Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Billionaire Wife?: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Abrar     "Will you help me to zip my dress?", Zoya said while trying her best to pull up her zip standing in front of the mirror. I came in my senses as she called me.   "Did you say this to me?", I asked her being a little surprised.     "Is there anyone else in my room?", she asked, throwing me a blank look.     "Are you going out?", I asked her as I walked towards her and pull her zip up.    "Am I supposed to tell you that?", she replied as she shifts her hairs behind from her neck. I shook when her hairs touched my face.     "I was just curious to know", I step back. "Let me make the breakfast"She nodded while wearing a heart-shaped pendant around her neck. I peeped at her,

Abrar "Engagement? Isn't it so soon?", my jaw dropped.     "No! I'm 26", she uttered. I looked at her in disbelief. She was 26? But she didn't seem to be 26. Her face had still the teenage vibe and girls of her age don't do this kind of stupidity for a guy.      "Anas is 23", she added. I understood the whole situation right then why he wasn't ready to get married. I didn't say much to her.     "Ok. Go inside and explain everything to your parents. They'll definitely understand", I smiled at her but she didn't move and kept looking at me. "What happened? Go", I told her again.     "Come with me please", she requested me, making a tiny face.     "M

The whole kitchen was messed up. Zoya was standing near the counter covered with flour and the flour container was laying the ground. I looked at her being surprised as she pouted.    "Who keeps a flour container on top? It's so high", she said in a baby tone. I couldn't but burst into laughter as I figured out her height and obviously her flour-coated face. I tried to control my laughter but I couldn't. She gazed at me angrily.    "Why are you laughing like an idiot?", she shrugged, dusting off the flour from her hairs. I finally stopped laughing when I realised that one container of flour was wasted by her. I was a guy who used to spend money after a lot of calculations. And this was gonna ruin my budget.    "Who told you to come to my kitchen?", I said in a blank tone as I kne

    "Ok. Ok fine. So, basically, I'm Zoya Ali. And I can do anything. Anything", she repeated the word and snatched the file from me. She walked towards the table and continued her breakfast.  I walked towards her and sat on the opposite chair. She ate half of the bread and left it on the plate, then took a sip of her tea. I observed her so carefully that I could see she had a mole on her upper lip and also one on her right hand, next to her index finger.     "Seeing me for the first time?", she snapped as I came out of my thoughts.    "I was just wondering something", I lied. I was watching her.    "What?", she said, taking the next sip.   "How did you make that certificate?", I asked her as I took a bite of my toast.    "I told you. I'm Zoya Ali", she winked. I swear she was so annoying at some p

    "Who comes to take a shower without bringing clothes?", she repeated those words I told her in the morning and again busted in laughter.      "Like you, I'm not used to sharing my apartment with anyone", I shrugged.    "Oh! So you roam around your flat, wearing a towel?", she giggled, I could figure out by her words.     "Ok. It was my fault. Now, will you please move to your room for a few minutes? I'll have to go to my room", I blurted out.     "Fine! I'm going. But do remember this lesson. First, look at yourself then taunt others", she said. I was gonna learn this lesson until she was here. I waited for a few minutes and opened the door to peep outside. She was not at the dining table. I immediately walked out, wearing the towel and rushed to my room. Releasing a deep sigh, I locked the door. Damn! It was so awful. I needed to be more careful from the next ti