All Chapters of Enslaved By My Billionaire Husband : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Helen’s POVMy body froze with shock as soon as I saw the scene before me. Isabella was stark naked with her hands deep in Blake's pants, fondling his balls. There were a lot of things wrong with the image before me, and hot, painful tears pricked my eyes.When I got that phone call from Blake’s dad moments after he had left the house, I honestly thought everything was fine and cool, but it was obvious that I must have thought so highly of my life.“Hello, big sis.” She waved me with her free hand and the fact that she wasn’t frightened by my presence only got me madder.“Helen?” That was all Blake managed to spill from his mouth before I threw the files his dad had asked me to bring over at him and fled out of the office.What I had seen was too depressing for me to remain there. How could Blake do this to me? I never asked him to be nice to me or for us to spend forever together. It was his idea and yet he failed so woefully to keep to his bargain. The whole shit annoyed the hell ou

Blake's POV I had just changed into something light when I came into the bedroom to see that Helen had yet to come in. "What the hell is she still doing downstairs?" I complained as I stepped out of the bedroom and headed down to meet her. On getting to the sitting room, I found my wife standing with the evil witch she called a sister. "Hey, you. What the hell are you doing here? Who the fuck let you in?" I yelled out in annoyance.It seems she has made a pact to make my life and that of Helen miserable. I had just apologized to Helen for the silly show that went down at my father's house and now, she was back here trying to ruin my day. "Why would I need anyone to help me into my husband's home? This house belongs to me just as much as it belongs to you. Come one baby, drop the pretense." She said and I stared at her in shock. I had no relationship with her except for the fact that I was married to her sister. Why, then, would she be so entitled to a property that wasn't hers?

Helen's POV "No, there is no way you can do that. There is nothing sneaky about Blake and my wedding. You weren't around, and Mom and Dad said that I would take your place. Please stop acting like it is my fault." I said to her immediately, not wanting to make a big scene here right now. There was so much that could go wrong if she did that, especially with Blake's political career. No one was going to take him seriously if it was found out that my marriage to him was a big scam. I couldn't let that happen."Well, if you did nothing wrong, then you should have no problem with the whole world knowing just how you both got married. Moreover, I would have such a fun time adding that you had me kidnapped. I can't wait to see the media tearing you apart just as you deserve to be torn." She hissed at me with a smug smile on her lips. I stared at the girl I had called my sister for years. If anyone had ever told me she would be this vile and wicked to me, I would have said that was a lie,

Helen's POV I stared at my sister in shock at her evil request. There was no way in hell she was really asking to sleep in the same room as my husband. That was not possible and I wouldn't be letting that happen. "Isabella, I may have given in to your whims, but that doesn't give you the right to come in here and try to tell me what would happen in my home. You would do exactly what I say and nothing else. Is that clear?" Blake hissed at her with a thick angry voice. I watched the veins draw out tightly at my husband's temple and wanted to tell him to calm down. Well, he had made this proposition, so we might as well pay the price for getting into her trap. "Oh please, Blake. You can not tell me what to do? I am way beyond that. You either allow us to share a bedroom together, or our deal is over." She hissed into his face, refusing to back down. The thought of the both of them sharing a bed tore at my heart. Even though I had watched him make love several times to Skylar, it sti

Helen's POV I walked into my bedroom and as soon as I dropped whatever belongings I had left, my phone beeped. It was a message from Blake and I wondered why he was texting me when he was in the house. If he had something to say to me, he could easily come into my room and say it.However, the moment I read his message, my legs immediately became weak as juices pooled at my core. He knew how to put me in the mood, even through a text message, and there was no way I was saying no to his request.Gently, I put my stuff away and locked my bedroom door as I got out of it. With Isabella here, none of our personal effects were safe and I didn't want her snooping around what she had no business looking through.I walked out of the house and just as he had said, a vehicle was waiting for me at the parking lot. I got in and his driver drove me over to a hotel. I arrived at the room and true to his words, he was waiting for me there. "Hello, handsome." I greeted as I walked in. He was shir