All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I stood frozen in place, unable to believe who I was staring at.“Simeon,” I muttered, the name slipping from my lips almost involuntarily.He smirked, a lazy, cocky grin that I remembered all too well. “I'm surprised you remember me, Sheila. I thought you must have forgotten by now; pleased to know that you still remember.”How could I ever forget? The chaos, the tension he brought with him the very first time I met him—who would forget that so easily?I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “What are you doing here?”Simeon leaned back casually against the wall, crossing his arms with a bored look on his face. “I was bored. Thought I’d come by and see if we could finish our interesting, unfinished conversation from the other night.”“Bored? You’re here just because you’re bored?”He shrugged. “Of course. And as I mentioned earlier, you and I didn’t exactly finish our last conversation. I thought we could, yo

Stevenson's POVI heard Fiona’s loud shriek, and I quickly rushed to the front door to find out what was going on.My heart raced as I reached her side, instinctively stepping in front of her, shielding her from whatever—or whoever—was standing on the other side.A tall, broad-shouldered man was in the doorway with a confused maid, a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His face stretched into a smile, but there was something off about it.“Who are you?” I asked coldly as I scanned him from head to toe. Why did the security guards allow a stranger into my house?The man chuckled lightly and stretched out his hand toward me. “Hi, I'm Caspian,” he said smoothly. “I’m Fiona’s cousin. I just came into town.”I didn’t take his hand. Instead, I glanced at Fiona, who still stood frozen behind me. Her eyes widened slightly as if she had just seen a ghost. The maid that answered the door took this opportunity to leave while I questio

Stevenson’s POVLater that day…….“She’s got the audacity, Shepherd. The audacity to bring that... that cousin of hers into my house. After I clearly told her I didn't want him around!”I took a shot of my drink and gulped it all at once, feeling so angry and frustrated. Shepherd raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip from his beer. “You’re sure this Caspian guy is her cousin? I mean…women these days that are out for revenge can't be fully trusted.”I knew what Shepherd was hinting at and initially, I had the same thought as well.“I called one of Fiona’s sisters, the one she's very close to, and she confirmed knowing Caspian. But I still don't want him in my house. He's staying under my roof like he owns the place. I’m worried that soon, he and Fiona will start ganging up against me in my own house and someday, I might just lose full control of my home.”Shepherd chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Control, huh? You’ve b

Phoebe’s POV"Based on last quarter’s numbers, we can increase production by at least 15%, which will open the door to new markets," Antonio explained. He pointed at the chart in front of him, barely glancing at it. "That’s where we need to focus—expansion in the eastern region. The demand is there."One of the clients, a middle-aged man with graying hair, nodded thoughtfully. “Antonio, if we move forward with the expansion, do you have the infrastructure ready to support it?”“We’re already two steps ahead,” Antonio replied proudly. “The groundwork is being laid as we speak, and within the next month, we'll be at full capacity.”Another client, a younger man, looked intrigued. “And what about competition? We’ve been hearing that others are trying to break into that market.”Antonio smiled, a slight smirk that I had seen countless times. “Let them try. We’ve secured key partnerships, and by the time they get their foot in the do

Antonio’s POV“Drive,” I ordered coldly, leaning back against the seat as the rain began to pour harder. The driver hesitated, glancing back at me through the rearview mirror.I knew what he was thinking. He could see the madness in my eyes—the cold ruthlessness I didn’t even bother to hide.Despite his reluctance, he still obeyed and drove. And as we sped away, I caught a glimpse of Phoebe standing there, drenched, confused, and broken.“Good,” I thought. She needed to feel this.Of course, I knew that she wasn't lying back in the car because I'd watched her all through the meeting. I had long noticed her lack of attention during the meeting and how she had silently, out of impulse, tapped her feet on the ground to show she wanted to be somewhere else but there.The truth was, I deliberately pulled this act because I wanted her to get riled up, to hate me enough until she would become too desperate to get rid of me.Des