All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Phoebe’s POVMom's voice shook as she turned to me, "Phoebe, did you call the police?"I paused, then answered, “No.” But inside, I was relieved they were here. Someone had to stop this madness.Nothing would ever make me accept a man like Caspian as my father, not when he was a man who leeched off my mother, hiding under my father’s roof like a coward. He couldn’t even take care of himself.Caspian's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape as the announcement from outside echoed through the house.One of the officers outside shouted, "I repeat, this is the police! The house is surrounded. Open the door immediately, or we will force entry!”“Fiona, I can’t go down! Remember our agreement!” Caspian hissed, desperation clouding his face. He then grabbed Mom, kissing her passionately, and I felt bile rise in my throat. It was disgusting. How could she let a man like him touch her?Without waiting for her reaction, Caspian bolted through the servant’s quarters, disappearing f

Phoebe's POVI was on the ground, my body shaking with anger and frustration when one of the servants rushed over to me. Her face was filled with concern as she bent down to help me up.“Miss Phoebe, are you alright? What happened?” she asked, her voice soft and worried.I didn’t even think. My emotions were in control, and before I knew it, my hand flew across her face, a sharp slap echoing in the air.“Did I ask for your help?” I snarled, glaring at her. “Get out!”The servant stumbled back, her hand flying to her cheek as she stared at me, wide-eyed and clearly hurt.“I’m so sorry, Miss Phoebe,” she mumbled, her voice trembling as she started to turn away.But before she could leave, I called after her in a sharp tone, “Wait. Come back.”She hesitated, fear and confusion written all over her face, but she obediently returned. I didn’t even feel guilty. I was too wrapped up in my own storm of emotions.

Alan's POVI knelt on the cold marble floor, my knees digging into the hard surface, and beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. The dim light overhead made the room feel even more suffocating, and the air was thick with tension. I dared not raise my eyes to look at the man standing in front of me—Mr. Romero.Romero’s presence loomed over me, his calm voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "I told you to handle the situation, Alan," he said slowly, his voice filled with disappointment. "And yet, you let things spiral out of control."“I…I…can explain. I-”Before I could get a word out, one of Romero’s men stepped forward and punched me hard in the stomach. Pain exploded through my body as I doubled over, gasping for breath. My vision blurred as I clutched my abdomen, the sharp pain making it nearly impossible to think.Romero stepped closer, his shoes clicking softly on the floor. “Pathetic,” he said, his vo

Sheila's POVI opened the door wide, my heart racing as I stared at the woman before me. I couldn’t believe it—this was Andrew’s mother, Molly Walker, the woman I had heard about but never met. She was as elegant as I had imagined, every inch of her exuding wealth and superiority. "Come in," I said, stepping aside to let her in. She walked in slowly, her sharp eyes scanning every corner of the house. Her presence alone filled the space with tension.“Where’s my son?” she asked, not bothering with any pleasantries. Her voice was cool, almost impatient.“He’s away on a business trip,” I replied, trying to sound polite. “He’s not around at the moment.”I forced a smile, even though her attitude made me uneasy. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked, hoping to ease the tension.Molly didn’t answer, her eyes continuing to roam over the furniture and the walls, as though she was assessing everything.

Andrew's POVI sat alone in my hotel room, gently rubbing my temples, hoping the pounding in my head would ease. The back-to-back meetings were exhausting, yet somehow, they weren’t the source of my headache. Sheila was.Since leaving, I’d tried my best to stay focused, but every hour that passed, she drifted into my thoughts. I was worried.I wondered if she was alright, if she was managing without me there with her. I knew lying to her about Evelyn was wrong… and to top it off, that bastard, Simeon, must have told her that I had chosen Evelyn over her. No woman would be pleased to be a second option.There was something definitely wrong with me. This should have been the perfect time to let her go, to ease her of the pain and hurt she was feeling, but I just couldn't. The thought of getting home and not finding her there made me feel… strange.Probably I was just being selfish. I kept telling myself I was keeping her in the house for her safety and that of her mother, but deep down,