บททั้งหมดของ MARRIED TO A BILLIONAIRE IN DISGUISE: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

LUCAS'S POV “I think something is going on with Jackson”, Ivan tells thinking intensely. I frown taking a sip of orange juice. “What do you mean by something is going on with Jackson? I mean I met him last night, he wasn’t in his best mood but?”, I ask him shrugging my shoulders. “ I don’t know, Lucas, I want you to find out”, he tells as he munch on his salad. I look at his plate judgementally, narrowing my eyes on him I ask “isn’t it cheat day? Why are you eating salad again?”, he rolls his eyes stuffing more in his mouth. After gulling down he snaps at me, “it’s none of your business”. I narrow my eyes at him still giving him a sharp glance as he clears his throat drinking orange juice which was freshly squeezed by himself. Something is different. Why there are no maids in his mansion? Why is he eating salad and doing his work by himself? He hates to work in kitchen not if as he could work if he didn’t hate. It’s just he in kitchen means the would become war zone. I take an

CASSANDRA'S POVSince my mother is admitted in hospital neither Jackson nor I was having a normal day. We cover up our love for her with rude behaviour and all but after all she is our mother who gave birth to us. Not a day went without going to hospital to check up on her. It’s been five days she is still asleep. I am sitting at the stool beside her while Jackson is sitting on the couch in the room. The machines attached to her is only evidence of her life in the silent room with the beep sounds of the machines. She is quite so quiet which is sending shivers to my spine. Mom can’t leave us, not at least like this. Her beautiful black hair is now no where on her head. It’s covered with bandages and her pink soft lips are chapped, she is looking all bones with saline running in her veins and oxygen pipes inserted in her nostrils. I take out lip balm from my pocket and swipe the chap stick on her lips hoping it would moisten them not resulting in bleeding. When I see Jackson passi

“You won’t understand how I feel about you not want giving a chance to the man we choose just because he was chosen by us Or because he is a business man”, she tells softly squeezing my hand. “you grandfather, my dad, wasn’t like your father…… and you knows it better than anyone else”, she tells as she push few strands of hair behind my ear before caressing my cheek. “Give it a chance cassie, give your self a chance and if you didn’t like you are free to walk away, no one is going to force you to keep you in the marriage if you think it won’t work you are free to call off…… you are twenty plus without any dating experience and all now you will be twenty five soon I just want you to settle down or at least try to settle down”, she tells softly. Yes, she has a point. I have no experience with men and I don’t know what they hide behind their suits in their homes. As my father hides his abusive nature behind crisp ironed clothes I believe every man does so. Was I thinking that bad abo

Ivan's pov I can’t be more than this happy in my whole life! Who knows It might change when Cassandra marries me and love me back as I do love her? It would change definitely, if not now, sometime in future and am ready to take this slow with her if my destination is her arms and a special place in her heart. As Cassandra asked me to meet at a museum I had to get ready in some casual clothes but warm. Christmas is around the corner still Sydney without snow! What a shame! Christmas was always special to me, through I didn’t spend a lot of time with my family, I made sure I stay at home and take a Christmas vacation. Family always comes first but my mom wouldn’t be satisfied with so many holidays I could take she wants me to take more. Now knowing getting me married to cassandra she would ask me to stay home frequently and spend time together and get to know her well. That’s what an going to do today. Wearing a blue denims with a plain white shirt I layered it with cream sweater an

IVAN'S POV“Mr Miller, we have done all the arrangements you asked for, today the South wale art Museum will be all for yourself”, informed my new assistant on my phone. “Ok, cancel all my meetings for today and don’t get to me for any queries contact lucas for anything important”, I tell her casually glancing at the watch. great it’s almost ten and I reached an hour earlier, I can watch any new art pieces added so that I could buy them for my new apartment. “sure Mr Miller, have a nice day”, my assistant tells in her chirpy voice but without answering I hang up the call. I park my car away in corner so that no paparazzi catches me meeting cassandra, her being a celebrity racer it’s even hard to meet secretly not attracting much attention because even though she is new York racer, she is daughter of Sydney and people support her not to mention how many teenage boys have a huge crush on her and leaves love you, marry me, kissy faces and hearts on her Instagram account, not to menti