All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Marriage of Convenience : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

DYLAN"Hey, my love. How are you? How was your day?" I asked her as we pulled away from each other. I took her black handbag from her and placed it on the bed."It was amazing. I'm so sorry I'm a little late and my phone wasn't charged," she apologized, taking off her coat."It's okay, Alena. You had other commitments?" I asked her, helping her with her coat. I hung it on the hook after she took it off."A friend of mine was hosting a mental health awareness campaign. She invited me to say a few words and to support her. She's a therapist, and she's amazing. It was fun and beneficial. We had lunch afterwards, and I came here. I hope I'm not that late." Alena walked over to the bed, and she sat down, beginning to take off her boots. "Were you sleeping?""No. I was just sitting there. I was feeling a little cold," I replied, walking to my side of the bed. Alena and I both slipped into the blankets, and she snuggled in. It felt good to finally be close to her."I missed you a lot," she mu

DYLANAfter a toe-curling session of making love non-stop and climaxing intensely, Alena and I decided to shower and prepare to go shopping. We could have stayed indoors, cozy in each other's arms, but I knew how important Lynette's birthday was to her.It had stopped raining, and it was around six in the evening. I sat on the bed, already dressed, going through my notifications on my phone. I made sure I minimized my phone usage whenever Alena was around. I preferred giving her all my attention and figuring out what was going on in her mind.She was my life partner. We had jumped the dating phase and gotten to know each other before marriage, but we were both trying to make up for it. We were almost there. It was better late than never.Alena exited the bathroom and joined me in the bedroom, all ready to go in a black Chanel jumpsuit and black high-heeled ankle boots. Her hair was pulled into a neat, high-pitched ponytail with perfectly done makeup on her face. I never got tired of lo

DYLANAfter about two hours of shopping and walking around while taking cute selfies, Alena and I walked down a street hand in hand to a restaurant where we had booked a private booth to have dinner.She was telling me about Lynette's birthday traditions. I could tell that even after five years of a rough relationship with her mother, she still loved her dearly and wanted to create a new, strong bond with her. I was more than willing to support her and help her throughout this journey because it wasn't easy. She still had moments of weakness where everything came back to her mind and tormented her.The way she talked so fondly of her mom reminded me of my own. I loved her even to this day. I remembered the day we found out she had months to live up to the day when she passed away. She was happy until her last breath. It felt like yesterday."Dyl, are you listening?" Alena's voice broke me from my thoughts. I had drifted from reality for a few seconds."I'm sorry, my love. Something was

DYLANBut to my utter relief, Alena was standing by the door with an older woman, holding gift bags. She was okay.My sudden arrival caught their attention and both ladies turned their attention to me. I had started panting due to all the drama going on in my head. Alena looked at me, confused at what was going on.The other lady looked at me with a smile on her face, and she nodded in greeting. I returned the polite gesture with a smile.I took three long strides toward Alena, and I hugged her from behind, crossing my arms on her chest. Inhaling her addictive scent, I felt her warmth invade all my senses and every cell of my anatomy, rejuvenating me to life and a harbor of safety where all my sorrows and worries disappeared.Alena seemed to relax in my embrace as she tilted her neck, giving me more access to her smooth neck, where my head was buried."Ms. Garnier, meet my husband, my Dylan." Alena introduced me proudly to the fair lady, whose heart-shaped face was still brightly lit

ALENA"The controversial ones that'd make the public question and judge his loyalty to you and ruin Gwen's career completely."I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Who would do that to them? Why? Did they ask for money?""It's not about money. They were actually willing to give money so that by tomorrow morning it'll be a famous story in every state in the US and beyond," Ezra explained, disbelief evident in his tone.Personally, I was shocked too. Nothing of that sort had ever happened since I got married to Dyl."So, how'd you find out?""Well, when grace favors you, your enemies will smell victory but never see it. Someone sold them off to us anonymously. It must have been one of the staff members working for the magazine or a well-wisher who knew what was going on."I took a deep sigh of relief, but the relief wasn't there. The fact still stood. Dylan had a big enemy, and he was insanely close to ruining his reputation."You should be rejoicing right now because I have no idea wh