All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Drake’s POVI sat in my office, staring out of the window, but didn't see much of the city skyline beyond the glass. The office, my haven, felt suffocating today. My desk was a mess of papers I should be studying, I should go over reports, but all I could think about was Valerie and her pregnancy.I had tried investigating, asking around people who may have known something, but every lead came up empty. Valerie was a master at keeping things under wraps when she wanted to. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't figure out whether the pregnancy was real or, more importantly, whether it had anything to do with me.My mind spun again to the fight with Charlotte, who accused me of still being obsessed with Valerie, and there might be that he was loathed to admit a grain of truth in the words. I did not want Valerie back, no, that ship had sailed long, long ago. But that uncertainty and chaos she brought into my life had ways of dragging me down into a whirlpool of doubt.A knock on th

Valerie’s POVThe air in the room was electric as I took a steady breath, my eyes surging through reporters. For a moment, the only sound was that soft hum of cameras capturing every second of the confrontation. My eyes settled on Charlotte, who sat composed beside Drake, something darker flickering in her eyes, maybe fear. It was faint, but it was there, hidden just under the veneer of her polished facade.My lips arced into a bitter smile, and I spoke with the precision of one who had rehearsed every word. "Since we're all here talking about truths, let's not ignore the one that's been hidden for far too long. Charlotte, why don't you tell everyone about your little secret?"There was a collective intake of breath in the room. Even reporters, who were more supposed to get used to scandals, couldn't hide their surprise. The murmurs in the room grew much more audible, and tension mounted. Every camera now framed Charlotte's reaction,But Charlotte's eyes widened only for a moment,

Drake's POV.Why would Valerie stoop so low to do this to both Charlotte and I? I definitely know that her aim is to pull us down, and I understand her plight. I have done so many wrongs to her and all she wants is revenge for all she has been through, But going to this extent is really what I never expected from her. Her expression was clean, it looked like she was telling the truth, she really had something against Charlotte, but the man said Valerie blackmailed him, I really don't know whom to believe anymore.I was really stunned when Charlotte slapped Valerie. I wanted to go there and defend Valerie. Charlotte went to an extent by slapping her. They are girls, it would have been better if they talked it out, But I don't remember them being friends. What can I do? Charlotte's father had his eyes on me the whole time all this was happening. I already told everyone that Valerie was nothing to me, my actions would say otherwise if I stand up for her, It's better I stand still and jus

Valerie's POV.Jasmine and I rode home silently, She had suggested she drive me back home and without hesitation, I accepted. I had so many questions in mind for her, I wanted to ask her what she was doing in the company? At that particular time and how she was wrongly humiliated, But I kept my mouth shut, Why? Because I didn't want her to think that I don't trust her. We have been friends for years now, even before I met Drake. She has been the one helping me and cleaning some of my mess. Why do I think she would betray me? I had no other choice, I wanted to know how Charlotte came to know about the meeting her ex and I had, I wasn't the one who told her, Why would I try to get the culprit? If I wasn't the one, then Jasmine… I sighed. We got home and we both got down from the car, I walked ahead of her, I was about walking fully into the sitting room when Jasmine called my name,“Valerie! This is unlike you. You didn't bother talking to me while we were driving home, and now you are

Drake’s POVI stared out the window of my office, in turmoil over the confusion and anger in my mind. One thing that continued to gnaw at me was Valerie. As much as I hated to admit it, there was one thing that did stand out, she wasn't a liar.I leaned against the window frame and massaged my temples, trying to rub the tension away. Valerie was unpredictable, I knew, a little fiery, vengeful at worst. But a liar? No. That just wasn't Valerie. And now there was this possibility that she might be right about Charlotte's pregnancy, a seed of doubt embedded so deep inside that I couldn't shake it.My friend sat across from me, sipping coffee and observing me. Since college, we had been a part of each other's lives, and he knew more than most how much this situation was eating at me. "You seem conflicted, man," he said after some moments of silence. "What's going on?"I exhaled slowly, turning to face him. "It's about Valerie," I muttered, frustration lacing my voice.My friend raised