All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Antonio Ricardo's POV"Mr. Ricardo, these contract terms seem quite favorable, but I need more clarity on the profit-sharing ratio. Can you elaborate on how this benefits all parties?" Mr. Harrington, one of my business clients, asked during the Zoom meeting we were having with other clients."Of course, Mr. Harrington,” I replied. “The profit-sharing ratio is structured to ensure that both our companies benefit equally. Our projections show a 15% increase in net profit within the first quarter, with potential for further growth as we expand our market reach. This means that both your company and mine stand to gain significantly, with minimal risk involved."Mr. Harrington nodded, seemingly satisfied, but before he could respond, there was a knock at my office door. I ignored it, focusing instead on Mr. Chen, another client, who had just unmuted his microphone."Mr. Ricardo," Mr. Chen began, "I appreciate your thorough explanation. However, I’m cu

Andrew’s POVThe morning light seeped through the curtains, pulling me out of a restless sleep. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed, ready to prepare for work.My stomach instantly growled, reminding me of how I had stubbornly refused to eat whatever Sheila had prepared last night, and now I was paying the price. I made a mental note to grab an early breakfast once I got to the office; the last thing I wanted was to bump into Sheila at the breakfast table. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood for another awkward encounter.Who was I kidding? With the way I had dismissed her last night, I doubted she would even want to have breakfast with me. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It was going to be a long day.I got ready for work and left my room, but as I descended the stairs, I was caught off guard. There, standing at the bottom of the steps, was Sheila, holding a steaming cup of coffee.How was she up this early? And why wasn’t she angry?

Andrew's POVEarlier that day…As soon as Sheila left the office, I let out a deep sigh of relief, glad to be free of that painfully awkward situation. The tension in my chest slowly eased, but before I could fully relax, James burst into laughter, shaking his head as he looked at me.“What was that all about?” he asked, still chuckling. “You looked like a deer in headlights when she walked in. What’s going on?”I forced a small smile, trying to brush it off. “I just wasn’t expecting her, that’s all,” I mumbled, hoping he’d drop it.“Come on, Andrew,” James pressed, eyeing me curiously. “So why’d you lie about us going out for lunch? She brought you lunch! And you couldn’t even look her in the eye.”I didn't reply, not sure how to explain what I was feeling as my eyes drifted toward the basket of food Sheila had brought. James noticed and leaned in, clearly interested in what was inside. “Let’s see what she made,” he sa

Phoebe’s POVI sat by the beach, feeling tired and lonely. The waves crashed against the shore, but even their sound couldn’t lift my spirits. I missed my family and friends, and I was tired of being stuck on this island. What once seemed like a paradise now felt like a prison. Every day felt the same, just a boring cycle that I couldn’t escape.I hadn’t seen Antonio much after the day he made me kneel facing the wall for three hours. It was humiliating, but even worse was the cold silence that followed after that day.He allowed me to dress after my punishment and sent me to my room like I was some pet he’d lost interest in. Since then, he barely acknowledged my existence. I was tired of throwing tantrums or doing something stupid just to get his attention—nothing worked anymore, and the guards were clearly bored of my outbursts.I couldn’t keep living like this. Trapped on this island, I felt like I was losing touch with the world. I w

Sheila's POVI woke up to a gentle knock on my door. As I opened my eyes, I saw Anna stepping into the room, a warm smile on her face."Good morning, Mistress. I hope you slept well?" she said gently. "Sorry to wake you, but I was wondering what you’d like for breakfast today."I sat up, yawning and pushing the covers aside. "Good morning, Anna,” I replied, stretching a little before fully sitting up.Glancing at the wall clock, I realized I had slept in quite late this morning. Racking my brain, I said the first thing that came to mind. “I think I’ll have some scrambled eggs with toast and maybe some fruit on the side, please."Anna nodded. “Alright, I’ll get it ready before you come downstairs,” she said, turning to leave. But then, she hesitated and turned back to me, looking concerned.“Mistress,” she began cautiously, “I know it’s not my place, but I’ve noticed something... something about you and Master.”I stiffen