All Chapters of BARREN WIFE BEARS TRIPLETS FOR DEMON BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

~FIA~Rage boiled in me at the sight I met him. I wanted to scream. My mouth was open, but no sound escaped my lips. "No." Those were the only words I could mutter. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. I must have taken excess wine and that was why I was seeing things. "Louis?" I called in a trembling voice as he stopped moaning, turning to stare at me, his eyes held no remorse but rage as he pulled out of the lady beneath him. I raised my hands to my face, rubbing my eyes as the gifts dropped from my hands. "What are you doing here Fia?" His voice was laced with venom. "I told you to wait at the reception. If you had just listened, you wouldn't have had to see this."He didn't even bother to hide his erection as he hissed, wearing his underpants. Was that how little he thought of me? How could his manhood still be aroused? My gaze went to the lady on the bed. It was my sister. "Ary, how could you?" I whispered, still rooted to the spot. I wanted to wake up from this dre

~FIA~ The soft rise and fall of someone’s breath beside me was the first clue that told me I had done something reckless. I lay quietly, staring at my reflection. I tried getting up, but an arm was draped across my waist, warm and heavy. I held my breath, barely daring to move. I looked around the room; it was strange. I tried to piece together any memory of last night—scattered flashes of lights, music, laughter. But there was nothing about him. I blinked my eyes, maybe I was yet to adjust to the room, but his arm stirred, making me freeze. A tattooed wrist slipped into view. I gulped. I was in a strangers bed. No, I wasn't ready to face him. I knew it would take minutes for him to wake up, so I slid out from under his arms. I tried getting a clearer sight of him, but couldn't because he was on his stomach, his face hidden from view. What have I done? I was panicking. A fling now, of all days? I searched for cameras, but there were none visible. Could this have

~FIA~ It's been almost two months since Kayla was shot. Things haven't been easy. I was her only family member. The doctors said she was hanging on, that there was still only a fifty percent chance that she would wake up. The sun doesn’t set without me visiting Kayla. The police have been investigating, but they still have no leads on who shot her or why. But I knew it was linked to the messages I’d been receiving. I hadn’t told anyone, convinced the police couldn’t catch whoever was behind it. Kayla didn’t have any enemies; she was the kindest person I knew. It was all my fault. Maybe I was cursed. It also felt like I was being watched, but Barrett didn’t seem to notice. His company and a woman he’d been trying to find for months were more important to him, and he would come back and pour his frustrations on me. I could only wonder what that woman meant to him. He changed; became withdrawn. I didn’t really know anything about him. He wasn’t on any social media platforms. His