Semua Bab Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Stevenson’s POV I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in lying on the ground in complete darkness. No light. No sound. Nothing. The last thing I could remember was the accident, and losing consciousness, so how did I get here? I scanned the room, or at least what felt like a room. There was some sort of an overwhelming emptiness in this space, my breaths being the only thing I could hear. I lifted my hand, unable to see my fingers in the dark room.“Hello?” I called out, my voice echoing back to me, but no one answered. I shouted louder, but all I got was my voice echoing back to me. I began to panic as I didn’t know where I was or how long I had been here. It felt suffocating.As the darkness pressed in, my fingers trembled and I began to take deep breaths, trying to stay calm. I'd never thought of myself as being claustrophobic, but now, I think I was. Suddenly, a faint light flickered from the corner of the room. It looked like a candlelight.I felt a flicker of hope and with

Stevenson's POV These two serpents! They came to ruin my life. Caspian continued. “You heard me right. I tampered with your brakes. And the truck driver? I paid him to make sure you didn’t survive. It was quite easy for me to find a random old dying man who wanted to earn a large sum of money to sustain his family after he’s gone. But here you are. Still alive. Funny how things work out.” His tone turned cruel. “You’re better off like this. Karma really dealt with you and took your legs. Not that you really needed them anyways.” I grabbed the bed’s railing as hard as I could, my fingers curling around the cold metal. Anger was burning inside me, but I couldn’t even express myself. My knuckles turned white, and my whole body tensed. I wanted to scream, to shout at him, to throw a punch at his face, but I couldn’t. I felt stuck, trapped in my own body, helpless. And then there was Fiona. She stood there, watching me with a smug smile, like she was enjoying the whole thing. “Don’t

Phoebe’s POVI couldn’t believe what I had just heard.No properties. No assets. Nothing.The words rang in my head like a bell, loud and clear, but somehow, I couldn’t make sense of them. For a moment, I just sat there, frozen in disbelief, staring at the lawyer as if he had spoken in a different language. Dad… had nothing?I’d been very sad since his death, mourning the man who, despite all his flaws, had still been my father. Even with all the fights and coldness between us recently, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he’d raised me.He’d always shown up at the hospital when I was sick, held my hand when I was scared, and promised I would be okay. He had always loved and adored me for years, and I believed that if I hadn't provoked Andrew Walker, which led to Dad getting bankrupt, he wouldn't have given me to Antonio as his wife.But to hear that all of his hard work, everything he built… was gone? It sounded odd and unbelievable.The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Every

Andrew's POVI pushed open the front door and walked into the living room, expecting to hear Sheila call out or at least acknowledge my presence.Instead, there she was, sitting on the couch, her legs tucked under her, staring blankly at the TV. It was her favorite show, and she seemed utterly absorbed in it, not sparing me a glance as I stood in the doorway.I deliberately stomped my foot as I set my briefcase down, hoping to get her attention. Nothing. She didn’t even flinch. Just a quick glance my way, then she returned her focus to the screen.I sighed, frustrated. Why was she acting this way again? How long would she continue treating me like air?Enough of this. I walked over to her and stood directly in front of the TV, blocking her view. Sheila’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, a cold, distant expression clouding her face. Without a word, she shifted slightly to the side, continuing to watch her show as if I wasn’t even there. This silent treatment had gone on long enough.I sn

Fiona’s POVThe air felt thick and suffocating. Phoebe stood in front of me, her eyes blazing with disbelief and anger. I had never seen her like this before. This was not my sweet, obedient daughter. She was someone else entirely—someone filled with rage, and I didn’t know how to control it.“I can’t believe you’re telling me this,” Phoebe spat, her voice shaking. “Caspian isn’t my father. You’re lying. This is some sick joke, isn’t it?”I took a deep breath, my chest tightening. I had hoped she would take it better than this. I hadn’t wanted to tell her like this at all, but she forced my hand. She needed to know the truth. “No, Phoebe,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I wish I were lying, but I’m not. Caspian is your biological father. Stevenson… Stevenson wasn’t.”Her eyes widened in horror, and she slowly took a step back as if the truth physically pushed her. “You’re disgusting,” she hissed. “How could you do that to him? How could you do that to me?”“Phoebe,