All Chapters of Catch Me Billionaire Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Valencia shook her head. "I don't want to bother brother Corbyn…" Aviva shook her head like a rattling drum. What bother? Even if big brother Corbyn wants to feel bothered, Aviva will never give him the chance to. She quickly waved her hands. "Oh no. I'm sure he'd be willing to be bothered by you." Aviva quickly replied with a mischievous smirk plastered on her face. She took out her phone and began to dial Corbyn's number happily. Valencia gasped in shock, not expecting Aviva to quickly act. Aviva is just too silly and enthusiastic. Alas, she can't be so whenever it comes to Warrick. "Big brother, sister-in-law Valencia wants to speak with you," Aviva spoke with a meaningful voice and handed the phone to Valencia, but not before putting the phone on speaker. Valencia gave Aviva a death glare, but it only made Aviva chortle louder. "Big brother, Corbyn," Valencia called softly. Throughout the five years Valencia left Lex, Corbyn Cirillo had been one of the huge forces

Upon hearing Mr. Hunt's tone, Valencia's brows furrowed slightly, but in the next second, a calm smile overlapped her face, and she regained her composure. "I'm honored that Mr. Hunt thinks of my hands like that. Thank you." Valencia responded in a calm voice and quickly snatched back her hand. Seeing Valencia's cautious actions, Mr. Hunt realized that he had allowed his eagerness to reflect in his eyes. He helped himself calm down by pouring himself a drink and taking a sip of it. "I'm sorry if I made Miss Valerie uncomfortable. It's just that it's my first time coming across such a beautiful pair of hands, and I can't help being excited." Mr. Hunt apologized, his hands running through his lap. The more Mr. Hunt talked and acted like that, the more uncomfortable Valencia was. At this moment, she wanted nothing but to end the meeting with Mr. Hunt. "It's okay, Mr. Hunt, can we go straight to the topic?" Valencia switched the topic in a calm yet firm voice, which left no room

Sunlight rays reflected in the monotone, low-key luxury bedroom and landed on her smooth and impeccably gorgeous face, causing Valencia's brows to wrinkle in displeasure. 'It hurts. Her whole body hurts.' That was Valencia's first thought as soon as she regained consciousness and felt an agonizing pain that coursed through her body, from her hair down to her toes. Her whole body ached as if she had done a strenuous activity and it felt as if she had been torn into two. Her whole body felt so sore that she could hardly lift a finger. Valencia bit her lower lip to suppress the painful cry that almost spilled past her swollen and throbbing lips. Understanding the meaning behind what had happened, Valencia's eyes flew wide open, and her heart skipped a beat in fear. Recalling the memory of last night's battle, her face went pale with fear. And upon seeing the glaring hickeys on her skin, her soul flew off in petrification. Valencia had told that stranger to take her to Corb

Maverick simply turned away from Valencia without saying a word or paying her a glance; by the time he'd returned, he was already dressed in a tailor-made black suit—his tall figure screaming overbearing and authoritative. From the beginning to the end, Maverick didn't pay Valencia any attention and turned to leave the room. Seeing Maverick's nonchalant action, Valencia's head rang in alarm. She began to struggle fiercely, but she had been firmly tied by Maverick and couldn't escape no matter how she tried to break free. Valencia glared at Maverick's retreating frame in indignation. Where was he going without letting her out? “You Vandenberg scum, what are you doing? Where are you going? When will you let me out?” Valencia was filled with horror. It can't be that Maverick simply plans to imprison her here like a mistress for the rest of her life, can he? He didn't even care about the mention of Corbyn as her husband. Slam! Before Valencia could complete her words, Maver

Low-key luxury items decorated the large living room. The beautiful designs were very matching and eye-catching, except that currently, the stiff ambiance in the living room will make one unable to enjoy the eye-catching sight. The furious typing on Corbyn’s keyboard continuously broke the stifling ambiance. Since last night, Valencia has disappeared after she went to meet Mr. Hunt at the Exquisite Club, and every clue that can be used to trace whoever kidnapped Valencia has been cleared, causing the members of the Cirillo family to be worried. Aviva bit her quivering lower lip and clenched her fist. Last night, Aviva planned to go with Valencia to the club, but Valencia vehemently refused. Because Aviva had just arrived home after the multiple hours spent on the plane, Valencia insisted Aviva should stay back and rest while promising to be back within one or two hours, but who knew it's been over 12 hours and they hadn’t found Valencia’s location? It’s as if Valencia had d