All Chapters of THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES We barely got to say the word ‘Jack’ before Brian came swinging at Sebastine, causing a scene. “Brian!” I yelled, trying to pull him away from Sebastine, who already had a bleeding lip from Brian's punch. “What is wrong with you?” I scolded. Luckily, the bartender and a few other staff came around to pull the two apart. Steven had also quickly shown up, so the scene was immediately prevented from escalating. Sebastine did not react violently and it made me fall in love with him by another step. “Mr. Craig, the establishment has a zero tolerance for violence policy, Sir,” the bartender said to Craig. “And certainly not violence against my son,” a thick, fierce voice surfaced from the other entrance, towards the pool. “We are so sorry sir,” Steven immediately apologized, “It was all a big misunderstanding,” he said. “Mr. Craig, you seem like a man of high repute,” Sebastine’s father said, “I do not expect to find you out here, acting belligerent towards my

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES It felt illegal to be letting Brian go. He was my husband after all, and although I thought highly of Sebastine in the few hours of spending time with him, I wanted my marriage to really work. I gradually loosened my grip from Sebastine and went along with Brian and Steven, with my head bowed the whole time. It was an awfully quiet drive to the point of pickup and the private plane was already waiting. We got on board and I couldn't utter a word to neither Steven nor Brian. “Brian, I cannot begin to say how excited I am for Winchester, it's been a long time since I was last there,” Stacy said, walking out of the cabin towards Brian's seat. ‘Great! She's still here,’ I rolled my eyes, and fixed my gaze out the window and unto the beautiful country of Maldives. I had read so many beautiful things about the Maldives and although from my father's mansion I wasn't hopeful to visit, I wished my first visit didn't have to be on this terms. For the seven hours le

BLAIR'S POV Three days later, bright and early, we were packed and ready to return to Vegas. “Common, let's go,” Brian hurried me up. I was a little behind schedule, putting a few details to my plans for our stay in Vegas. I pulled out my suitcase and, walking by, decided to make a quick stop at Stacy's.I knocked lightly on her door, hoping that she was kind enough to respond, or worse, present at the house. Over the last three days all she ever did was go out, shopping spree after shopping spree, with Brian's card, and although I had complained a couple of times, Brian insists that she's a lover of new clothes. In his words, “I've known Stacy for the longest time. Shopping is therapy for her, and it's the least I can do. I'd be mean to take that away from her.” Brian always spoke about Stacy from a place of familiarity and I couldn't help getting pinched in the heart, everytime the conversation came up, but I was learning to live with it. I was knocking at her door for a whi

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES I could take anything from Brian, but what I couldn't take was him blaming me for Stacy's recklessness. He had no idea how much she threatened me. I was still struggling to wrap my head around why he never saw any wrong in her. I walked out, slamming the door pretty hard behind me. However, I couldn't leave the building. I was exhausted and didn't want to be roaming the streets aimlessly, so I sat right outside. I was there until the setting of the sun and Brian didn't, as much as, come out the door in search of me. A few minutes to 6pm, I left the house, doing the very thing I didn't want to do - running into the streets aimlessly. Halfway into my directionless journey, I was met with a pleasant surprise. “Ashley!” I called excitedly, as I ran towards her, throwing my arms around her neck. She seemed very excited to see me too, and I was glad to be more knowledgeable on navigating the streets of Vegas. “How are you doing?” She asked, looking at just h

BRIAN'S POV “Hello,” I heard a familiar voice. “It's Stacy,” she introduced, her voice feeble and fainting. “If you're not alone, you don't have to say anything,” she spoke one sentence after another, not giving any room for me to say anything. That didn't matter though, because I was too stunned to speak. “I will send you an address, we need to see, Brian,” she said. “Make sure you come alone,” I said, “and come right now Brian,” she added, hanging up. It sounded like she was so sure I was with someone. Steven's call came in, just after hers. “What's happening Brian?” Blair asked, I stared at my phone, buzzing with Steven's call. I walked away from Blair without another word to her.“Steven,” I replied, shutting the door behind me and walking farther away.“I traced the car, Brian,” he said, his voice revealing a sense of urgency. “That wasn't your car in the accident,” Steven said, “and I'm beginning to think Stacy wasn't in the car either.” He said. “Yea, tell me about