All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S PROSTITUTE WIFE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The gleaming glass doors of Dmitriev Biopharma Institute swung open and revealed the towering figure of Mikhail Dmitriev. His entrance was nothing short of grand. It was an event in itself that sent ripples of awe through the bustling lobby.Mikhail strode in with the confidence of a king, his dark hair perfectly styled and his hazel eyes sharp, assessing everything in his path.Dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame, Mikhail exuded an aura of power and authority. His presence commanded immediate attention, and the staff responded in kind, bowing their heads in respect as he passed. His assistant, Ms. Jones, and his secretary, Mr. Bennett, followed closely behind, matching his brisk pace without missing a step."Good morning, Mr. Dmitriev," came the synchronized chorus from the employees, their voices a respectful murmur that echoed through the expansive lobby.Mikhail acknowledged them with a curt nod with an inscrutable expression. There was a

The tension in the conference room had finally dissipated as the meeting concluded. Mikhail's expression was grave but thoughtful throughout the proceedings. He rose from his seat at the head of the table. His hazel eyes surveyed the room of board members and executives with a discerning gaze, each one silently acknowledging the man before them.As Mikhail walked out of the conference room, his steps were deliberate and measured, and the atmosphere around him seemed to shift. Those who caught sight of him in the hallway instinctively straightened.Upon returning to his office, Mikhail was greeted by Ms. Jones and Mr. Bennett, both of whom had been waiting patiently. "Mr. Dmitriev, we've compiled the preliminary audit report," Ms. Jones began, handing him a folder. "There are still some areas that need further investigation, but we have a clearer picture of the discrepancies now."Mikhail nodded, accepting the folder and flipping it open. "Good work, Ms. Jones. Mr. Bennett, any update

Chapter 6The two had been enjoying a good conversation when suddenly, the door to their private room burst open. A drunk, disheveled man, whose appearance screamed wealth and arrogance, stumbled in. His eyes were bloodshot and wild as they scanned the room, quickly zeroing in on Calliope.The man staggered toward her, ignoring Mikhail entirely. “There you are,” he slurred, grabbing her by the waist with a roughness that made Mikhail’s stomach churn. He pulled Calliope away from Mikhail, who sat frozen, his initial shock quickly turning into a simmering anger.“Excuse me,” Mikhail began, but Calliope’s eyes met his with a silent plea.“I’m so sorry, Mikhail,” she said softly, her voice laced with apology. “I need to go.” She turned to the man, who was now tugging her toward the door. “Let’s go, Victor.”Mikhail's brows furrowed as unease and disappointment settling over him. The easiness and comfort he had felt moments ago were now overshadowed by a storm of conflicting emotions. He f

Chapter 8“What?! You seriously told her that?” Clarke exclaimed, his eyes wide in shock as he leaned back in his chair.Mikhail who was sitting across from him in the bar, nodded, swirling his drink absentmindedly. “Yeah, I did.”His friend shook his head in disbelief. “Man, that’s bold even for you. What were you thinking?”Mikhail sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Clarke. Seeing her again after all these years… I just wanted to show her that I’ve moved on. That I’m not the same man she left behind.”His response made Clarke lean forward as his expression softened slightly. “But lying about having a wife? That’s a whole different level, Mikhail. You really think that’s going to make her jealous or something?”Mikhail’s jaw tightened. “I did not do it only to make her jealous. I wanted her to see that I have built a better life, on my own. That I’m happy and successful, even without her in the picture.”“And did it work? Did she seem affected by it?” Clarke aske

Chapter 10The next day, Calliope decided to take a walk in the city, something she rarely did. Instead of her usual glamorous attire at the club, she dressed down in pants and a hoodie. She tucked her blonde hair under a cap and wore large sunglasses to hide her striking blue eyes. She didn't want to be recognized. Her job at the club might have helped her survive, but it wasn't something she was proud of.Finally satisfied with her disguise, Calliope stepped out of her small rented room. The space was modest but it was her sanctuary away from the chaos. She made her way through the narrow hallways and out into the bustling streets.The fresh air felt liberating as she stepped outside. The city was alive with activity, people rushing around, lost in their own worlds. She then blended into the crowd as just another face among many. She relished the anonymity.Her destination was a nearby grocery store, one of the few places where she felt some semblance of normalcy. As she pushed a ca