All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alexander's POV The first thing I noticed the moment Heather walked in was the ragged condition her clothes were in, followed by the look of despair that clouded her features. I didn't need to ask many questions to realize that something had definitely happened to her. Quickly, I rose from the couch and immediately approached her with concern and care. I hadn't gotten too close when the unmistakable scent of a man's cologne hit me. I was already accustomed to Heather's scent, and I knew what she smelt like before leaving for school that morning. It was wildly different from what she smelt like, and her clothes weren't in the condition they were in when she left as well. Deciding not to jump to conclusions, I swallowed my suspicions and gave her a warm embrace, holding her close and stroking her rough hair. "Tell me what happened? Did somebody do something to you?" I asked in a soft, careful tone, though my chest tightened with each passing second. Heather trembled slightly in my

Alexander's POV The last thing I had expected to hear when I got up from bed was the fact that Cynthia could be a serial killer. This practically just told me that I had no idea who Cynthia really was, and it genuinely terrified me. But then again, there was a solid possibility that this man was lying. I highly doubted that he was being dishonest, but that was simply not enough to prove that he was lying. "You do not seriously think that I'll believe you, do you? I've only known you for like five minutes, and you expect me to believe that someone I've known for years is a mass murderer of old men?" I challenged, crossing my arms and staring Maxwell down. My voice was steady, but internally, I was grappling with a storm of doubt. As much as I wanted to dismiss his claim outright, there was no denying that Cynthia had definitely changed. She had many connections, and was bigger than I had imagined over the course of a year. I never really questioned her about her means of survival,

Heather's POV The days felt slower, and I never failed to wake up with a feeling of regret every morning. How could I not feel bad when I constantly had to wake up by the side of the man whom I had betrayed and cheated on. Matt wouldn't stop calling, and each time I saw his name on my phone screen, I was reminded about everything that happened. It felt torturous, I just wanted to forget about everything that had happened, but I just couldn't escape it no matter how hard I tried. It had been stupid of me to get involved with another man while I was married in the first place, and now I was simply paying for my mistakes. "Are you ready, yet?" Alexander inquired as he walked down the stairs, his voice effectively distracting me from my thoughts. "Y...Yes." I stammered, hoping he hadn't caught the look on my face earlier. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, concerned and scared. "Yes, we deserve it. You deserve it." He replied as he walked forward to me. Once I was within reach,

Mathew's POV "Do you have any idea what you've done?!" I screamed at Viktor after riddling his body with countless blows?! "Do you think it was a wise idea to be that reckless?!" Viktor didn't reply, he just knelt on the floor, glaring up at me with no hint of remorse in his eyes. He didn't care that he had not only risked exposing us as terrorists in front of the public, but he had also reduced our number even if it was just by one. It didn't matter, thanks to Logan Forger we could barely afford to lose any more members of the cartel. I was yet to save the ones that had gotten arrested, and now another was dead. "What has gotten into you, Viktor? What's wrong with you?" I asked in a calmer tone. Now I was genuinely worried for both Viktor, myself and the future of the cartel. Viktor had changed consider over the last couple of weeks, and while I had done my best to ignore it, it had simply become impossible. I knew he had a bad temper, but he never acted out like he had before.

Alexander's POV Never in our five months of marriage did I ever think that I'd have to drug Heather in order to leave the house, but here we were. I had urgent business to attend to, and I knew that she wasn't going to let me go if I didn't do something soon. She was far too shaken from the shooting, and I was surprised to see how deep that event had scarred her. I would definitely help her get through that, but for now I needed to deal with the bastard that had shot at me and my wife. Making sure that Heather was sound asleep on the bed, I made my way out of the house. Although they couldn't be seen, I had made sure that some of my security team were always around the house at all times. Giving one of them a nod, I proceeded towards my car, and drove off with a guilty heart. I was certain that Heather was in safe hands, but I felt bad having to resort to this. However, I needed to send Mathew a message, one that would teach him to not mess with me or my wife. After thirty whole