Lahat ng Kabanata ng Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Sheila’s POVAs soon as I spotted the new rack, I dramatically exclaimed, “Wow. These are exactly what I’ve been looking for! No wonder I couldn’t find anything earlier.”The assistant chimed in, loudly announcing, “These are from a very expensive collection. Are you sure you can afford them?”I smiled at the bait and responded, “I’ll take a few. The price isn’t an issue. I've been looking for this exact collection, which is why I haven't really picked many dresses since I came.”Right on cue, Phoebe’s obnoxious voice rang out just as I expected. “I’ll buy every dress on this rack,” she stated arrogantly.The assistant feigned surprise and glanced at both of us as if confused about what to do at that point.“These dresses are more expensive than others, ma’am,” she warned, then gestured toward me. “And this lady here seems to be interested in some of the collection. Perhaps, you can check out other sections so that you'll have va

Fiona’s POVThe house was unusually quiet as Phoebe and I sat in the living room after returning from the boutique.We both sat in silence, not exchanging a word after Phoebe had received a call from an angry Antonio on our way home. He sounded furious and told Phoebe to wait for him here because he was on his way.I could see the tension in Phoebe as her eyes flickered between me and the clock. I tried to tell her to relax and that I would help her explain things to Antonio, but she still seemed agitated.She knew it was only a matter of time before Antonio stormed in, and sure enough, his footsteps soon echoed down the hallway.“Phoebe!” Antonio’s voice roared through the house as he entered the room, his face twisted with rage. His eyes locked onto her immediately. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Do you realize how embarrassing that was?”Phoebe’s face drained of color, and her shoulders hunched slightly, looking like

Stevenson’s POVI decided to go back home this evening after spending almost two days in a hotel, realizing that running away from the place that should have been my safe space wasn’t the answer.I was still the man of this house. No matter what Fiona or anyone else thought, this was MY house, and I wasn’t about to give that up too.Pushing the front door open, I slipped inside quietly, not wanting to alert anyone to my arrival. My plan was simple: head straight to my room, take a shower, and clear my mind. I wasn’t in the mood for confrontation, at least not yet. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway, something felt off.There she was, Fiona, her back to me, standing near the living room. Her posture was tense, her voice low, whispering into the phone. I would have ignored it on any other day, but something about her tone, the urgency, caught my attention. I instinctively slowed my steps, careful not to make a sound.“…Where do you t

Phoebe’s POVI knelt there, trying to keep my breathing steady, but fear surged through me as I stared at the cold expression on Antonio’s face.His anger felt different this time. It was colder and more intense, and I could tell that a few spankings wouldn't be enough to please him. What was he planning to do?I lowered my head, bracing myself for whatever was coming. I had learned to endure Antonio’s punishments before. I could do it again. It was what I had to do for now.He moved toward the drawer—the one that was always locked. My heart skipped a beat. He pulled it open, and when I saw what he took out, my blood ran cold.A thick gold chain. But not just any chain. It looked like a collar, something you’d put on a dog. My stomach twisted in knots as he walked toward me, holding it up like it was something precious. He didn’t say a word at first, just stared at me as he dangled it in front of my eyes.“Firstly, you’ll start w

Sheila's POV I could say today was one of the happiest days of my life. After so much time, my mother was finally being discharged today. I could hardly hold back my excitement. Three years of hospital stays, the smell of medicine, and constant checkups were finally coming to an end. I had been planning for this day for weeks, getting everything ready for her. Her room at home was ready. I had chosen the softest sheets, stocked her wardrobe with new clothes, and mapped out activities we could enjoy together. There was so much I wanted her to experience now that she would no longer be confined to the hospital. We would visit parks, sip tea in our favorite café, and finally have a taste of life again—something that had been taken from her for far too long. As we sat in the hospital room, waiting for Dr. Augustine, my mother’s eyes sparkled with the same excitement I felt. She looked so happy and couldn't wait to leave. “Can you believe it, Sheila? I’m finally leaving here,” s