All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Sheila's POV Mom stood beside me, glancing around as we waited for Simeon. The tour guide had excused himself, saying he needed to get something, and had also left. Where Mom stood, someone suddenly bumped into her with enough force to make her stagger. “Mom!” I reached out, steadying her before she could fall. She clutched my arm for support, looking shocked by the sudden force. The woman who’d bumped into her didn’t even stop. She kept walking as if nothing had happened, her phone in hand as she kept chatting with God-knows-who. “Hey!” I called out, my voice sharp and cutting through the noise around us. “Watch where you’re going!” The woman stilled mid-step, her back rigid as she pocketed her phone. Slowly, she turned around, her gaze locking with mine. My breath caught when I saw her face. It was surprisingly... “Phoebe?” I called out. “Sheila?” she called out, equally surprised. “What are you doing here?” we both asked at the same time. I stared fully at her

Phoebe's POVThis week had been so stressful and messy. Deadlines were piling up, my boss, Mr. Jeremy, kept asking for more than I could handle, and life generally hadn’t been so rosy since I got separated from Antonio and lost my father’s company. But now, as I stood watching Sheila and her mother struggle under the stares of the crowd, it felt like life was finally giving me a break. Meeting Sheila and her mother here was an unexpected twist of fate—a perfect opportunity to redirect all my pent-up stress. They were the perfect scapegoats I needed at that moment to make me forget my chaotic life, even if just for a while. I watched as Mr. Jeremy walked toward us. His steps were fast, and his face looked serious and strict. His eyes moved quickly over the scene, showing he was ready to take charge. My heart started beating faster—not because I was scared, but because I was excited. This was my chance to take control. “What’s going on here?” Mr. Jeremy’s sharp voice cut through

Sheila's POVProbation?Phoebe, the self-proclaimed six-figure-earning model, was on probation? I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.The same woman who had boasted about being a top model and indispensable to the agency just moments ago was nothing more than a temporary hire trying to claw her way up.Why was I even surprised? Most of the words that came out of her mouth were lies stacked on more lies.My gaze shifted to Phoebe. Her head was bowed low, her shoulders tense as though the weight of the world was pressing down on them. For someone as prideful as Phoebe, this moment must have been pure torture. But would she admit to her lies, or would her ego force her into another elaborate tale?The place was deathly silent as everyone waited to see what Phoebe would do. Then, in a very low voice, Phoebe muttered, “I set Sheila up; I apologize.”I blinked, sure I’d misheard her. Even Mr. Jeremy frowned and stepped closer, his voice sharp. “What did you just say, Phoebe? Speak up so ev

Sheila's POVThe moment I left Phoebe, I felt something I couldn't really describe within me. At first, I thought it was the residual anger from what had happened, but as I walked away, I realized it wasn’t. It wasn’t anger anymore... pity? The way she had knelt and begged, sweating profusely out of fear and panic, somehow stirred something in my heart. For all the damage she had done, for all the chaos she brought into our lives, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. How did it come to this? How did someone so intent on making my life miserable end up so broken? How could she carry all this hatred for me all these years and just not let go? Wasn't it too heavy to carry? I sighed, hoping Phoebe would find peace wherever she decided to go. When I caught up with Mom and Simeon, I noticed the tension on Simeon’s face. His usual confidence and bubbly nature were replaced by regret as he apologized. "Sheila, Mom," he began, his tone filled with guilt. "I’m so sorry. I never exp

Evelyn's POVThe first thing I noticed was the sharp smell of antiseptic. My head felt heavy, and as I slowly opened my eyes, the blinding white ceiling greeted me. A dull ache throbbed in my temples. Where was I?I turned my head slowly, following the murmur of voices. Two figures stood nearby, their conversation animated. My throat felt dry, and when I tried to speak, only a weak groan escaped my lips. It must have caught their attention because one of them immediately rushed toward me. “Evelyn!” a voice called with tenderness and worry. I blinked hard, trying to recognize the figure as the voice sounded familiar. As my vision cleared, I saw Andrew's face close to mine, his eyes filled with concern. His hand found mine, warm and comforting. “Evelyn, how are you feeling?” Killian asked, stepping forward. “I-I’m not sure…” My voice cracked as I spoke. “Can you follow my finger?” Killian held up his hand and moved his finger side to side, observing my reaction. “Yes,” I croak