All Chapters of Desired By My Cold-Hearted Billionaire Ex: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Lillian’s POV Inhaling shakily, I stared at my gaunt reflection in the mirror, as tears built up in my eyes for the umpteenth time that evening.My already visible collar bones had become even more noticeable within a few hours with visible bags under my eyes, and a pallor shade on my lips.I looked nothing like the Lillian that married Stefano three years ago.Fine, I had also been struggling back then but it wasn't as bad as this. At least, I used to have clients who I made food for in exchange for cash.I had gotten into culinary school on a government sponsored scholarship, as my father and stepmother had told me to my face that they had no money to sponsor me after high school.My passion for cooking had pushed me into entering a local cooking competition, which I won and also got the scholarship.On Stefano and my dad's orders, I had dropped out to be a housewife, and I knew the culinary school wouldn't take me back again.I had no idea how I was supposed to move on with my lif

Lillian's POV “We should land in London in the next three hours,” Nora divulged, as she took a bite of her cinnamon roll. “Wow,” I muttered, a wave of nausea suddenly hitting me as I inhaled the buttery aroma of the snack.Not now, baby. Taking a huge exhale, I reclined against my seat and caressed my belly. I couldn't believe how fast my life had changed in just five days.If someone had told me last week that I would be a divorcee on her way to London, this week, I would have laughed at them.But I guess that was one thing about life; it was very unpredictable.The day after I met Nora, I finally brought myself to reveal the news of my pregnancy to her, and she had pulled me into one of her comforting hugs in return, before reassuring me not to worry about a single thing.I was stunned when she handed me a visa and a flight ticket yesterday, and told me that we were leaving for London today. Nora had also told me that I could re-enroll in a culinary school after the baby was born

FIVE YEARS LATERLillian’s POV “Table four wants a refill on the sauteed vegetables and fried potatoes,” A server, Annabel, said as she walked into the kitchen, holding am empty tray.“Okay, it's ready,” I said, turning off the gas then placing the pot on the table. Thereafter, I grabbed two clean plates from the dish rack and served the order, which Annabel placed on the tray before exiting the kitchen.Heaving a huge sigh, I leaned again the kitchen slab, the beads of perspiration on my forehead cooling away as cool, natural breeze from outside wafted into the kitchen.As I stared at the fascinating mural of various intercontinental dishes on the wall, my mind raced back to five years ago.I could still remember how hopeless I had been throughout my pregnancy, as I couldn't work, due to the doctor's strict order after I nearly miscarried at eight weeks.Although my best friend had done her best to make me cheerful, my pregnancy hormones made her efforts futile as I would always wo