All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Drake’s POVI was halfway into my morning coffee and toast when my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. My eyes froze at the number reflected on the screen, a call from Charlotte's father was the last thing I had expected. I delayed responding for a second as I wracked my brain for what Charlotte’s father could possibly want with me, especially that early in the morning.My brow furrowed with the answer, my voice carefully neutral. "Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?"Her father’s voice on the other end was firm and authoritative, his weight carrying into that morning call to make me sit up a little straighter. "Drake, I need you to pay me a visit this morning. It's urgent."He saidI felt a prickle of unease. Charlotte’s father was a man who rarely made demands unless it was something serious. My mind began to whirl with possibilities. Had something happened, was everything alright? Or, more disturbingly, had something surfaced about Valerie? The latter thought made my stomach

Valerie’s POVMy heart raced as I came out of the office building silently. My mind was still reeling from what I had overheard. Drake was going to publicly deny everything, deny me, our past, and our connection. The thought made my blood run cold. I knew people would believe him with the Charlottes family at his back. The story would then begin to bend itself into his narrative, and I would amount only to some forgotten chapter or an insignificant blip in his life's timeline.The thought was unbearable. How could he so easily dismiss everything we had been through? How could he erase me from his life as if I had never mattered? My thoughts spiraled the entire way home as my anger climbed with each step. I couldn't let him get away with this. I couldn't let him rewrite our story to suit his needs all the while I was left with nothing.By the time I reached my apartment, my mind was made up. I would get my revenge, no matter the cost. I wouldn't let Drake be the last one to have a say

Drake's POV.Charlotte has suggested we go out for a dinner night together at a fancy restaurant, I wasn't in the mood to, but I had to do it for her, I didn't want her to feel lonely or feel that I don't love her, I would rather not arouse any suspicious from her, so I decided to tag along with her. On second thought, I wanted to clear my mind. I have been thinking a lot lately and everything I'm having has to do with Valerie. How would I tell everyone that I had nothing to do with her when I did? I don't mean to hurt her feelings more than I already did, But there was no solution to my situation right now, Charlotte father is already on my neck, and I'm sure he already noticed my behavior towards Valerie, that is why he brought this idea of me telling the public and media that I have nothing to do with Valerie.I sat down opposite Charlotte, and she handed over the food menu which was already placed on the table, “What do you want to eat? I'll make the order immediately” She said. F

Valerie's POV.I moved forward to the man after Drake and Charlotte had left, Jasmine tried to hold me back, but I was a bit strong for her to do so. I waited and watched as the man wailed in embarrassment and pain. I could feel his pain, But I just couldn't understand the relationship going on between the both of them. He is Charlotte's secret lover. Shouldn't he maintain his position as a secret lover? Why did he come to this restaurant knowing fully well that Charlotte would be here with Drake? Unless there is something serious going on better for both of them.I punched his fist on the table so hard and walked out, I picked up my bag and followed him out. It is unclear to me why I am really curious, I want to know what happened between the both of them in the past and also present. I ran after him outside, and I noticed Jasmine was also behind me. The man was about to open the door to his car, when I held his hands from doing so.Panting heavily, I bowed my head to catch my breath

Drake’s POVI winced as Charlotte's sharp eyes zeroed in on the bruise that was starting to well just above my eyebrow. I had tried covering it up, brushing off any opportunity to stop and take a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but Charlotte was nothing if not observant. Her brow furrowed in concern, and before I could utter anything, she was upon him."Sit down," she ordered.I, for once too defeated to rebel, did as instructed. The pain from the altercation had begun to seep into my muscles, and I was not feeling okay. I dropped into the soft leather office chair, easing back with a sigh as Charlotte reached into the drawer for a first aid kit. Her fingers moved in swift efficiency, yet her gaze never wavered from mine.What's happened?" she asked, dragging a chair near and reaching into the kit for a disinfectant wipe. "Who did this to you?"I cocked my head, a wry smile twisting my mouth. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her eyes steady as she