All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Simeon’s POVI leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching Sheila disappear into the building. My fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel as I sighed. She was trying so hard to hold it all together, but I could see through the tiny cracks in her armor. Three months might seem like a long time to some people, but for Sheila, it wasn’t enough to heal the wounds in her heart.Not that I blamed her. Andrew had been stupid—too stupid for his own good. He’d thrown away something precious. If he weren’t my brother, I might’ve given him the beating of his life by now. Even as my brother, I’d thought about it more than once… he didn’t deserve Sheila, not after the way he’d treated her. Over the past few months, Sheila and I had grown closer, and though she probably thought of me as just a friend, I couldn’t help but feel protective of her. Maybe even a little more than I should… like an older brother. I always found an excuse to visit this quiet town, just to see her smile. Even if

Simeon's POVThe moment I walked into the grand lobby, my eyes scanned the surroundings in search of Sheila. I didn’t expect the scene that greeted me. Just across the room, I spotted them: Sheila and Evelyn... together. How was this possible? What was Evelyn doing in this part of town? I stared at Evelyn, and saw how beautifully well she had recovered ever since I last saw her at the hospital. My heart seemed to have skipped a beat, watching her so full of life and vigor.Seeing her seated across from Sheila, looking at Sheila as if she was a piece of garbage, set off alarm bells in my head. I'd always known Evelyn to be sharp and outspoken....what was she saying to Sheila?I buried my emotions deep within my heart and walked closer, unnoticed for now, catching the tail end of Evelyn’s words, her tone dripping with disdain. “...what happens when Simeon gets tired of you, too? Who will you latch on to? Let me guess… their grandfather?” Sheila stood frozen, her face pale and sp

Evelyn's POV I stood there, frozen, my hands clenched into fists as I watched Simeon leave with Sheila. My chest heaved with every breath, the anger bubbling inside me. My eyes burned with the rage coursing through me. How could he? How dare he? When I learned about Sheila, I felt this desperate need to meet her. I had to see for myself what made her so special—why she seemed to be at the center of everything. But every time I tried, something came up, and I was kept away. It felt like the universe was conspiring to keep us apart. Today, I’d had enough. I snuck out of the house, driving for hours, determined to meet this woman who had somehow managed to get involved with everything—or rather, everyone—that used to matter to me. What I didn’t expect was to run into Simeon. Seeing him after all this time—it should have felt like a reunion, a moment of happiness. Instead, his coldness pierced through me like a dagger. Why her? Why Sheila? A woman he barely knew compared to

Evelyn’s POVI bent down slowly, my fingers trembling as I picked up one of the pictures Andrew had thrown at me. My heart raced as the image in my hand sent a chill down my spine. It was a photo of me holding Simeon’s hand. How… how did Andrew get this? When I had sarcastically asked if he was stalking me earlier, I hadn’t expected him to actually do it. But here it was—evidence that he’d hired someone to follow me. I clenched the photo in my hand, my shock instantly turning into anger. Without thinking, I threw it back at him, and asked in a sharp voice,“What is this, Andrew? Am I a prisoner in your house now? A prisoner who can’t step outside without the warden’s permission?” Andrew remained unmoved, his expression cold and stern. “This isn’t about being a prisoner, Evelyn. What exactly were you doing with Simeon?” His question stung, not because I didn’t have an answer, but because of the sheer audacity of it. What did he think I was doing with Simeon? I took a deep bre

Sheila's POV The smell of something sweet wafted through the air, pulling me out of my room and straight toward the kitchen. I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and smiled. “Mom, are the cookies ready yet?” I asked, hoping she’d let me sneak a taste. She glanced over her shoulder, an apron tied snugly around her waist. “Almost,” she replied, her hands busy rolling out dough. I stepped closer and tied on an apron of my own. “Let me help then. You’re always saying teamwork makes the dream work.” She chuckled as I joined her at the counter, and we worked side by side, kneading and shaping the dough. Halfway through, while the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, Mom turned to me with a sly smile. “Should I make an extra batch?” she asked casually, but I could see her eyes glinting mischievously. “You know, since these are Simeon’s favorites.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Mom, is Simeon a buffalo you’re p