All Chapters of A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire’s Mad Son: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The twilight at dawn was what woke Rod from slumber, and he realized he had spent the night in Opula’s bed, and he screwed up his face once he realized he was in a strange bed.Already smiling at him from the wine shelf was Opula who was all dressed up, with two glasses of wine handy. Her face was filled with smiles as she advanced to her guest.“Indeed, you had a wonderful night, sweetheart,” Opula said and dropped a glass by his side.But Rod didn’t approve of his presence in her bed. “What the hell am I doing? What happened to me?” he queried and quickly sprang from her bed as his eyes combed around. “What did you do to me?” he widened his gaze at her.Opula chuckled and sat on the bed. “I guess the question should be what did you do to me, huh? Well, we had a great reunion after all these years of breaking up. I am elated to have you back in my life.”Rod sighed and yelled, “You must be out of your mind. How did I end up in your bed? Answer me, Opula!” he barked and stamped his fe

For days after the yacht party, I hadn’t seen much of Salsa. I noticed Salsa had withdrawn herself from my chamber, always sending the maids to attend to me. The fact was that Salsa still housed guilt in her heart after I mysteriously survived the sleeping pills she put in my drink.Seriously, she thought I would ask her if I should set my eyes on her; I wished I knew what actually happened to me that night.“Why are you avoiding me, Salsa??” I queried her when I bumped into her at the kitchen, “Is there anything you are hiding from me?” I queried yet further.Salsa glanced around and gestured at me to tune down my voice. “I don’t need to remind you, you are not supposed to be found here. Please return to your chamber. I will meet you there,” she whispered to me in a pleading manner.Later, when she came to serve me dinner and sneaked in, thinking I was asleep in bed, I asked, “You have never sneaked into my chamber, Salsa. What is happening?” I asked from my bed, turned around and fl

Once Salsa was done serving me breakfast, she got a distress phone call from the hospital about her mother. Fortunately for her she wasn’t holding any of the chinas, otherwise nothing stopped it from leaving her grip and dashing on the floor.For never in my life have I seen someone tremble the way her hands tremble upon getting the distress call. The phone in her hands had fallen and split into parts.“What is it, Salsa? What has happened? Talk to me and stop crying like a baby!” I demanded anxiously, shaking her frail shoulders to quicken her reply.But there was no stopping her. She sank on her knees and wept bitterly. Nothing else came on my mind than her mother passing on.“I just need to get to the hospital right now, Melissa,” she sobbed and sprang to her feet to disappear. “All is not well with my mom. I just pray she remains alive till I get there.”Anxiety hummed on me as I pestered her with more questions, “What could have happened to your mother? Is the cancer growing wors

Like a hard-working dog, Salsa hastened into the Villa and headed straight to Opula’s chamber only to meet Kate, well seated to a tray of tequila and rum. Although uncertainty fluttered across her face, Salsa perceived all was not well and if not for her mother’s medical bills, Opula’s chamber was the last place she wanted to be.She stood nervously, arms pressed in front as she watched. Kate sip her wine and grinned hugely, “Good afternoon ma’am,” Salsa greeted , her voice was vague and depressed. She felt the pang of humiliation which hung in the chamber. Yes, it was supposed to be in connection with her rejecting the offer and nothing else.“I guess they are upset for rejecting the job,” Salsa said in her mind and greeted again, this time around very audibly , “Good afternoons ma’am,” and when Kate gave her the cold shoulders , she had to explain herself, “I am back to do the job. My apologies for being an ass. I wasn’t supposed to reject the offer so…so.” She stuttered and swallow

It was late on a Monday and Opula was yet to return to the villa. Ken had never been so worried. Worse still, Opula’s phone line wasn’t reachable. He had consulted Kate about it and Kate had given him the cold shoulders, with so much malice in her eyes.This had left Ken worried because he couldn’t recall bickering with Kate or quarreling with her. He wondered what could make Kate give him the cold shoulders when he asked about his wife. Ken had told Frank and Tony about it and they mentioned the bankruptcy of Fanny Group was the reason for her attitude.“But today is Monday,” Frank had said, “This is unlike her. She is into this lifestyle only on Fridays, which often took her to the club.”Ken shook his head in confirmation, “Exactly the reason I am worried,” Ken had said as he stroked his ponytail confusedly and took a glass of rum and gulped, “I am still nervous. This is the first time she has been keeping late night, and I am undoubtedly convinced she is in trouble.”“Trouble?” To