All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Fiona’s POV “Phoebe!” I exclaimed and rushed towards her. “How are you doing? I was even thinking of coming to your ward afterward, but thought you might be asleep. What are you doing outside?” “I got tired of staying inside, so my husband decided to take me outside for a night stroll,” she explained, then repeated, “Who did you say is in the ER?” “Your father…” I started, then paused to think about what I was about to say. “I caught him having a romantic dinner with Mia. When he came home, I confronted him, and he… he snapped. He hit me, Phoebe.” I paused, sniffing a little. “He was leaving, angry and drunk, and then he just… staggered, fell, and hit his head. It was awful.” Phoebe’s eyes widened in disbelief, her lips trembling as she tried to process what I’d said. “Mia? Sheila’s mother?” she stammered. “How? I thought she was at the hospital on the brink of death?” I wiped my fake tears and

Antonio’s POV“Who is Caspian?” I asked Phoebe as soon as I got to her room and found her awake.Phoebe immediately sat up, frowning. “I don’t know. I mean, I met him that day in the hospital after my accident, but that’s all. I didn't even get to talk to him that day. Why do you ask?”“Your mother said he saved her tonight,” I pointed out. “But how was he even at your house at this time of the night? It's quite late, Phoebe.”She blinked, her face showing confusion. “I really didn't think about it, but now that you mention it… it does seem quite strange.”I could see her thinking about it, and then she suggested, “Maybe he came by earlier to see my parents and witnessed the whole thing?” but her tone sounded unsure.“Maybe. Or maybe there’s more to this than we know,” I said, trying to push her thoughts in the right direction. “How about you ask someone in the house? Call one of the servants.”I needed to confirm someth

Andrew's POVI was halfway through typing out the email when the phone on my desk rang. I picked it up and used my shoulder to hold it to my ear while I continued typing.“Sir, there’s a Mr. Simeon Walker here to see you,” my secretary said over the phone.I paused what I was typing midway. Simeon. My body tensed when I heard what she had just said. What the hell was he doing here?“Tell him I’m busy. I don’t want to see him,” I said flatly.Before my secretary could respond, I heard a familiar, taunting voice in the background. “Is my own brother really too scared to face me?”I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening on the phone. I could already picture the smug and lazy expression on his face, smirking at me for trying to avoid seeing him.“Send him in,” I muttered and ended the call. I couldn’t even concentrate on the email I was working on earlier, so I just closed my laptop and waited for Simeon.I was going

Antonio's POV"Phoebe, you look like you've seen a ghost," I said, noticing how pale and startled she seemed when she opened the bathroom door. I had just gotten to the hospital and noticed she wasn't not in her room. I thought she might have gone out for a morning scroll or something, but then I used a voice coming from the rest room and just as I was about to reach out and open it, the door creaked open and I saw Phoebe standing there, looking a bit shocked.She flashed me an awkward smile. "Oh, Antonio… I was just surprised to see you standing there, that’s all."I raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. I moved toward her, gently helping her back to the room. "You need to take it easy. Your leg hasn't fully healed."She nodded, and once we were inside, the nurse came in, smiling politely at me before turning to Phoebe. "Are you done with the phone?"I frowned, catching that last part. "What phone?"Phoebe quickl

Andrew's POV“We’re losing contracts left and right again!” Mr. Thompson shouted, his face red with anger as he slammed a stack of papers onto the table. “The Lyons Group has poached three more of our clients in the last month. If we don’t act now, we’re going to bleed out! I thought this matter had been handled before?”Mrs. Davenport wasn’t having it. “Mr. Thompson, you’re overreacting. Yes, we’ve lost a few clients, but the ones we lost weren’t even our biggest accounts. We’ve had worse years. You need to really calm down.”“Calm down?” Thompson shot back. “That’s your solution? To calm down, sit here and watch as the Lyons Group makes a mockery of us?”“They’re not making a mockery of us; they’re taking the scraps we no longer need,” Mrs. Davenport argued, leaning back in her chair. “Walker Enterprises isn’t going under because of a small-time company like the Lyons group. We've been able to secure top contracts even with Lyons lurking around,