All Chapters of Dominant Husband: Her worth: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stared at Sebastian as he glared at himself, folded his arms around his chest. Leaning his back against the comfy couch, he sighed.  "I can't allow it." He finally looked at me.  I shifted closer to him, held his hand, soothed his palm. "Come on." My lips pulled into a childish pout. "It's gonna be fine. Trust me. You know I don't like Dave, so why are you still this worried?" "He kissed you that day!" He spat out, sounding more flustered. "What if he does it again? Fine, I know you don't like him, but he likes you. Can't you understand that?" I rolled my eyes. "It's not like he'll force me to kiss him or something." "What if he does?" He snorted, and bit his forceful sneer.  "Hey!" I slapped his arm. "Why are you being this jealous? Nothing will happen between us, ok?" "Why can't I take you to the airport myself? I know

Finally, she removed the test result from the envelope. For a moment, she stared at it comprehensively, and then, she sighed. "Oh, God," she muttered, dropping her hand on her chest. It was as if she was shocked, as well, it was as if she was relieved. What was the result?"Ma?" I tapped her shoulder. "What does it say?"Again, she sighed, stood up, and turned around to look at me. "It's negative." There was a smile on her face. I wanted to smile back at her, but I just couldn't. If I did, it would hurt Dave. Dave had once told me how important his locket was. He had said it made him feel like he wasn't so lonely as he truly was. He had said he never saw his mother, but she was close to his heart. So, now that this had to happen, wouldn't he be hurt that the woman he thought was his mom, wasn't? Ah, shit, why him?He stood up from his seat, looking quite hurt. Mom probably noticed how sad he looked, so she cupped his hands in hers. "Hey, dear." She smiled warmly at him. "I know h

I tightened my fist, glared at Lauretta, felt the need to hit her. When she had taken a glimpse sideways, I knew she had been up to something. She had probably seen Adrienne coming, so she had decided to pick up and act. But what was she going to gain from this? Tugging her arm, I yanked her close. "Did you do this on purpose?" "Maybe." Her lips flipped up into a sneer.  "Why?" My voice was low, rough and weak. I was scared. So scared. Adrienne had said she “knew it”. What exactly did she know? Had she been doubting me? Had she— It was better to not think about that right now.  She licked her lips, slowly raised her fingers to caress my jaw line. "Did I say anything wrong, huh? I'm truly tired of having to wait for you. This is the second time I've come to Florida. Why can't you see I want you? You've stopped giving me money, but that's not just it. I want you."&nb

Ethan stared at me like he was confused. He blinked four times, dropped his mouth. He wanted to speak, but it was as if something cut his throat.  "Seriously?!" He finally spoke, shock in his tone. "How did you guys break up? Wh-What happened?" "I was stupid again," I mumbled. "I said I didn't trust him. So, can you please help me talk to him? Claire's not willing to help me do that." "Oh." He scratched the back of his neck, stood up from the couch. "It's quite late. I don't know if he's asleep." "Ah, oh!" I gasped, leaped from my seat, and looked so worried. "Did he drink alcohol?" He pressed his lips against each other, shook his head no.  "Good." I sighed in relief. Staring back at him, I batted my eyelashes, pulled a childish pout. "Go, please. He always listens to you, huh?" He chuckled. "Just go by yourself. And besides,"

Months later… "Thank you so much!" I exclaimed. Standing up from the well furnished chair, I heaved a deep sigh, smiled from ear to ear. "I'm so happy to finally be a partner of this company. Thanks for accepting my proposal." Mr. Roland, the CEO of one of the most reputable companies in New York, stood up from his seat. Stretching his hand for a handshake, he returned my smile. "Congratulations. We hope to get great results from you," he said.  "I'll try my best." I took his hand. After our friendly handshake, I grabbed my purse from the glass that separated Mr. Roland and I, made my way out of his office, then out of the building.  Closing my eyes, I inhaled the beautiful air of that afternoon, then smiled on opening them. Today wasn't my birthday alone, it was also my lucky day. First, the doctor had confirmed I was pregnant. And second, the company I wanted to wo