bring it all to an end. I had not lost sight of my goal and I knew just what I had to do, living one day at a time.My rushing in had woken Ronald up and when he saw me crying, he pulled me in and just hugged me tightly. Brian did not show up at the dinner table later that night and neither did Ronald. The house had become quite intense and now I realized that telling lies alone was not going to fix Jane, I had to take a step forward and I knew just the thing. Meanwhile, Brian sent me text mes