All Chapters of After Betrayal, I Slept with a Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I looked at the chauffeur who had come out of the car to open the door for me. "Why are we here?""President says you should shop for clothes and anything else you might need.""What? Is your president picking his own money from the floor?""What?" The chauffeur was surprised at my question.I almost exposed myself right then. If I wasn't careful, the driver would have known that I didn't know much about my husband. My new husband was truly wealthy."Oh yes, madam." The chauffeur took a black card out of his bag and handed it to me. "President asks me to hand this to you. It's a platinum credit card. You can use it however you like.""Is he monetarily insane? Why would he give me a platinum credit card?" I wondered as I looked at the card, still reeling from the surprise. "Actually, I don't need it. It's alright, I really don't need it."I never had the habit of spending a man's money. I didn't want to know if this man was my husband in name or for real. While I was dating Gaston Veri

After he left, Kyle dropped the game and faced his sister with keen eyes, "Now tell me sister, what's going on?"He was worried that she might have sold herself to him after getting heartbroken by Gaston. He thought that his sister might actually dated Enzo Because she wanted to spite Judy and Gaston.But thinking back to it again, that brother in-law just now too is too hot to handle, not someone that can agree to something without any gain.Alice felt that there's no reason to hide from her brother again, then she came clean, "You see Kyle, that man gives us 90%of your recovery rate if I married him, he will help with your surgery and you'll be free from the hospital bed for life"Kyle jumped up in shock! He didn't expect his sister to go to such extents "Sis you did what? So you're saying you married him so that he can perform my surgery?" "Yes, but don't worry, I'll divorce him after he performed the surgery, so don't worry about me and focus on getting recovered, that's all that

Gaston's face was downcast. “Alice is not such a vain person. She wouldn't do such a thing.” “But…” Judy still wanted to say something. Gaston suddenly looked back at her. “Judy, I have known Alice for a full ten years. I know her so well, I know she can never do such a thing" "She has never asked me for anything before.Even when I gave her an expensive gift, she would be distressed over how much I spent.” Judy saw that when Gaston was talking about these things, he had a solemn look in his eyes. The jealousy in her heart was ignited instantly. Gaston said she loved her, but when he talked about Alice, his eyes still held so much longing and some hint of love.  Alice did not take the initiative to ask him for money and was reluctant to spend money, so she was not a vain woman.And she? 

 Enzo and I had a meal together and then got into a minivan. Jillian Kim was going to style me along the way. The back of the minivan was like a home on wheels. There were clothes, makeup kits, books, and even bathroom equipment in one corner. At the far end of the van, there was a bed and rows upon rows of books neatly arranged. I had never seen such a luxurious vehicle before. I had heard that celebrities and politicians rode in such vehicles. For Enzo Clinton to have such a car showed he was someone with great wealth and demeanor. "Hello, ma'am. What occasion are you dressing for, and what's the color code or theme for the party?" Jillian Kim asked respectfully. "Uh, it's a movie premiere... Nothing much to the dressing and the color code, just make it something simple and not too classy," I replied, feeling awkward being served by such a person. Jillian looked at me, and I could see he was t

"Enzo Clinton is my husband! I am MARRIED TO ENZO CLINTON!!" Everyone was shocked.  "Tell them, wife, that you're my baby. Alice Lewiston is my wife. Mrs. Clinton!!" Everyone, including Judy and I, looked back and saw the intruder. I gasped.  I looked across the shoulders of the reporters, and there he was... my hubby.  I rushed through the buzz of the reporters to his side, shock written all over my face. I held his hand and whispered, "Why are you here?" He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Don't you like that I am here?" I tugged at his sleeve and tried to whisper back, but the reporters rushed over. The ladies in the hall were drooling, and everyone was in awe. Who is this man? The reporters flooded us with questions. "Are you the so-called Enzo Clinton?" "Is she your wife