All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Heather's POV I wiped down the marble counter of the kitchen for the umpteenth time, until I was finally able to see the reflection of the ceiling on its glistening surface. Looking around the rest of the kitchen which I had spent a majority of the past hour and a half cleaning, I smiled a little at the minor sense of accomplishment that rose within me at that. That did not last long though, once I remembered that I should not really be doing this after all. I was supposed to be the wife of this house, not one of the help. But circumstances had seemed to decide otherwise and my husband himself had agreed with it. I was not always upset with the situation, but every once in a while, I wondered what it would be like if I never had to deal with any of this. From the betrayal at the hands of those shallow, greedy thieves I used to call my parents, to my essential sale to the Forger family, and now to my role as a house maid in the home of Alexander Forger, all in an attempt to keep

Heather's POV I let the curtain fall and quickly moved to hide behind the wall the moment Alex's gaze nearly fell on me. My heart was still pounding in my chest, thanks to the unplanned moment we had a few minutes ago. I could still feel the slight tingles left over from then running through my body. It had come as a surprise to me, partly because I was still in a terrible mood with all that had been going on, but mostly because I had not really expected Alex to still have such interest towards me. The man was a notorious playboy, and he had the looks, money and charm to attract any lady he wanted. There was no doubt that he had been playing around with people far higher in value than I was, but for some reason he had continued to turn his sights on me. There was another problem in the picture still. Even though I had tried, I could not remove my mind from thinking about how Alex had gotten that lipstick on his cheek the other night. After he had gotten his ability to walk back,

Alexander's POV "When I was going to call?" I repeated. "You talk like you were expecting me to contact you again." "Oh I wasn't expecting anything," Cynthia replied, her voice full of that unshakeable certainty and self confidence that I never forgot. "It was always a stated fact. I just knew it was only a matter of time until you called me. You and I both know that no one can help you the way I can." "Don't get too full of yourself just yet, Cynthia. A lot of things have changed since then, and I am not the man you once knew." Her voice tinkled with a light laugh over the phone. "We'll see about that, my dear Alex. What do you think? Shall I come over to your house so that we may... discuss our plans moving forward?" My tone went flat at her suggestion. "Nice try, but I'm not letting you anywhere near where I sleep at night. We'll be having our talks on neutral territory. The Price Gardens at noon today." She laughed again, this time I could tell that she was now actively in

Heather's POV Although Alex and I kept in touch every single hour of the day, I still felt lonely. There was simply no denying the comfort that physical touch, or just being able to see him brought. It had been three days now since I moved in here, and while I was adjusting just fine, it felt a little lonely being in the big house all by myself. Bored and tired of sitting still all day, I decided to take a stroll down the neighborhood. Although I had spoken with a few neighbors, the majority still didn't know who I was, and sitting indoors all day was not going to help me socialize with these people. I headed to my room and put on one of the few casual clothes that I had. A checkered gown that stopped just a few inches above my knees. It was a body fitted gown, and while it seemed like what most people would wear to parties, it was actually one of the few dresses that simply wasn't luxurious enough to make me look like an insufferable show off. Picking up my purse and a lit

Cynthia's POV The overreacting lady from the restaurant had been weird, but Alexander's reaction to her had even been weirder. He had sprinted after her the moment she exited the restaurant and had ordered me to sit still. It had been two hours since he left, and while I felt the urge to stand up and leave, I remained obedient and patient. If I wanted to make sure that Mathew kept to his own end of our deal then it was crucial that I made Alex fall for me once again. So far there was little progress, but I was certain of my victory. He was still a bit skeptical of me, and that was exactly why I needed to make him trust me once more, even if it meant sitting still for more than two hours. I took a quick sneak at the face of my wrist watch; twenty minutes past four. The sun was already beginning to make its descent, yet there was no sign of Alexander. I had tried calling him a couple of times, but he never picked up the phone. Tired and now out of patience, I rose from my seat an