All Chapters of Mistaken For The Billionaire Lost Lover : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I had to return to my office to sign some papers, I have been expecting this contract for a very long time now and it was finally here. Mr John Bones once partnered with my father before his wife got diagnosed with cancer. I can’t believe that a man can be so vulnerable to shut down his business just to honor his late wife. Working with Bonny industry is actually a big double win for me ,the day was finally here. After a successful meeting with Bonny Media, I sat in my office thinking how much my life has changed in short period of time. I am now a married man with a son, expecting another child with the most wonderful woman. Lena has changed a lot about me, she didn't just tell me what family is about me but she also showed me the trule definition of family. My receptionist stepped into my office with a coffee as I was musing about how fortunate I was. She placed the cup on t the desk,exposing her cleavage. She stepped back and pressed her breast,then hit the bottom of

Leo pov For how long will she be sleeping for? She has been in a coma for too long now and I am getting tired of it. You have to make her wake up as soon as possible, we need to start acting before that pathetic man strikes before us. “Give her some time, the drugs are too strong for her body.” the doctor said checking Lena's temperature “What about her memories? What are the things she will be able to remember?”Leo asked “Chances of her remembering her past life is slim, but it all depends on the kind of relationship she shared with her husband” “What about her remembering she was pregnant before the accident? Will she even remember Garry?” “We have to keep giving her the drugs and nothing yet to worry about.” “Alright then, I will leave you to it.” “I will check back on Friday, if there is any changes or challenges, do well to call me.” Peter remains one of my most trusted men, all these wouldn't have been possible without him. He keeps earning my trust each da

Oliv woke up to an unfamiliar room.The first thing she noticed was the weight. A heavy, suffocating weight that pressed down on her limbs, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, met by the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Panic began to rise as she tried to move, but nothing happened. Her arms and legs felt like lead, unresponsive to her frantic mental commands. Fear, cold and sharp, clawed its way into her chest. She tried to scream, to call out for help, but her voice was trapped, a silent scream echoing in her mind. Her heart pounded in her ears, a deafening rhythm that matched the terror she felt. She tried to remember what had happened, the events leading up to this horrifying moment. A blurred memory surfaced: opening of the wine and pouring some for Leo and then...nothing. A wave of nausea washed over her as the realization dawned: she was paralyzed. Trapped in her own body, a helpless prisoner of her own flesh. Despair threatened to consume her as she stared at

The air crackled with tension as Oliv and Leo sat across from each other, the remnants of a lavish feast spread out between them . The once-empty mansion now echoed with the sounds of celebration, a stark contrast to the silence that had once permeated its halls. Oliv, her eyes a mix of wariness and curiosity, studied Leo. He was different now, his demeanor more confident, his eyes devoid of any remorse. The man who had once held her fate in his hands seemed to have shed all his vulnerabilities, replaced by a cold, calculating exterior. "You look...different," Oliv ventured, her voice barely a whisper. Leo smirked, a self-satisfied expression playing on his lips. "Different, huh? I'd say I've evolved." Oliv heart pounded in her chest. This wasn't the man she remembered. This was a stranger, a dangerous on.Or, was she forgetting that this man had always been dangerous but he is getting worse by the day “Don’t you think it’s time to stop,you don’t know the feelings of genuine

Leo pov Meeting with Lena was all planned out, I got it all figured out. Why did I fail, that bitch fucking make me look stupid, she made a fool of me. The room was thick with tension, the air crackling with the heat of his simmering rage. John paced back and forth, his jaw clenched, his fists balled at his sides. His usually clear blue eyes were now clouded with anger, reflecting the storm raging within him. A single tear escaped his eye, rolling down his cheek before he could brush it away. This wasn't anger at someone else, but at himself. He'd failed again, a failure that echoed through the corridors of his past. The weight of his mistakes pressed down on him, a suffocating burden. He'd tried so hard, given his all, only to be met with disappointment. The world seemed to conspire against him, a relentless adversary that refused to yield. He slammed his fist against the wall, the sound echoing through the silent room. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the ache