All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Andrew's POVI was at my desk, eyes fixed on the laptop screen as I sifted through the endless emails and reports that demanded my attention. Work had a way of keeping my mind occupied, away from the chaos. Just as I was about to dive into another report, a knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I called out, still typing as the door creaked open.James stepped into the room, and I glanced up, ready to ask him about the status of our latest project. But before I could say a word, I noticed the troubled expression in his eyes. The usual confidence that James carried seemed to have vanished, replaced by a sullen look that immediately put me on edge.I closed my laptop with a quiet snap, pushing aside my work. “What’s wrong, James?”James hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor before he finally met my eyes again.“There’s something you need to know, Andrew,” he began, his voice

Antonio Ricardo’s POVThe phone was pressed to my ear when I heard it—a sharp, unmistakable sound of glass shattering from somewhere in the hallway. My eyes immediately flicked toward the door."Excuse me," I muttered over the phone, quickly cutting the conversation short. I hung up and immediately stood.“Who’s there?” My voice echoed through the office, but all I got in return was silence.I moved to the door and pulled it open. There she was—Phoebe, standing as if frozen in time. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and glassy, with her hand suspended in the air. She looked like someone who had just witnessed her worst nightmare.I glanced down and saw the bottle of wine shattered, its contents spilled all over the floor.“Phoebe,” I called her name and shook her shoulders gently. “What's wrong?”She turned toward me, her lip quivering. "Antonio… is it true?" she asked in a low, trembling voice. “Does my father have… a ba

Stevenson’s POVA week later….Dinner had just ended, and I leaned back in my chair, feeling full and content.“The food was delicious,” I said, complimenting Fiona, who sat beside me. I knew she hadn't cooked the meal, but I felt the need to acknowledge her anyway. She glanced at me, forcing a smile before looking away.I could tell something was on her mind. She nibbled on her food before finally putting her fork down. As if gathering her thoughts, she cleared her throat and spoke softly, "We need to talk."I sighed, already feeling annoyed. "What is it this time? Do you need more money for another one of your expensive shopping trips? I thought I gave you more than enough last time?"She shook her head, her expression serious. "No, it’s not about money. It’s something else—something very important."This caught my attention. I sat up straighter, looking at her more closely. "Then what?""It’s about Phoebe," s

Phoebe's POV I ended the call with my mother, letting out a deep breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. My chest felt tight from hearing her desperate pleas, but I knew I couldn’t let that sway me now. I had come too far. As I placed my phone down, Antonio entered the room, his presence commanding as always. His gaze met mine, and he asked, "Did you talk to your mother?" I nodded, though I still felt a heavy weight in my heart. Hearing my mother beg for my father's release had shaken me more than I cared to admit. Antonio walked up to me, his eyes searching my face. "You’re not having second thoughts, are you?" he asked quietly, but there was an edge to his voice. "Because if you are, I’ll withdraw everything. We can let him go. And then, he can continue with his plans for his new empire for your brother." His words stirred something inside me. The mere thought of letting my father continue his twisted plans for a bastard I would never acknowledge as my brother filled me with disg

Fiona's POVPhoebe took a step closer, her voice low and serious. “Mom, YOUR HUSBAND has been using company funds to build an empire for his other family. He has a child with another woman, and he’s been moving money out of the company to support them.”I stared at her for a brief moment before I burst out laughing. “This has got to be the biggest joke of the century, right?”But Phoebe just stared at me, looking dead serious. Wait….did she actually mean what she just said? Stevenson had…. a child?My legs suddenly felt weak, but I forced myself to stay standing. “No… that can’t be true,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “You're only making things up.”Stevenson would never betray me this way. He promised Sheila’s mother was the first and last! He made me a vow—he wouldn’t betray me.Phoebe suddenly pulled out her phone and held it up in front of me. “See for yourself.”I stared at the phone screen, my vision b