All Chapters of Billionaire's Pampered Wife: Chapter 911 - Chapter 920

It was him, the person that she loved. However, it was pointless to say that right now. It would be nothing but a burden and extra pressure to him. "I don't want to say it right now. Maybe you'll know in the near future. Or maybe you'll never know, and you don't have to," Waverly choked out. "For him, you're willing to sacrifice your reputation and fall from grace?" Bellamy was furious. "Yes, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. I want to go back. I must." Waverly's eyes were bloodshot and she didn't want to speak anymore. She was about to have a mental breakdown. She walked out of the broadcast room and went back to hers, closing the door. Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows, bespeaking unmitigated annoyance. "Mr. President, what should we do now?" Bellamy's subordinate, Quill, asked. Bellamy stared at the computer. Waverly had publicly stated her intention to divorce during the live broadcast. Whatever he did wouldn't have any power to chan

Bellamy reminded Waverly, "Drop me a message when you land in M Country. Also, your aunt will definitely not let you go. Remember to record your exchange. She'll soon marry Beckham, but if you have the video in possession, she will think twice before messing with you. That way, you'll be able to protect yourself." Sensing his concerns, Waverly's eyes turned slightly red. "Bell, if, say..." Her mind was spinning. She wanted to know if she had shown up first before Stella came into the picture, would he like her instead? On second thought, if she had appeared before Stella, she would still be at a tender age of 14 to 15, give or take. There would be no reason for Bellamy to like her. He would most likely only regard her as a little girl.  Just like right now, all of his attention was poured on Stella. Even though he treated Waverly as well as he would a younger sister, but that was just it, a younger sister.  There was no point in asking any hypothetical que

Waverly dodged. She freed herself from Joseph's arms, took a step forward, and squinted at him. "I'll take up the offer if you choose to marry me now. But as for becoming your mistress, I'll have to think for three months. So, I'm not your woman as of yet." Joseph looked at her oddly. He took a deep breath and said, "Three months is too long." "How about half a year then? I'll get back to you in half a year," Waverly said mischievously and walked towards the door. Joseph's men in black stood in her way, refusing to let her go. Waverly whirled around to look at Joseph. "No one can force me to do things I don't want to do. You know me very well, don't you?" "Three months it is, I'll wait for your reply," Joseph said. Waverly nodded. "Please get your men out of my way." "I'll take you back to the Mccarthys myself," Joseph said. "Finish your dinner first." Waverly smiled, laced her hands behind her back, and ambled towards the dining table. "

"Waverly, what are you talking about? Apologize to your Aunt Qianna at once," Waverly's mother, Melinda Mccarthy, said sternly. A thorn pricked Waverly's heart. She looked at her mother. "As soon as I entered the door, Aunt Qianna couldn't be bothered to show a shred of politeness towards me. Mum, why don't you get her to apologize to me then? If I may ask, what I did wrong that an apology is warranted?" "I thought that you could put aside your feisty temper after becoming the President's wife for a few years. I didn't expect you to still be so stubborn. Since she's your aunt, she's your elder too. It's only right for her to put you in your place," Melinda said seriously. Waverly raised the corners of her mouth, despondence clouding in her eyes. She said, "In my defense, I've been Mrs. President for a few years, only to find out my mum isn't like other mothers. You're barely like a mum to me. Do mums ever hurt their own children? Even mammals care about their babies.

"You don't have to." Waverly swiveled around and settled herself on the sofa. She fetched a glass of cocktail from the table, sipping it slowly, her nonchalant gaze sweeping over the people present. As the saying went, birds of a feather flock together, and these people were living proof. What kind of person was Qianna, and what kind of people did she befriend? Only pretentious divas, if not hooligans, disguised as gentlemen, would be revolving around her. "Aunt Sophia, come up with a way to give her a piece of my mind. She's getting on my nerves," Qianna spat out, locking eyes with Waverly. "Don't worry, Miss Qianna. I've already arranged something. You can wait for a good show later," Sophia said confidently, glancing at the corner of the room and winking at it. Two girls came out of the corner, dressed to the nines. One of them was Candy, with a pair of long tassel earrings dangling from her ears, while the other, June, wore large round earrings, a rose