All Chapters of BILLION WORTH WIFE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I jogged down the stairs, skipping steps as I went. The cool, smooth surface of the railing slid beneath my hand. I had a important business meeting with a Japanese businessman, and everyone knows they value punctuality. On top of that, I needed to meet Mr. Watson and Uncle Niall to discuss getting my hands on their shares. So many important things lined up for this day. How could I have overslept?I rushed down straight to the sitting room; my eyes fell on Mother casually flipping through a glossy fashion magazine.“Alex, we need to talk,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence, her gaze fixed on me. Creases formed themselves across my forehead as it furrowed. “Can’t we do that when I get back? I'm running late, please." I said, punctuated by my breaths, fixing my tie with one hand, already halfway to the door.“It would barely take a few minutes," dropping the magazine and closing it with a faint thud that echoed through the room, a firm gaze painted in her eyes.“Let's g

Sophie...Luca pulled me carefully towards the bed and helped me to sit. The plushness of the mattress instantly seared into my skin, comfort seeping through my veins. He lowered, his knees touching the floor. Luca placed his hands on my thighs, his warmth seeping through me, sending warm sparks through me.I cocked my head, curiosity gnawing at me.“But why are you moving? Is it because of work?” Since I didn't remember much, I could only assume. He bit his lower lip and glanced away, fixing his gaze on the polished floor. “Uhm…” He exhaled and took a deep breath, shutting his eyes. When they reopened, my breath caught with the amount of concern laced in his orbs. “Look, we need to go somewhere safe for you. Whoever attacked you is still out there, and I am not okay knowing that you might get attacked again.”He paused, lingering his gaze on my stomach before gently placing his palm on it. “I think it's best for you and your... our baby.” I squinted my eyes slightly at him, but shr

Sophie . . Finally, we moved into our new home. For over a week, Luca and I had been looking for a nice house in San Francisco. We had seen many, but Luca was quite picky. He wanted one that had the same pattern as the house in New York. According to him, it might help with my memories; he even got similar furniture. “Do you need help with anything?” Luca’s voice filtered into my ears. I turned, and my eyes fell on him, leaning on the doorframe. His biceps bulged out of his black long sleeve like they were trying to abscond from his arm. My eyes traced his body frame, the way the shirt hugged him desperately, and the trousers that hung on his waist, underscoring its narrowness. A warmth—without warning—snatched me, and my face responded—a pink flush creeping up my cheeks. I snapped my head away; my eyes fell on my two luggages on the floor close to the bed and the two large paintings that lay on my bed. “No, I think I can handle it.” I smiled and faced him, hoping the emb

Alex . . I stepped into my company, escaping from the harsh morning sun that was as intense as the afternoon. The air was filled with thuds and clinks of shoes. Intertwining with the mutters of workers. Striding to my office, I nodded my head as I acknowledged the greetings coming from all directions. With a swoosh, I opened my office door and stepped into the office. I shrugged off my suit and hung behind my swivel chair. I took out the bug Mr. Watson had hidden. I tossed it to the floor and smashed it with my feet. Finally, I could have freedom in my office. I reached out for my new phone from the back pocket and called Benjamin. “Did you find anything?” I knew the time between last night and now was too short to find any useful information, but I couldn’t resist asking. “I’m behind you,” Benjamin responded. I turned back, fixing my eyes on the door. My brows knitted together, and a crease formed where they met. “Stop joking with me. I can’t see you.” “I a

Sophie .. The restaurant was almost empty. Aside from the sales rep who stood behind the brown wooden counter and the group—two boys and four girls that sat in the far left corner, there was no one else. A frown formed on the small face of Liam as his ice cream fell from his spoon onto the table for the fourth time. Taking the small white plastic spoon from him, a warm grin stretched my lips. “Hold your spoon like that, and your ice cream will keep falling out,” I teased as I dug the spoon into the vanilla mound, its smooth surface allowing the chocolate syrup to trickle down. It was his favorite, he’d always make me stop here after picking him up from his school. “Ahh.” I urged him to open his mouth. And when he did, I slipped the spoonful into his mouth, the ice cream disappearing as I pulled out the spoon. Liam’s hazel eyes sparkled, and his legs which were in no way close to reaching the ground swung with excitement. “Give me,” he reached out for the spoon. “W