All Chapters of The Billionaire's Facade : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Pearl’s POV“What the fuck?” I screeched as my phone slipped out of my trembling hands and crashed onto the floor. I was certain that the screen had shattered, but that was the least of my concerns. I had more pressing matters to attend to, like the fact that my husband was buried deep---and pounding---in my sister, Corrine.I still couldn’t believe it, my brain hadn’t processed any of that. Damn, it was hard to. My fists were tightly clenched on either side of my body and I bit down on my jaw with so much force.Ashton turned around and to his amazement, there I was. Watching at the scene like a bystander. His eyes widened as he reached out for the sheets, wrapping it quickly around his body. “Corrine, I can explain.”“Save it, Ashton. I’ve seen more than enough.” I held a finger up and closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath. My hands began to tremble and I broke out into a cold sweat.“No, please. This isn’t what you think it is.” He continued, stepping forward to close the distance

“This is Blake Altura, reporting live from the KRC24 studio, right here in Illinois, Chicago.” The news reporter said promptly, stacking a bunch of papers on top of each other and straightening his posture. I looked on from the side curtains, preparing to step into the spotlight any second now. My sweaty hands were shoved in my pockets and my heart thumped in my ribcage.I still couldn’t believe it. It had all happened so fast, that I didn’t even know how to feel or what to say. “Hey, are you okay?” Corinne whispered, looking up at me. She was right beside me, her petite body leaning into my muscular body. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” I choked out, trying to maintain my composure. She rubbed a thumb over my hand in soothing circles. “Look, this isn’t easy on any of us. Let’s just get out there, and get this thing over with alright?” She encouraged, with her tiny voice.I nodded, peeling my eyes away from her and redirecting my focus to Blake. “On today’s news, an accident that has taken the n

PEARL’S POV…My eyes were still fixated on the television. I blinked and closed my eyes multiple times, reopening them to see that I wasn't dreaming or imagining things. Everything I heard and said was real and so hard for me to accept.It had to be a mistake. I began to feel cold air seep into my body; beads of sweat were formed on my forehead as I wiped it off with my trembling hands as the weight of the news settled in.I was dead. The world thought I was dead, but here I was seated down and breathing just like every other human would do. There was no way I could bring myself to process it.“How could this be? Didn't my family try to look for me, not even once?” I whispered to myself as my eyes softened with pity.I was deep in my thoughts, my head swinging in different circles. After all, no one cared about me, not even my parents, nor my sister, or the monster I married and called him a husband. That was the hardest pill of truth I had ever swallowed, and I knew I was going to ma

PEARL'S POV….The next day, I woke up with the feeling of reluctance that had become a new part of myself since I woke up from a coma.Every time, I looked at the mirror. My heart ached, trying to come to terms with my new life; the accident didn't just take away my existence, but my identity as Pearl Hammond, and now I was forced to live a life I never imagined to live.I had to finally accept I would be known as Lori Whitlock, a chef, and that is what everybody addresses me as. There wasn't any day that went by without me learning Lori's mannerisms.Due to some deep research, I was able to get hold of some disks that belonged to Lori. Learning everything about her felt as though I was a stranger in another body as I tried to pick up the habits that would make me like Lori.I went as far as experimenting with different cuisines. While living as Pearl, I hardly entered the kitchen because I had a helper to do everything related to the kitchen. So tell me how I was supposed to know how

Lori pov I strode inside the restaurant. My mind is reeling about how easy it has been for me to convince everyone that there was nothing suspicious in me that would make the world doubt that I wasn't the real Lori Whitlock.I began to love my new life more than my old life. At least I was able to step out into the bright world without thinking twice or taking a step back.For a long time. My attention was on my phone as I kept fiddling with it; I had to arrange the orders for the day. I wouldn't want to keep my clients waiting.My leg collided with something that felt strong. I looked down to see a parcel in front of me. Did someone perhaps leave it on the floor?I picked it up, trying to feel the weight of it. Maybe I could guess what was inside, but then I was taken aback when I saw Lori Whitlock on it.Confusion swooshed over me. I didn't order anything, so why was the parcel in my name? I became more curious as I shook the parcel to hear what was inside, but it was lightweight.