All Chapters of THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

BRIAN'S POV THREE YEARS AGOI paced in my office angrily.“This is the third time!” I yelled at the top of my voice, smashing my phone on the ground. “Third time! And they can't pin all of this to anyone? No one at all?” I was agitated. “Calm down Brian” Steve said.“Calm down, you say?” I sat at my desk, “I am being hunted down like an animal, Steve,” I said, “it's from one ambush to another, and merely lucky to still have my life, but for how long?” I said, “huh?” I hit my fist on the desk. “Burning down my warehouse at the exact time I was to be there?” I scoffed. “This is more than sheer coincidence, Steve, and I'm not having it,” Steve only watched me, as I ranted and expressed my anger. “If the law doesn't take its course in three days, I'd obviously have to take the laws into my hands,” I sounded a threat. “Until now, there is no evidence to apprehend anyone,” Steve said, “you have a lot of enemies and rivals, Brian, and for all we know, anyone could be behind this,” he

BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES The police searched every nook and cranny of the house, and my only prayer, like Brian, was that they didn't trigger the button that brought out his hidden files. I could only imagine how disastrous that would have been, and I was unready to witness such chaos. Despite their inability to find any thousand dollars in the house, or in Brian's possession, they insisted he followed to the police station, which he did. I only had tears flowing down my cheeks in endless streams, as they took him away. “Whatever happens, do not leave the house,” Brian said, following the police like he was being led to the slaughter. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I didn't at all believe the story of Brian taking my mother's one thousand dollars. I impatiently paced the house, from end to end, crying and drowning myself in thoughts, for hours, and Brian had not returned yet. I so badly wanted to obey his instructions, but I could no longer hold myself together I quickly l

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES Brian hitting me up with the ‘We’re going to Turkey’ line had to be the craziest thing I had heard in all my life. Steven took a deep breath, walking out of the room, dialing a number as he walked past. “Brian, this has to stop,” I said defensively, “It has to stop and it has to stop now,” I said.Brain turned away from me, staring out the window. “You don't expect me to hop on a flight with you, as a completely different person, to cover your…” I was still ranting, when Brian just walked past me, taking a seat at the distal end of the bed. “Brian,” I called, following behind him. “Now's not the time, Blair,” he said, in a bid to shut me out. “There's never a time,” I said, “you have to…” Brian abruptly leaned in, pressing his lips against mine, shutting me up. My heart skipped a beat. I was beaming with joy. He caught me by surprise, a rather pleasant surprise. We remained lip-locked for a few minutes, and the room was thereafter enveloped by a thick

BRIAN'S POV CONTINUESI answered the phone, putting it on speaker phone and I remained as quiet as the grave. We didn't hear a word from the other end either, and it continued for two minutes into the call. I was just about to hang up, when we began to hear very weak, struggling breaths from Steven's end. “Steven,” Blaire called.I immediately hung up.“What did you do that for?” she queried, wearing a confused look. “He might be in captivity,” I replied, throwing the device on the bed, and immediately getting out, walking towards the glass wall.“Or he might be lying somewhere, fighting for his life and too weak to talk,” Blair countered. I was deep in thought and wasn't sure what my next move should be. ‘She did have a point though,’ I thought. Steven and I had codes we lived by. They were a set of rules we properly discussed in times of danger, ever since we were young boys in our early teens. Our rules got reviewed and upgraded as we grew older, but we hadn't discussed any

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES Steven followed behind Brian. He had bandages on his head and his arms. I was delighted to see him, but had to fight the urge to rush to him with a hug. My heart was at peace with Stephen, not only because Brian trusted him, he seemed like a very nice and courageous guy, even though we hadn't been personally involved in a lot of conversations. “I'm so sorry,” I said to Brian, leading him by the hand to the bathroom. I washed his wound with the hose shower in the bathroom, apologizing as often as I could. “It's okay,” Brian said.“We might have to stitch this,” he said, staring at his arm, “it's a deep cut,” he added. I sunk further into sadness, realizing that he was right. It was a deep cut, and the blood coming out of it would not stop gushing. “I am so sorry, Brian,” I said for the umpteenth time in twenty minutes.“It's okay, I'm proud of you,” he said. My eyes widened in shock. ‘What was he saying?’ I thought.“At least I know you'd do something in