Billionaire's Impostor Wife

The cold summer night air caressed my cheeks as though greeting me a grand welcome as I descended the stairs of the plane with my hand securely clutching at the handle of my small suitcase. Bright, glittering lights sparkled right in front of my eyes, reminding me of the night I left the country. It was summer that time too and though five years had passed, I still recalled the events as though it happened just yesterday.Forcing my thoughts back to the present, I held the knitted cardigan securely into place before my high-heeled stiletto moved across the lobby, right in the middle of skittering passengers."Miss Arabella Angelstone?" A man called my name, pulling me into an abrupt stop. Adjusting the rim of my fashionable eyeglasses, I looked at him inquiringly. Racing my voice just enough for him to hear, I warily replied, "Yes?""I'm from the car rental company." He said, slightly bowing his head in a polite greeting before showing me his company ID. "Your car is waiting in the pa

With all the force I could muster, I kicked him hard on the crotch. Not once, not twice, but a dozen times. Making sure that the heels of my stiletto hit him on his balls.He fell off his seat, writhing in agony, unable to take the gun that had fallen on the seat out of his reach. The attack must have been so painful, or a burly man like him wouldn't be tearing up.Seizing the opportunity to escape, I grabbed the car keys that had fallen on the tattered seat. I climbed out of the car, took the child out of the backseat, and locked the man inside.I was tired, weak, and thirsty. But my strong will to survive gave me just enough strength to run while dragging the child alongside me. The child didn't make a sound. Didn't complain. I was expecting him to burst into tears and whine like children about his age do but he didn't.My heart ached watching him struggle alongside me. When the poor child collapsed from exhaustion, I nearly wept with pity. If my legs were aching from running, how m

Lucas stared at the picture frame in his hand. Disturbingly, his chest tightened as he did so. Despite himself, he continued to stare at the woman in the photograph with soft amber eyes that had charmed him to his doom. Her red copper hair fell to her face in waves, enhancing her high cheekbones and full, lush lips. She was magnificently staring at him in the photograph as if she was real.The photo was of him and Alexandria seated into a wooden bench, his arms protectively draped around her slender shoulders. He looked at the camera with a lofty grin stretched across his face.It was the happiest moment of his life. He could clearly recall that day in clear and vivid detail, as though it had happened just yesterday. The photograph was taken almost five years ago. They looked fine in the photo. He wondered what went wrong. Ever since he married Alexandria, things went downhill. He set the picture frame aside and lifted the glass of brandy to his lips. It was empty. Groaning, he stag

The sound of the beeping monitor and the hurried footsteps echoing from the hallway woke me up from a deep dream. Slowly, my eyes parted open, instantly revealing a pristine white ceiling.Pushing myself up to have a clear view of my surroundings, pain seared through my arms and legs, and I fell back on the bed, wincing at the overpowering headache that made the pain in my legs and arms feel mild. With a clenched jaw, I waited for the pain to subside before slowly easing my body in a sitting position until my back was resting on the headboard.Comfortable with my position, my gaze surveyed the room. What I saw told me I was in a hospital room. The hospital gown loosely hanging on my frail body, and the monitor constantly beeping beside the bed, was another proof of that.I haven't been sitting for long and skimming the room with my eyes when the door bursts open. A man wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans strode inside with a frown etched deep into his temples. The man was tall, about s

In the aftermath of breakfast, the nurse was eager to collect the empty plates and leave the room. Observing her hurry to the door, I wondered if someone was chasing her. My every word caused her to jump on her knees and pale under her skin. Acute enough, I realized she was terrified of me. Soon then I realized she wasn't the only one.An hour later, another uniformed nurse entered the door. She was polite as she greeted me good morning as she entered. She checked my vitals, then jotted the information to her note. As she did so, I noticed her fingers trembling. Not only that, she also appeared uncomfortable and pale."Are you alright?" Softly, I asked her. I said the words in the gentlest voice I could muster, but anyway, she jumped, startled at the sound of my voice."I-I'm fine, Mrs. Alexander." The nurse replied, unable to conceal the tremor in her voice.Worried that speaking again will cause her to flee the room, I kept my mouth shut as she did her job. I was handed a glass of w