All Chapters of The Billionaire's Borrowed bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Russell never came back to the room that night, and by the time I woke up in the morning, he had already left for work. He had left without having breakfast with Emily and me and without kissing us goodbye. I knew he was angry, and he had every right to be, but the realization of that fact didn’t make it hurt any less.I had to travel for my presentation the very next day so against my better judgement, I got up, lightheaded from all the crying and made my way towards the bathroom to get showered and changed. In the midst of grief, I considered simply cancelling all my appointments so I could wallow some more in my sorrow. I could tell Ms. Jenny that I had fallen ill or something along those lines. She would obviously not be very happy about it and she might found a way to punish me for it, but I didn’t think finding a suitable replacement for me would be much of a problem, especially since there were at least more than a few capable staff in the department. Still, I decided against t

Growing up, I had always been a shy kid. I hated attention and was always that girl who his behind her thick glasses and massive hoodie. Obviously, it made me become the word girl who got picked on by her mates, but I ignored it and tolerated it because I didn't want to have any confrontations with anyone.Fortunately or unfortunately for Me, Sasha, my sister was the direct opposite of me and was always willing to take it on with anyone. She didn't mind yet to g in trouble. In fact, she was in trouble most days so whenever she saw that I was being picked on, she was always quick to jump to my defence. Of course, I told her she didn't have to but she never listened to me. Whenever i was getting picked on, she appeared, swinging her fists and fetting in fights on my behalf. One time, she gave one of the mean boys who were bothering me a bloodied nose and got suspended for it, but the very next week, she was back and agile, ready to break a couple more noses.Sasha was the reason why my

“Are you really married to CEO Russell?”“Was it really a contract marriage?”“Are you two getting divorced soon as per the details of the contract?’’“Has he paid you the settlement money?”“Are you really asking for more money than was agreed in the initial contract?”“Did you really seduce him and trap him with a pregnancy?”“Who is the real father of your child?”“Are you a gold digger who is only with Russell for his money, and fame?”The questions were endless, all of them unkind, and for some reason they all seemed to be directed my direction and my direction alone as if I was some kind of villain in my own love story. It was all so fucking ridiculous. Like, why was I getting stabbed with all the shards of glass, like everything was my fault. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want Russell receiving any heat, but I also didn’t feel like I deserved any either. If anything I felt like I was supposed to be comforted and consoled, especially since my only offence was falling in love with

Elisa’s POV\I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my eyes for that matter.I was standing in the center of our living room, staring at the massive LED screen that served as a television in our home. I was already on my way to work that morning but I was forced to stop and take a closer look because of what was showing on the screen, or rather who was showing. A gasp of surprise left my throat as I realized the scene that was playing before me. My mouth fell open without me even realizing it, and even after realizing, I couldn’t bring myself to pick it back up.On the screen, Russell was sitting in an interview segment with one of the most popular TV shows in the city while looking as fabulous as always in his signature three piece although this time, it was a dark shade of maroon red and an auburn tie. His lean legs were crossed leisurely in front of him and he sat with an air of confidence that was peculiar to him. He was the guest on the show but yet somehow, he managed to look like he ow

As expected, the news that Charlie was suing for custody spread like wildfire. In less than 24 hours, media houses had carried the news. Social media hashtags were eating this up and even my family and friends somehow got a wind of the situation. My phone was constantly pinging with calls and texts and calls and Russell’s phone was honesty not any different. At this point, I had still not gotten around to telling my parents the real story behind how Russell and I met and the circumstances surrounding our marriage so when I received a call from them as well, my anxiety creeped in. I thought about ignoring them for a little while longer, just until I could gather my thoughts and gains dome courage, but with the issue of Emily’s paternity being debated, I knew that there was no more hiding it from them. So the very next day, I got on a flight and flew home. Russell offered to go with me and knowing how much I hated flying, I honestly wished he could accompany me. Him holding my hand duri