All Chapters of The Billionaire Owns Me Now: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

༺RAYNE༻ The flight to Albany where we'll be meeting Vesper Vandal is nothing short of my expectations. We travel in one of Liam's private jets. The view of the city below is breathtaking. I've always loved flying but there's something about flying in a private jet that makes it all the more exhilarating. It's my first time boarding a private jet and travelling in style like this. When Liam mentioned we'd be using it, I pictured everything about it to be fancy. And I wasn't wrong. The jet is like a luxury lounge. I'm totally blown away when I see the mini-fridge on it, jam-packed with all these delicious snacks that I never even imagined could be on a plane. And to top it off, there's this awesome selection of fancy wines to choose from, making the whole experience feel super fancy. There's even a cool entertainment system with so many movies and music. It's like having our own private cinema in the sky. But of course, Liam has to ruin everything with his killjoy attitude. He doesn

༺RAYNE༻ The dinner's going well, much to my surprise. I don't know what I was expecting but it's definitely not this. Marcela hadn't made any snide comment about me, hasn't baited me to say anything, hasn't even hinted at that thinly veiled dislike of me. She’s as sweet as a Georgia peach. It's almost like she's a completely different person. I honestly don't know what to make of it. She's acting like a charming, friendly, lovely host. She even willingly serves me dessert herself, not hesitating to spoon some crème brûlée into my bowl with a smile on her face. “Rayne, would you like a little more of it? Or perhaps some of the Valrhona chocolate mousse? And of course, there’s the crepes Suzette if you’d prefer something more exotic.” What in the world has gotten into her? I'm speechless for most. Her change of attitude is just startling. I don't talk much. I just smile at Marcela and I keep my responses short and simple. However, Liam, just like always, does most of the talking i

༺RAYNE༻ “You're lying!” I scream, shaking my head. “Liam would never come up with something like that! He'd never agree to something as despicable as this!” I say all of that repeatedly and even in my head. But it's more like I'm trying to convince myself than I'm actually telling Vesper. The more I repeat, the more I begin to find truth in Vesper's words. Liam is a man who'd do anything to win. It's like he has a phobia for losing, especially a cutting-edge business deal like the Hudson valley project. The extent he's willing to go to, the lengths he’s willing to go, the depths he’ll dive. Is he really capable of this? Of selling me like a commodity? His own wife? Our marriage might be a sham but no one other than the two of us knows that. So how can he offer his wife to this old fool? How can he pimp me out to this creep like I'm some prostitute? “It's true,” Vesper replies and proceeds to unbutton his shirt after taking off his tie. “I don't think you know your husband as much

༺RAYNE༻ “A surprise?” I peer at Liam, my curiosity piqued. What kind of surprise could he have prepared for me? Jonathan opens the door and Liam steps out of the car. With the door still being held open for me, I come out slowly. And that's when I see it. We're parked in front of the diner we drove past when we first came to Albany. Dine and Dance. “What's going on?” I glance at Liam. “Why have you brought me here?” “You wanted to come here, didn't you?” he says in a way that seems the words are heavy on his tongue. I blink at him. Since when did he care so much about what I want to do? This is so unlike him. “It wouldn't hurt to relax and unwind for a few hours before we go to the airport,” Liam says flatly. “Maybe this place will help take your mind off things.” He gestures towards the diner, like he’s trying to convince himself that it’s a good idea as much as he’s trying to convince me. I bet he's just trying to make me feel good. He's trying to make up for what happened

༺RAYNE༻ “Rayne dear, you're finally awake!” Kim's voice is the first thing I hear when I open my eyes. I groan a little and clutch my hair, feeling a throbbing pain in my head. I sit up and scan the room. I'm in my bedroom, back in New York. The last thing I remember is standing right outside the diner. How am I here now? “Kim,” I murmur and lean against the headboard. “What happened? How'd I get here? What time is it?” Kim sits on the edge of the bed and pours me a glass of water. “Here you go, dear. Have this first.” I take the water and drink it all in one gulp. I ask for another one and she gives it to me. I'm really feeling dehydrated like I haven't had water in days. When I've drunk enough, I repeat my questions. “You've been unconscious since last night after you had a severe hypoglycemic episode.“ Kim puts the glass down and looks at me tiredly. She has dark circles under her eyes. “What?” She nods. “You drank too much beer and it really messed with your blood sugar le