All Chapters of THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BLAIR'S POV After waiting out for hours, with no sign of Brian, I was restless and had to do something about it. It was at that moment I was upset as to why I didn't own a phone. Mother and father would never allow it, but what was the excuse now? I also barely had any access to money as Brian took care of everything around here and wouldn't let me work. I returned to the mansion, dragging Ashley along and we headed to the police station together. The police reported not seeing Brian the whole day. I walked out of the police station with my head to the floor, not very sure how to feel. “Ashley, is he lying to me?” I asked, even though I wasn't expecting her to reply. “I'm sure there's a good explanation for this,” Ashley replied, sounding so soothing. “Is he in trouble?” I voiced out all of my concerns. “Blair, you have to calm down,” she said, “perhaps we can reach a family or friend?” She asked. The only family or friend that Brian had was Steven, and considering the dynam

BLAIR’S POV I fell into the chair in the room, with nothing but pain in my heart and tears in a non-stop flow from my eyes. ‘What was happening?’ I queried. ‘Maybe, just maybe, I was never supposed to be here,’ ‘This was all a big mistake,’ I thought. ‘What was I supposed to do?’ I was in tears and buried in thoughts for a long while, until I dozed off, but was awakened by a knock on the door.I reluctantly got out of the sofa to the door. I opened the door without any questions, and found no one at the door. I lifted my head and found a vehicle hurriedly driving off. It was dark and only a few hours left until midnight, but I noticed the Royal blue color and recognized the vehicle as Brian's. I wasn't sure why anyone would knock on the door, only to zoom off, without a word, or as much as seeing my face. I was just about to return into the apartment, when I noticed a small letter on the floor, in front of the door. I picked it up and looked around, especially in the direct

BLAIR’S POV Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door, and I hurried out of bed to get the door. A part of me, hoping it was Brian. I opened the door and found Sebastine at the other side of the door. Glad to be having company, I threw my arms around his neck, holding him in a tight embrace. “We have to leave,” he said, pulling me out of the house by the hand. “I can't leave,” I protested. “What if Brian returns?” I asked. “Or Stacy? What if she wants something and Brian pays for my absence?” I shared my wild thoughts. “What if she returns for you?” Sebastine asked me. “You'd be the next she comes for,” he said, “and heaven knows what she'll do to you if she can treat someone she loves like she is treating Brian.”Sebastine's concerns were valid and I couldn't argue. I was still finding it hard to believe that Stacy didn't mind chopping Brian into bits. “Gimme a second,” I asked Sebastine. I hurried into the room and picked a few of my belongings I thought I woul

BLAIR'S POV“Was this a joke?” I questioned Steven. “Not at all, Blair,” he said. “It was her,” “It was all her. All these years,” he continued. “All the attacks,” Steven went on and on. “Wait, wait, wait,” I paused Steven. This was way too much for me to take. “So for three years, Stacy was the one who wanted him dead?” I questioned. “She returned two years after their awful breakup, blaming Brian for all of her misfortune,” Steven shared. “According to her, she gave up her, she found out she was pregnant for Brian, after she left, and although she made various attempts to reach out to Brian,” “Brian was unavailable, busy with work and she had some complications during childbirth, causing her to lose both the baby and the womb,” Steven said. “She was broken and sent the dead baby to our doorstep one morning, but we thought it was psycho and buried the child, after calling the cops,” Steven continued. “Although she wrote a letter a few months later to Brian, sharing how she

BLAIR'S POV I returned to the beeping sound of the sphygmomanometer and constant prayers to see Brian overcome this. Steven had left the hospital before my return and apparently had more to do in bringing Stacy to book, than he did here at the hospital. While I wasn't the happiest person, to be adjist drama, I wanted it to be over really fast. All I desired was a peaceful existence with the men I now loved. Sebastine's words echoed over and over in my head. ‘The boundaries of love are the only ones we create and our limits are only as far away as we set them.’ If this was my chance forever, I wasn't about to ruin it by not trying to preserve it. As the days went by, with Stacy in police custody and Brian hanging on to life by a thin thread, it was gradually becoming a quiet life. However, all efforts to save Brian declined, hence making my life a sad one. “Please, stay,” I wept over his bed, watching him lay still and almost lifeless. “Blair,” I heard a familiar voice call,