All Chapters of The Betrayed Wife Is A Secret Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DanteI undress down to my boxer shorts and literally throw myself down on the bed. I can’t stop thinking about Kenna and how pale she looked, I’ve never seen her look like this before. Sure, she’s had moments where something has got to her but she always bounces back. But tonight when I met her at the hospital, her face was strained and her lips were so thin and pressed together. It seemed as if all the blood had been drawn out of her body and I know she didn’t donate, she told me as much.And it also concerns me this is the first time that Kenna hasn’t told me what is bothering her. I rake my hands through my hair and lean against the pillows. It’s not like her at all. She and I are close, we grew up together, her being my stepsister and everything, you know we gelled pretty quickly. There was none of this step-sibling rivalry or anything. When Kenna came to live with my father, and he married her mother, I instantly felt a warmth towards the young girl who looked frightened and tim

XanderI am drained as I drink yet another glass of strong, malt whiskey. It’s the finest you can buy, around five hundred dollars a bottle, but hell I need it right now. Violet was okay when I left her a couple of hours ago. The nurse said I should come home and get some rest, which reluctantly I did. I am still mad as hell at Kenna and walking out on Violet like that and nor will Violet tell me what went down. She got so distressed and turned on the tears that the nurses actually forbid me to talk to her after that.Whatever is going on, I will find out. There has to be a way and I am good at getting what I want after all. It’s dark and lonely, I ought to turn on some lights and put them on the dim setting but you know what, I can't be bothered. Part of me is missing Kenna being around, even though we’ve been divorced for a month or more now, I really do miss her. Why? I have no idea. And why I constantly think about her is beyond me too. It’s confusing the hell out of me.Is it be

KennaIt was such a long day in the end and I am so tired but I can’t let Elsie down. I have had my driver take me to her house where we will get ready like old times. “Hey you made it, I thought you would never get here,” Elsie throws her arms around me, I inhale her strawberry fragrance, it must be her shampoo or conditioner. “I know, right? The day just went on and on. Isaac called a board meeting I had to attend, then I had a team meeting which put me two hours behind. We’re also designing a new label and I have to get stuff organized for the meeting in Napa soon.”“Oo, Napa, I’d love to go there. I don’t suppose you could fit me in your suitcase could you?” She giggles as she leads me through her apartment which is on the ground floor with a small patio area out the back. “You could come if you wanted to and do some sightseeing, whilst I have my meetings and we could go out for dinner when I’m done for the day. Although, I will have to do at least one dinner with the client to

Kenna“Holy cow, was that Xander on the dance floor?” Elsie asks me, definitely tipsy. I check the bottle of Krug and yes she has had a fair amount to drink. “Yeah, he was being a dick because I was dancing with some guys. You know I liked that guy a lot.” I sigh and take a long drink of my champagne. A waiter hovers near us. “Can I get you ladies another drink?” “Yes please, just a glass each, we’re nearly done for the evening. You can charge everything to the Bodega account.” He nods politely and moves away towards the bar. Carl, my bodyguard, goes back to standing discreetly behind us, not within earshot. “Oo, sounds like Xander is jealous. The calm, cool and collected Xander has got himself in a rage. That’s almost hysterical.”“Nothing about the situation is hysterical, Elsie. Listen, I think you’ve had way too much to drink. Say we go home. You can have a sleepover at mine if you want.”“No, I’m not ready to go, Kenna. I want to let my hair down and kick up my heels and have

KennaAfter breakfast I excuse myself, I have to find out what Xander is up to and I hope to God that Isaac does not put me in charge of Xander's new label and wine. Besides, I already have enough on my plate. “Morning, Sis.” Harless passes me on the sweeping staircase, she looks all fresh as a daisy this morning with her blonde hair up in a high ponytail and well perhaps a bit too much makeup, but hell you know my mother and Isaac pretty much let her get away with anything. “Good morning, Harlee. What’s on your agenda today?” “College, it sucks. Honestly, why do I even have to go? I’ve got enough money from dad.” She frowns. I chuckle. I was desperate to get a job and have my own money. So dumbly desperate that when I saw the first opportunity from Xander, I took it and now look what happened. A divorcee and only in my early twenties with nothing to show for it but a relatively healthy bank balance. “You need to study, Harlee if you want to help run the business one day.”“You are