All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Valerie's POV.Sitting down opposite Drake and Charlotte, I tried to maintain a good sitting posture, I tried my best to compose myself, but my attitude was giving me out, Drake in his own wasn't making things easy for me, Since I sat down beside them, he has been looking at me without taking his eyes off, If this wasn't a party I would make him regret coming to this dinner in the first place, He made my life miserable for me, Together with his wife, I lost my unborn child, I felt like crying.My eyes were already crowder with tears, but I didn't let it out. Even when Ron tried to lighten up my mood by making me laugh, I wasn't happy with them around me. They should have given us another seat.I thought Drake would gaze at me for a short period, but he still hasn't taken his eyes away from him. I noticed because I also tried to avoid his gaze. What is he up to this time? What is he thinking of doing to me? I already lost my baby. The connection I think would create another chance for

Valerie’s POVRon leaned close to me, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "Stay strong, Valerie. Don't let him break you."My shoulders trembled, trying to hold my emotions in. The tears were still fresh on my cheeks, but inside me, the anger began to rise to gradually cover my sorrow. I drew a little bit back from Ron's easy comfort and, wiped my eyes with the heel of my hand, then turned and narrowed my eyes to Drake."You're a selfish heartless bastard, Drake," I spat, my voice shaking with a mixture of hurt and fury, "How on earth can you do this to me? How on earth can you do this to me? I mean, after everything we've been through—all that I've done for you!"His jaw tightened as he took a step closer, but something unreadable glinted in his eyes. He almost seemed conflicted, as if he wasn't sure what kind of response to have towards my accusations. Finally, he breathed out sharply and said, "Valerie. It was an arranged marriage. My hands were tied. You think I wanted

Drake’s POVValerie's statement hung in the air, and the room fell silent, with no sound of clinking glasses or soft murmurs left. The silence sent the weight of her words right through. Valerie stood frozen for a moment, her heart beating in her chest—as if all the guests' eyes had turned on her, their incredulity felt. Yet, she knew she had to stand her ground, no matter how much her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.I was the first to break the silence, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting, Valerie?" my tone was cold, dripping with disdain. "This is nothing but gibberish.""It's not gibberish, Drake," she said, fighting to keep her tone very firm, although her throat had tightened and made her voice harder to push out. "I have nothing to gain by lying about this."My eyebrows narrowed, my jaw tightening in anger. I turned around the room, my eyes landing on a few guests who whispered to one another. "This lady is trying to

Valerie’s POV"Valerie." Deep and commanding, Drake's voice echoed down the hall. I stopped, tightened my hold on the strap of my bag, and turned to face him. He stood at the end of the corridor, his expression unreadable, though there was a tension in his stance that made her wary."I came for my things," I said, my voice even, though my heart raced. "I don't plan on staying."Drake stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "You can't just walk away from this, Valerie. From us.""There is no 'us,' Drake," I replied, a sharp edge to my tone. "There never was. It was a contract, nothing more."His jaw flexed, and for an instant, I could have sworn I saw a flicker of something… hurt, maybe? in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by the mask of control he wore so well."You're making a mistake," Drake said, his voice low and dangerous. "You know you can't afford to leave. Your brother's medical bills”."Don't you dare," I snapped, cutting him off. My eyes flashed anger as I took a step fo

Valerie's POV.A look of puzzlement crossed get face, She stopped and peered intensely at my phone, as I held it up for her to see the picture well, She blinked rapidly trying to make sense of the picture on my phone, I'm sure she would be wondering how I got it, But actually, I'm sitting here, and she didn't notice that. She tilted her head quizzically, as I allowed a mischievous smile make its way to my face. I needed something to control Charlotte, and I am slowly getting it. Apart from Drake she is the only person on my neck that I need to deal with soon. She has been making me dance in her tone. I need to do the same to her.I placed my phone on the table next to me and shipped it from the orange juice placed in front of me. I crossed my right leg over the other leg and waited patiently for her to make an excuse, Because I definitely knew she would get one. But the question I keep asking is why is Drake married when she would flirt around? She claimed to love him, yet she still d