All Chapters of BILLION WORTH WIFE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alex . . I stood in front of the mirror in the middle of my closet, buttoning up my white dress shirt. Memories of last night flooded my mind—Sophie had been in my arms. A smile crept onto my lips, a fluttering feeling crawling beneath my skin as I remembered her touch, her warmth, and her scent. But the smile morphed into a grimace as I also recalled Mia attacking her this morning. My stomach knotted as I remembered the chaos I was still in. "Sir Alex, Mr. Benjamin just arrived," Alma's voice interrupted. "Thank you, Alma," I replied, finishing the last button on my shirt. Moments later, Benjamin's voice echoed through the room. "Alex." Emerging from the closet, I tossed my black suit and waistcoat onto the bed. "I thought we were meeting at my office," I remarked. "You know I have a company to run," Benjamin retorted, about to prop his leg on the wooden frame before changing his mind. I smiled, picking up the waistcoat from the bed. Benjamin ran one of the largest cybersec

Sophie . . My phone ringtone played an alarm, waking me up from the sweet arms of sleep. My hand blindly fumbled the bed for my phone, and when it found it, it brought it to my face. “Hey, Romi.” I yawned soon after picking up the call. “Mia has started again. She just set a meeting by 7:30,” she uttered, frustration pinching her voice. “What?” I jolted up. I glanced at my phone—7 a.m. “Why would she do that? And Mr.Beckham?” A little grunt escaped Romi. "Mr. Beckham doesn’t give a fuck what she does as long as she brings the fashion show to his hotel.” She added. “I’ll be on my way.” I ended the call and sprang up. A sudden wave of dizziness forced me back onto the bed. I shut my eyes and massaged my head for a few seconds before springing up and heading to the bathroom. Sitting here and dealing with morning sickness wouldn't help. I had fallen asleep in my clothes last night after getting home very late—probably around 11. I was so tired, I hadn't even bothered to change.

Sophie . . The sun had begun its descent, its orange hue casting shades on the art pieces in the studio through the big windows. After work, I decided to focus on a personal project.but took a break because I was tired. I brought out a medium-sized pack of chips and began to munch on it. I was advised to stay away from junk food, but with my strong cravings, I just couldn’t resist it. The door opened, and as I turned, my eyes fell on Alex. His tall frame walked in, clad in army green short-sleeve knitwear and black trousers. His presence filled the room with a warmth that always made my heart flutter. Hiding my admiration beneath a frown, I dropped the pack of chips and rose to my feet. “What are you doing here?” He dipped his hands in his pockets and began to pace around the studio. He picked up a small white ceramic vase from the top of the cabinet, close to the windows. “Do you remember this vase?” I rolled my eyes at his question. He obviously knew that I remembered the v

Alex . . In my office, I sat with my eyes fixed on my phone screen. Two days had passed, and the tick hadn’t doubled—let alone turned blue. I had attempted to call, but the call wasn’t going through. “Do you think she has a new number?” I questioned, my gaze shifting back to Benjamin. “If she did, I can get it,” Benjamin reassured, casually toying with the strands of his beard. "Now, can we concentrate?” He quickly added. I dropped my phone on the table between me and Benjamin. Benjamin had been occupied with work, so we hadn’t had a chance to meet, and some conversations are just better had in person. I recounted my confrontation with Mia to him. Benjamin nodded his head attentively. “So she reacted but denied it,” he reiterated. “Now the question is, why?” I spread on the sofa. “I can’t just seem to wrap my head around it.” With a quick motion, I swirled my fingers in the air. Confronting her would do no good; she would also deny it. I pinched my nasal bridge as

ALEX . . As I settled in next to her, a frown walked up onto her face. “What are you doing here?” Romi shot me a nasty stare, but that didn’t bother me. I was more focused on why I hadn't been able to reach Sophie. “I think I’ll give you guys some space,” Romi stated, rising to her feet and moving to another table. “I thought I told you to leave me alone.” Sophie narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. “And I never agreed to that,” I shot back, raising my brows. “And I’m only here because you changed your line,” I added, my gaze locked onto hers. “How many lines are you going to change because of me?” “I didn’t change it. I just blocked you,” Sophie remarked. She picked up her buffalo wing and took a bite out of it. I froze at her words. But I became distracted; my gaze lingered on her as she ate. I loved the way her eyes lightened up when she savored anything delicious. It was one of her favorite dishes. There was a nice spot in Brooklyn that made the best one, and I always