All Chapters of The Betrayed Heiress And The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damien's POVI adjusted the cufflinks of my suit as I walked downstairs to get to work. When I passed by the kitchen, I glanced inside, seeing Myra and two other maids cleaning up the mess from last night.My lips curled up slightly as I realized that Astrid indeed hadn’t cleaned the kitchen—not that I expected her to. For someone who was out to show she could make it on her own, she needed to learn to stand her ground and not let anyone command her. That was the only way she could succeed. I was impressed with her strength and hoped she remained the same.Myra saw me first, and her lips moved. I was sure she was informing the other two of my presence because they turned toward me, bowing respectfully with their hands placed in front of them. Myra, the head maid, walked toward me.“Mr. Starkov, sir, is there anything you would like to have for breakfast? I can make it right away.”“Myra,” my voice came out cold—never intentionally, but still, this is how I have always been since that

Astrid's POVI ground my teeth together, clenching my jaw muscles and fists as I stomped towards the car where the devil sat comfortably, trying to control my life. The driver stepped out and gave me a small bow while opening the door. My brows creased in confusion when I didn’t see Damien inside.“Uh, where’s Mr. Starkov?” I asked, my mind reeling. He had ordered me to join him, yet he wasn’t even here? What the hell?“He will join us soon, ma’am. My orders were to pick you up,” the driver, whom I now knew as Fred, responded before driving through the city.The sun was already going down, casting a soft glow over the hills in the distance. Pedestrians and drivers all hurried to get home before the evening rush hour began. The car swerved to a stop in front of a fancy restaurant.“Are we to meet here?” I asked, but the driver shook his head, his eyes glancing straight into the restaurant. I followed his gaze while asking, “Then why are we—”The words got stuck in my throat at the sigh

Astrid's POVOur visit to his parent's home was cut short by Damien's abrupt announcement that we had to leave and attend to a sh emergency in his office.But before then, I had enjoyed spending time with Aunt and Uncle, just like before. They had been my parental figures when I was living with Grandma on her farm, and I'd been so heartbroken when they left.Now reunited, we were, but under the strangest condition. Though they were indeed very happy to find out Damien and I were together. I'd really hate to see their reaction when this charade is over.On this bright sunny afternoon, I was in a car, set to arrive at the airport where we'll take a plane to the Bahamas for our honeymoon.I kept tapping my foot impatiently in the car, glancing out the window and biting my lips to stop myself from asking the driver if we had arrived. I had always heard of Fiona going to the Bahamas and different islands for vacation, at least once every three weeks, and I had always been envious.Now I wa

Astrid's POVI couldn't stop my mouth from gaping as the cars zoomed past the bustling city and islands in the Bahamas. I was seated in an Audi—I guess my husband is obsessed with them—while he was at the wheel.My eyes couldn't stop glancing at him often as he sat, leaning back in his seat as he controlled the car with one hand.His shirt clung to his chest and skin, accentuating his broad frame and bulging muscles. His eyes were focused on the road, giving me more opportunities to peer at him beneath my lashes.A strand of his hair kept falling on his face, causing him to keep pushing it off. I gulped, trying to control myself from leaning over and tucking it back into its place.We drove past a sign marked 'Private Property,' and the car rolled to a stop in front of a two-story glass mansion overlooking the blue sea, with its waves lapping at the shore."I need to park the car. Get out." Damien's bored tone pulled me out of my daze. Only then did I notice that everyone else had got

Astrid's POVI had been avoiding Damien since morning. My head still throbbed, even though I had slept until one p.m., maybe because I couldn't bring myself to sleep after everything that had happened.I can't believe I just had sex. With my husband. For goodness' sake, we don't like each other. I thought it was a dream, but when I noticed the marks on his back left by my fingers, as well as the hickeys along my skin, plus the undeniable soreness between my legs, I was horrified.Shit. How did I manage to lose control and give myself to Damien? I left his room before he woke up, and since then, I haven't stepped out of my room, which is actually a guest room in the villa.Thankfully, the rest of the family, including Eliza and Luke, left for another house. Something about "leaving the newlyweds to have fun."I remember snippets of the night during the party, but I can't remember how we both ended up in his room and even made love. No. Not love.My stomach rumbled, reminding me to feed