All Chapters of The Billionaire CEOs Dangerous Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I'm not trying to be jealous or a psycho wife who reads wrong on every interaction a woman has with my husband or anything but that girl seated next to him seems a little fishy.I've tried to ignore her presence like Alex is doing but the smug smiles that seem to be trying to tell me something from these few relatives of the Thompson family tells me my hunch is right.I've also noticed the looks of disdain Alex's parents are throwing me, like I wanted to be here in the first place.We haven't had much interactions since when I was in the hospital. I had a conversation with Grandma and Mrs. Smith earlier about Alex and I, they did warn me that he's parents and the Thompsons might not give up easily. I'm assuming the girl next to him is the new Emma. Though this one seems more refined.They also said I need to cement my place as his wife by...."What's wrong?" Alex asks me. I give him a questioning look and he goes on to point out that my face is red. This goes on to embarrass me even m

So far the party has gone on with no major problems. Everyone seems to be having fun and respecting themselves. Alex looks amazing, it seems he got a haircut and had his beard trimmed. I can't help but look at him. As much as this day is about Alex and I, I can't help but notice his family is making it seem like that girl from Thompson party is the wife. i can tell it confusing the guests and honestly, I'm not going to do anything about it. Moreover, it seems I won't have to do anything because the look on both Grandma and Alex's face is enough to know things are about to go down. I don't like confrontations or fights so I separated myself from all of it and went to join Carlos outside. He was having a smoke. We talked about everything concerning what's happening inside, before we could continue, we heard someone clear their throat. It's the same girl from inside. "Hey. My name is Kimberly, could I have a word with you." She stated as she looked me up and down. The fact

Just as I walked into the living room, I found grandma having tea. "Oh, Alex. What do I owe to the visit?" She asked. I've sat down opposite her and just stare at her as I try to calm my beating heart. Now that I think about it, it was strange how close the two seemed but as I look at her she doesn't seem like she's lost any sleep with Selenes disappearance. "Where is she?" I ask. "Who? " She asks disinterestedly. "Selene." I say and watch as she pauses before going on like nothings wrong. She thought I wouldn't notice but I can tell her hands tremble a bit as she lifts her cup and the little breaths she makes as she tries to avoid my eyes. "How's the investigation going?" She asks me as a way to derail my questioning like such would work on me. "Grandma, where is she?" I insist. She finally gives up on pretending and lowers her cup to the table. She presses a botton on the table and women walk in. Unexpectedly one of them rushes towards me and next thing I know some substanc

I finally had the chance to sift through the mountain of documents that my father and uncles had left behind during the months I spent in the hospital. The chaos they’d created was overwhelming, and the burden of it all was starting to wear on me. Being left alone, without anyone of considerable influence to help me navigate this mess, was becoming more tedious by the day. A part of me felt tempted to abandon this entire family drama, to divest myself of the company and focus on my own aspirations. Yet, as the heir to this legacy—not just to my grandparents, but to generations of ancestors who had endured wars and crises to carve out a name for themselves—I knew I had a duty to uphold.I looked up as a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Emmet, my assistant, entered, looking exhausted but determined. Initially, I had been skeptical about his abilities, but he had proven himself invaluable in recent weeks. Together, we were working to uncover and eliminate the spies that my fami

We’ve just returned from our mission, and being away from my children, even for just a week, was an experience I never want to repeat. As I walked through the door, relief washed over me at the sight of my beautiful children, both in good health. Ife had taken great care of them, and I heard that Mother had also been helping out. However, I couldn’t ignore the disapproving looks from my mother’s sisters. It was clear they weren’t pleased with the special treatment Sebastian was receiving. The atmosphere felt tense, and I sensed that a final decision about his future was looming. My training to become the next Mother had been rigorous, but I felt like a different person now. I had been taught never to depend on a man; we women are meant to be strong and to look out for ourselves and each other. The success of our society—thriving under the weight of patriarchy for over a millennium—proves that we can achieve so much. Men are only useful to us as breeders, necessary for our survival,