All Chapters of Billionaire's Unlikely Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Julie paced around the Barrett mansion's expansive living room, every step echoing off the polished marble floors. Emily watched her, a look of concern etched on her face as she remained seated, her eyes following Julie’s every move. Julie had been restless ever since she learned that her brother was discharged from the hospital and was living with Candice in his penthouse. They had all moved back into the mansion after Charles’s death – even Justin and Damon were staying there now, to help support Julie and Raven. Emily spent most nights and having everyone nearby when things were so terrible, when her brother was so distant, helped give Julie comfort. But, knowing that Mason hadn’t even told any of them before he was discharged, meant comfort was not something she felt often. "Jules," Emily finally spoke, her voice gentle. "This stress isn’t helping you. I know you’re worried about Mason but you have to try and trust that he’ll recover himself – and his memory – soon. In the meant

Candice lay on the bed, watching Mason work on his laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration. The conversation she had with Julie was still fresh in her mind. She had lied about fixing a wedding date with Mason but knew that she needed to make that a reality soon if she wanted to keep her position in his life. She couldn't risk waiting; it had to happen as soon as possible before he remembered what she had done, the pictures he had seen of her and Justin. Before, he could remember annoyingly persistent Raven, who kept professing her love for Mason in any way she could. Mason scrolled through document after document, his fingers tapping at the keys. Every so often, he would stop and frown, staring at the screen as if searching for something that wasn't there. His personality had changed, too. He wasn’t quite as kind or sure of himself. He had always carried himself with such confidence that she had always felt safe when he was there because she knew he could handle anything that came

Candice turned to him furiously. "Are you seriously taking her side over mine, Mason?" Mason set his fork down, his eyes meeting hers, the more they spoke, the more insistent the memory felt even as it drifted away again. "I'm not taking sides, Candice. I just think you're overreacting. She didn’t mean to spill it. Everyone makes mistakes." Candice’s face fell, and her eyes filled with tears. "How can you scold me in front of the maid? You don't care about me." She whispered, her voice cracking. "You'd rather stand up for a maid than for me." She turned on her heel abruptly, and stormed upstairs, leaving Mason sitting alone at the table. Mason sighed, rubbing his temples before glancing at the maid trembling in front of him. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t… I am so sorry, please don’t fire me, I need the money. My mother is unwell and I have to pay for her medical expenses and my little brother-” “Don’t worry, you’re not fired.” “But, Miss Candice?” “I’ll take c

Back at the mansion, Raven and Julie sat in the living room with Blair who had just arrived. They were giggling as they scrolled through baby pictures on a tablet. The light-hearted moment was broken when Damon walked in with Margaret. Julie’s smile faded instantly, replaced by shock. "Mom?" Margaret’s eyes filled with tears as she took a step toward her daughter. "Julie..." She pulled her into an embrace. “I am so sorry, Julie, for everything. The things I said...” Julie pulled back, her face pale. "We thought you were dead. We had a funeral!" Raven turned to Damon, her shock evident. "Damon... what's going on?" He raised his hands, looking lost. "I'm as confused as you are. She’s been hiding in the guest house." "Why?" Raven asked. Margaret’s gaze shifted to Blair, her expression hardening. "What are you doing here?" she asked coldly. “You’re asking me that? You’re meant to be dead!” Blair snapped back. Julie took a step forward. "That's not important right now. What we sh

Margaret and Julie sat in silence across from each other at a quiet restaurant, the only sounds were from the clinking of silverware. Around them appeared to be businessmen sitting across from awkward-looking people that Margaret could only assume was someone beneath their station, and most of them weren’t even eating. They didn’t have any food in front of them. The restaurant was an expensive place that people took someone to when they were trying to impress upon them that they were more than they were.Margaret dabbed her napkin to her lips as she realized she was no better than the awkward underlings she hoped to make it up to Julie for stealing her from her life, from the future she could have had, and then not giving her the love and attention she should have had. She was searching for the right words when she noticed that Julie was staring at her plate without seeming to see the food on it.Finally, Margaret took a deep breath and broke the silence."I know I haven't been a good