All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Andrew’s POVI was packing my briefcase, preparing to leave the office and head to Grandpa’s house to apologize to Sheila and take her back home. Just as I was about to grab my keys, my phone rang. Glancing at the screen, I saw Charles Donovan’s name flash across it. Hours after our meeting, I hadn’t expected his call. I hesitated before answering, unsure of what he could possibly want now.“Charles,” I answered, keeping my tone neutral.“Andrew,” he began. “I wanted to reach out and apologize for the way things went earlier today. Inviting you to compete with the Lyons Group like that—it was unprofessional, and I regret it.”I remained silent, waiting for him to continue.“I’ve had some time to reconsider,” he said slowly. “After reviewing both your proposals, I realized that Walker Enterprises is the right partner for us. If you’re still willing, we’d like to award you the contract.”I immediately smiled when I heard

Sheila's POV“Is this Evelyn?” I demanded, holding the photograph up to Andrew’s face. “Why does she look like me?”Andrew looked horrified, his phone dropping from his hand as he stared at the picture with disbelief. He took the photo from me, holdjg onto it tightly as if he feared it would disappear. I couldn’t understand why he looked like someone who had just seen a ghost. “Why does she look like me?” I asked again, my voice trembling.Andrew slowly headed to his chair and sank into it, his posture as slumped as if he had received the saddest news of his life. He rubbed his hands through his hair, letting out a deep sigh. I watched him, confused and desperate for answers.When I first saw the picture of Andrew and the woman, who looked so much in love, I wondered when I had ever taken such a picture with him. Then it hit me— the note! It warned me not to think I could ever replace Evelyn, making me believe this woman in th

Stevenson’s POVI sat in the cold, tiny prison cell, staring at the walls. My once-powerful life had crumbled, and now I was nothing but just an inmate.The betrayal from my family, the accusations, and being locked up—it all weighed me down. Each second in this place felt like an eternity. I sighed heavily, running a hand through my unkempt hair, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.Suddenly, the cell door clanged open, and an officer stood there. "You have a visitor," the officer announced.I blinked, surprised. I hadn’t been expecting anyone. I stood up, straightening my wrinkled shirt as much as I could, and followed the officer down the long hallway to the visitor’s room. It turned out to be my lawyer."Good to see you, Mr. Grayson," the lawyer said as I sat down across from him.I gave a weak nod. "I hope you have some good news for me."He nodded and leaned in. "Actually, I do. There’s finally a way to get

Phoebe’s POVI couldn't help but smile as I stood there. Everything was falling into place, just as Antonio had promised.I remember when he first explained his plan to me after revealing his intention to get my dad out of prison. I had been skeptical at first, but after he explained his plans to me, I was glad that he was on my side.The thrill I felt was indescribable; the idea of watching my dad squirm, his company slipping through his fingers—it was all too perfect. I couldn’t wait to see his face once it all played out.Mr. Shepherd cleared his throat, pulling me back to the present. “Alright, let’s start the voting,” he announced, setting the room in motion. The board members exchanged glances before they began casting their votes.One by one, they made their choices. Some still supported my dad, no surprise there. They had been feeding off his scraps for years, benefiting from the little perks he’d thrown their way—perks that would certainly end when I became CEO.But their loy

Stevenson’s POVThe same night….I sat alone at the bar, just staring at my glass, lost in thought. My life had taken such a drastic turn, and now, here I was, no longer the CEO of the company I had dedicated years of time and hard work to grow.Antonio and Phoebe had taken everything from me and even dragged Fiona into their mess. How could it have come to this?But what puzzled me most was how Fiona knew about the 5% of shares I’d secretly sold. I’d been careful, very careful, to cover it up, even using her shares to balance the numbers.This was the reason I’d initially wanted her shares transferred to my name—it would have made everything so much easier to hide. But somehow, Fiona found out. And now, everyone was aware that I didn’t own the highest percentage of shares in my own company.I was certain that I hadn’t told anyone. My lawyer had processed everything discreetly. No one at the company had noticed a thing, so how di