All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sheila’s POVWorking on my online course project had kept me busy for most of the morning. The details were quite stressful, but I enjoyed working on it.Moreover, I needed something to take my mind off everything that had been happening lately. I had just finished drafting my presentation when my phone rang.“Hello, is this Sheila Walker?” a sharp voice on the other end asked.“Yes, speaking,” I replied.“I’m calling from Premier Events. We received a recommendation for you, and we’d love to discuss the possibility of you joining us as an event planner.”I sat up straight. “I’m sorry, who recommended me?”“You came highly recommended by someone who mentioned your work on past events, including a gala. We'd like to meet with you to discuss the terms and see if you'd be interested in joining our team.”The gala? My mind instantly went to Grandpa and Grandma. They had praised me so much for organizing their anniversary event that it had to be them.I smiled, the thought warming me insid

Andrew's POVI sat at the round table in the private room of one of the city’s upscale restaurants, surrounded by four men, each representing their own companies. We’d come together to discuss the thorn in all of our sides—the Lyons Group. As I took a sip of my coffee, I kept my tone calm but firm.“They’ve been poaching our clients for months,” I began, locking eyes with each of the men. “The Lyons Group has no respect for proper business practices. They’re not just competing fairly; they’re undercutting contracts, making underhanded deals, and smearing our reputations to steal our business.”The men exchanged glances, nodding in agreement. Jackson, the head of The Elite Group, leaned forward. “It’s true. We lost a major deal last week because they spread rumors about our reliability. It's getting out of hand.”Mark, a well-known real estate mogul, chimed in, his voice gruff. “Same here. They’ve been circling my clients like vultures, offering ridiculous incentives just to get them

Sheila’s POVI stirred awake, blinking against the light flooding into my eyes. My head pounded as I groaned, trying to make sense of where I was. The room felt old, dark and gloomy. Faded wallpaper peeled from the walls, and the wooden floor creaked. A broken chair stood in the corner, and a painting of a wilted flower hung above.Then it hit me. The woman. The restroom. The spray. I jolted upright, my heart racing as the memory slammed into me. I had been sprayed with something, and before I blacked out, I vividly remembered seeing a man. But his face... I knew I saw his face and it was familiar, but I just couldn't remember now no matter how hard I tried.I threw off the blanket that covered me and stumbled toward the door. My hand gripped the handle, twisting it desperately, but the door didn’t budge. It was locked. My chest felt tight, and I started breathing faster. Where was I? And, most importantly, who had brought me here?

Stevenson's POVThe world felt like it was closing in around me. Caspian’s words echoed in my head, repeating over and over like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.“You’ve been raising a child that isn’t even yours.”Those words hit me like a thunderstrike. My hands shook as I grabbed my keys, barely noticing Shepherd’s distant voice calling after me. I couldn’t hear him. I couldn’t hear anything.I stormed out of the building, my mind racing. I had to confront Fiona, had to make her explain this madness. There was no way this was true. It couldn’t be. Phoebe was mine.She had to be mine. But Caspian’s smug face wouldn’t leave my mind, that stupid smile when he showed me that picture—him and Fiona locked in a kiss. Fiona appeared younger in that picture, which confirmed that she had indeed known Caspian before she even met me.How come? How was this even possible?I fumbled with the keys as I opened my car door, almost dropp

Andrew's POV I slammed my hand on the table, the loud bang echoing through the room. Glasses rattled, and I felt a sharp sting in my palm. But the pain was nothing compared to how frustrated I felt right now. Simeon had taken Sheila—and Evelyn. How could this be happening? How did he even manage to take both of them? I grabbed my phone again and tried calling Killian. The screen flashed, but the call wasn’t going through. How would I be able to call Killian and confirm all this? I gritted my teeth and forced myself to focus. I had just been given an address to meet Simeon, and he had given me only fifteen minutes to get there. I glanced at the clock. I didn’t have much time left. My mind raced. I wanted to drive to the local charity hospital and confirm if Evelyn was still there. But there wasn’t enough time. If Simeon was really holding her hostage, there was no telling what he might do to her if I didn’t ar