All Chapters of The Billionaire Crazy Wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

BELLADavid’s warm breath brushed against my forehead as he pressed a tender kiss there. I leaned into his broad chest, letting the rhythmic hum of the car engine soothe me. The world outside the tinted windows blurred into streaks of green and gray, but my mind was stuck on a question I had never gotten a proper answer to.Jasper’s biological mother.I’d asked David countless times, but he always deflected, sidestepping the truth with a practiced ease. Early in our relationship, my curiosity had earned me a sharp glare and a clipped response, a warning not to pry. His reaction then only fueled my suspicions. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Lizzy. That much I knew.Jasper hated Lizzy with a passion that went far beyond childish rebellion.Lost in thought, I glanced up at David’s face, his sharp jawline and piercing eyes commanding attention even when he wasn’t trying. Before I could look away, he caught me.“Am I that handsome you can’t tear your eyes away?” he teased, a playful grin tugg

BELLAThe sunlight streamed through my curtains, warming my face. I blinked against the brightness, groaning softly. My body felt heavy, the memory of last night a blur. Did I really fall asleep in the car?I sat up, the silky sheets pooling around my waist. My room looked untouched, pristine as always, but the faint scent of David’s cologne lingered in the air. Of course. He must have carried me in just like he carries Jasper when the little boy falls asleep during movie nights. The thought made me smile.A quick glance at the clock wiped the smile off my face. “Crap!” I shot out of bed, grabbing my towel as I rushed into the bathroom.The shower sprayed cold water at first, making me shiver, but I welcomed the jolt. Today was big. A visitor was coming to the office, though my boss hadn’t shared who it was. Not that it mattered. I needed to bring my A-game. Just because David owned the company didn’t mean I could slack off. Nobody except Elowen knew we were together, and I intended t

DAVIDThe early morning air feels crisp against my skin as I sit on the patio, laptop balanced on my knees. The garden stretches before me, lush and serene, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my mind. I’ve been up since dawn, going over my plans. Today, everything has to fall into place.A faint rumble breaks the silence, growing louder until a sleek black Lamborghini pulls into the driveway. Janet steps out, her stilettos clicking against the pavement, exuding confidence as she walks toward me."Nice car," I say, leaning back in my chair, a smirk tugging at my lips. "But it’s Grandpa’s, isn’t it?"She rolls her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "You don’t have to embarrass me first thing in the morning. And for your information, what’s Grandpa’s is technically mine too.""Really?" I arch a brow, feigning skepticism. "So you’re his favorite now?""Obviously," she says, settling into the chair beside me. Her smug grin tells me she’s enjoying this little victory."Alright

DAVID The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the winding road as I drove us back to the mansion. The air inside the car was heavy, weighed down by the unspoken truths that seemed to hang between us. Janet sat beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. She stared out the window, but I knew her mind was far from the passing scenery.“I know what you’re thinking,” I said quietly, glancing at her from the corner of my eye.Her gaze didn’t waver. “Do you?”“You want to tell the world that your father didn’t die by accident,” I replied. “That he was murdered. Just like mine.”Janet turned to me, her eyes wide, her lips trembling with words she couldn’t bring herself to say. I reached over, briefly covering her hand with mine. “We’ll figure it out,” I assured her. “With your drawing of the truck driver and the old newspaper clippings, we’re getting closer to the truth.”Her fingers relaxed under mine, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. “We’

DAVIDThe air was thick with unspoken questions as we drove to Austin Village. Bella sat beside me, her hands resting on her swollen belly, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. Janet sat in the back, quiet for once, her arms crossed as if holding in the weight of her own thoughts.The tension was palpable. None of us spoke, but I knew we were all thinking the same thing: finding the truth.When we pulled up in front of Mr. Adams' house, it looked as charming as Bella had described it a modest home with a colorful garden that seemed to pulse with life even in the fading light of day. Bella smiled faintly as she stepped out of the car, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings."I’ll go get my dad. He’s probably in the garden," she said, her tone light but her steps hesitant.I stood beside her, teasing, “We’ll go together. He’s not just your dad anymore—he’s ours now.”She rolled her eyes, pushing me playfully. “Come on, David. Don’t be clingy. It’s just a short walk, and I’ll be b