All Chapters of BILLION WORTH WIFE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The door creaked as I slipped into the workspace, and the weight of everyone's stares pressed on me as I settled in one of the chairs. Timmy’s eyes flicked back to the paper, Lucy toyed with her pen, and Mrs. Moore—Mrs. Moore's gaze bored into me, making me want to vanish.After throwing up for all eternity, I hastily prepared for work. My ankle hurts from spraining it while running down the stairs, and I had to change into flats. Thanks to all that had happened, I was thirty minutes late.My hair was tied into a low, loose bun, a few strands falling down my face. That was the best I could do with it. I haven’t even had breakfast. Mrs. Moore narrowed her eyes as she stared at me. “You’re quite early on your first day of work.”I averted my gaze as my hands played with each other. “I am sorry. I was—““I am not interested in any excuses.” Her voice deepened, her eyes darkened, and the air thickened. “I know you think you have Mr. Dawson behind you, but that doesn’t mean you can walk

Alex ..Sitting, resisting the urge to cover my nose from the fishy smell that assaulted the hotel room. The peelings of the wall and the mold that had grown on the leaking ceiling were an eyesore. My hands drummed against my thighs, and my eyes narrowed at the man that I’d been searching for. “I find it hard to believe you are the one buying the shares.” My eyes darted around the sore-looking room. “You could barely afford a comfortable hotel room.”The small room echoed with the sharp click of the lighter as Damien ignited the cigarette. The tip of the cigarette flared as he took a long drag. He exhaled a puff. A smirk stretched a corner of his lips. “This was the best hiding place, yet you found me. I’m sure you never expected to find me in such a place.” He plopped on the thin mattress supported by a chipped metal frame.I grimaced. He outsmarted me; never did I expect to find him on the outskirts of Manhattan. Damien was a man who loved luxury; if he was willing to put up with

Sophie . . The fluorescent light melded with a silent breeze, creating a serene environment. The office was empty; there was no Lucy to chew on her pen, no Timmy to aggressively punch his laptop keyboards, and, best of all, no Mrs. Moore's piercing gaze—just me and my laptop. This was probably the hundredth time I had yawned. Fatigue had made a home out of my bones, muscles—every cell I was made of. For the past few days, my symptoms had vanished. It was as though I had no baby in me; unknown to me, it was gathering its force to strike harder. After sipping my beverage, I placed it on the desk. Its soft thud gnawed at my ears. Although the environment was perfect, something still felt missing. A shuffled footstep swallowed the silence. I didn’t need to take my eyes off the laptop to know it was Timmy. “Good morning, Sophie.” He settled into the seat next to me, placing his bag and laptop on the desk. “Good morning,” I greeted without taking my eyes off my laptop. T

48 ALEX . . Sophie slammed the door so hard the windows trembled in their frames. An exasperated sigh escaped my throat as I craned my neck, casting my gaze on the ceiling. I dropped to the vinyl chair, one leg bent while the other stretched out beneath the desk. A throb shot through my head, but I didn’t massage it. There was no use; it only soothes it for some time, but as long as the cause was still there, it would never go away—so I felt the pain. As long as there was Mia in my life, this pain wasn’t going away. A knock came before the door opened. My P.A. walked in, holding the file requested. “Sir,” he handed it. It was the compilation of the company’s business transactions, management reports, and other business analysis documents during Damien’s father's tenure to my father’s. If I were to have the seat of the chairman of the board of directors, there were mistakes I had to avoid and strategies I needed to apply. Flipping through the pages, it felt thinner than

Sophie . . The archery range was tucked away in the serene corner of Manhattan. American elm trees encircled the area. Their leaves rustled in the cool breeze that eased off the warmth of the sun. The wooden targets stood on the ground carpeted with striking green grasses. “Is this tight enough?” Luca adjusted the straps of the black guard before tightening the fasteners. I nodded. My heart thudded in my chest as I rocked on my feet. The excitement slowly burning off the anger. I haven’t seen a bow or arrow, let alone shot one. Alex was always busy with work, so we barely did stuff like this. Luca chuckled at my excitement as he handed me a black metallic bow. My fingers ran across its smooth surface before I gripped it. “Let’s start with your stance.” His voice was airy and soothing as he moved behind me. “Stand with your feet shoulder-apart.” He used his legs to guide mine as they glided on the grass. “Your toes should be pointing outward.” “Mmhmm.” I did exactly as I