All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sheila's POV "Sheila, go to table five and take their orders. It's been very busy today, and you've been standing around doing nothing. Sheila, are you even listening to me?" "Sheila!" I was startled when I heard someone shout my name. I didn't realize I was being called. I was just lost in my own world, drowning in sadness. "Are you alright?" Diana, my coworker, asked. I quickly wiped away the tears that had slipped from my eyes and forced a smile, "Yes, I'm fine. What did you say?" She glanced at me for a moment and shrugged, "Well, you need to fix your face and go take the order for Table five." "Okay, I'll do that right away. Thanks." I went to the restroom, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I started crying again at the sight of my sad reflection. How could he do this to me? What did I do to deserve this kind of betrayal? I took out my engagement ring from my pocket and stared at it, mumbling, "Why is life so unfair to me?” and my mind wandered back to

Sheila's POV "Are you still here, Sheila? What's wrong with you? If you weren't feeling well today, why did you come to work? You are making the other girls do your job!" Diana shouted angrily at me, snapping me back to reality. I didn't even realize how long I had spent in the resting room. "Sorry," I mumbled and quickly fixed my face. Even though I wanted to stay with my mother at the hospital today because I didn't feel like coming to work, I had no choice but to show up because my job was all I had at the moment. I stared at the engagement ring Alan had given me one last time before flushing it down the toilet. Good riddance to bad rubbish! I left the restroom and headed over to Table five to take their orders, but another waitress was already attending to them. Feeling relieved, I started to head back to the kitchen when I was asked to take Table Seven's order. Why couldn't I just get a break, and have a moment to myself? Switching into my professional work etiquettes, I pu

Andrew's POVI answered the call, and her voice was filled with anger. "Son, can you believe these people? They had the audacity to do this! Can you imagine?""What are you talking about, Mother?"“The Grayson’s family! They are the family your grandparents wanted you to marry from due to their long time friendship with the bride's grandparents. They had the nerve to call me and inform me that they'll be sending the older sister for the marriage alliance instead of the younger one as we discussed. Can you believe it? They must have heard the nonsense news about you being disinherited and decided their golden daughter was too good for you! They decided to send the older one!”She continued, “If it weren't for your grandfather's insistence that you marry from that family, I wouldn't have even agreed to accept them. Their family is way beneath us, compared to the other families your father and I selected, yet they have the audacity to look down on us!”I had to suppress a laugh as my mot

Sheila's POV "Where did you go? Were you planning on running away?" My father angrily yelled at me.I held my stinging cheek and explained, "No, Father, I went to see Mother.""Enough! Go upstairs and change already. I don't want to hear anything about that woman," he shouted.I went to my room and found a plain white dress laid out on my bed. It completely lacked any elegance or resemblance to a wedding gown, but I didn't care. If this was what they wanted me to wear, then so be it."Do you like your wedding dress, dear sister?" Phoebe sneered as she appeared at the door, bursting into laughter at the sight of me in the dress."Oh my goodness, you look so hideous! If I were the groom, I'd abandon you at the altar and never look back," Phoebe mocked, her laughter ringing through the room."I hope you're satisfied now. Alan is all yours, and I'm marrying the man you were supposed to marry. I hope you are happy?""Absolutely! You know I did you a favor. You couldn't even keep Alan happ

Sheila's POV"Okay, I'm all done now. Please try to rest well, Mrs. Walker. You'll feel much better in the morning," the doctor assured me before standing up to leave."Thank you, Doctor," I replied weakly."Thank you for your time, Doctor. I'll walk you to the door," Anna, the housekeeper, offered.My head was throbbing badly, and I hoped the medication the doctor gave me would kick in soon and stop the pounding.Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest, the door suddenly burst open, and Andrew rushed in."What happened?" he asked, walking toward me in hurried strides. As he approached, I noticed his usually immaculate suit was wrinkled, and his tie was missing. The top buttons of his typically buttoned-up shirt were undone, showing a glimpse of his firm chest muscles. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, and tiny beads of sweat dotted his nose, making it seem like he had hurried to see me.My eyes wandered back to his firm chest muscles, wondering why I didn't reali