All Chapters of 'TIL DECEIT DO US APART: BILLIONAIRE'S PRETEND BRIDE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The clock had long passed midnight when Asher stumbled into his room, the scent of whiskey clinging to his clothes. His head pounded from the alcohol, but the burning anger in his chest was worse.Watching the Fords playing golf and not taking something to cool down his anger was impossible. By the time Josiah found out Asher had ordered four extra cans of beer, it was already too late.Not only did the Fords get on his nerves, he couldn't shake off the thought of Lena from his head. Not about her knowledge of Heather And Vincent but something connected to Raymond.He wanted to stay mad. He needed to.But all of that crumbled when he looked toward his bed.There she was, lying, tangled in the sheets, her skin glowing under the dim moonlight that slipped through the curtains. His breath hitched.She was almost naked. All she had on was a pair of white socks and underwear.His body locked up, his throat going dry.Shit.Turning away, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Why the h

The air was filled with tension as Lena sat in the back of the taxi, her body coiled tight like a spring around her shaking furiously. The driver drives through the busy city streets, honking at slow-moving vehicles, but Lena barely noticed what was going on,her mind was far away.Her fingers held into the worn leather seat as she replayed the conversation with her mother,scary conversation.Her father was fighting for his life.Liam was on the run, begging for mercy, and Asher her so-called husband was at the center of it all,the mastermind of everything happening.Lena could barely breathe.Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but one thing was crystal clear to her.Asher needed to fix this,like her furking really need to fix it.The towering glass structure of Josh Empire Headquarters came into view,so large and beautiful. As the taxi rode to a stop in front of the entrance, Lena threw a wad of cash at the driver and fling the door open before the vehicle had fully stopped on the

Asher was not getting himself after the meeting ended. The luxurious andd classic conference room now empty, the expensive suits all gone, he felt his world was being torn apart from the turmoil going on in his mind. Lena's tear-filled wet face kept flashing in his thoughts and memory of her red, puffy eyes and shaking voice as she accused him of causing her father's collapse. He realized he had acted foolishly and childishly for threatening her like that, and guilt tore at him, sharp and relentless like a needle would.He began walking right and left, like he lost something, feeling restless with a tightness and heaviness in his chest like stone and that made it hard for him to breathe smoothly. This wasn’t how he usually was; he didn't dwell on guilt or let others impact him negatively,NEVER. But Lena? She had gotten under his throat, and he hated it and almost hated her for it too. He grabbed his phone tightly, hesitated, and then called Josiah, for the first time, needing some

The next morning arrived quickly, almost like lightning, with the sun just beginning to rise and casting a beautiful gray light through the curtains of the house.Asher rolled off the couch, his back aching from the stiff cushions he had slept on, and rubbed his eyes awake to see clearly. Lena remained asleep on the bed, covered under the duvet he'd wrapped around her the night before. He stole only a brief glance at her before standing up, unable to concentrate due to the worry and thoughts in his mind. It was time to get moving and prepare for the drive he had promised her.He quickly grabbed a clean shirt and pants from the wardrobe, dressed swiftly without delay, and ran his fingers through his hair to make sure it looked presentable as always .He didn’t have time for a proper shave, though he really needed one, but he was eager to get the day started.He quietly moved out of the room, carrying his shoes gently to avoid waking her, and made his way down the hall. He could hea

Asher parked the silver Porsche in front of Lena’s parents' house. The gravel driveway crunched beneath the tires as he sat for a moment, looking at the worn-down place; it was really pathetic. It was a small, unstructured house, with peeling and fading paint, a sagging and leaking roof that needed repair, and a front garden overrun with weeds choking any flowers that once grew there. By the steps lay a rusty and condemned old bike, and the cracked windows let in cold drafts. The sight hit him hard like a plague, bringing back heavy, dark memories. Blood, rain, and shouts from a past he had buried a long time ago. He held the steering wheel of the car, his knuckles turning white, almost tasting the metal and mud of those memories he wished to forget.Next to him, Lena shifted and grabbed her bag softly, her eyes looking slightly down as she looked at him. “You okay?” she asked quietly, her tone sharp as if sensing something was off about him.He forced a quick, strong nonchalant l