Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET MISTRESS : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Dre pulled her hair behind her ear for the umpteenth time. It felt almost frustrating that it was always falling over every time she tried to keep it away from her face.Emily was right. She was almost terrible at the job, maybe because she was doing too many things at once. Who could blame her? Her genius plan could only work if she handled enough accounts to be able to steal from without Edmund noticing a thing.Well, thank goodness she was here. She would help her rectify the errors she'd made and hope that Edmund was smart enough to notice her and make an effort to at least get to know her.The thought of Ronnie strayed into her mind. He worked here. What if he found her here? What would she say? Well, using the excuse that she'd come to see her friend, Emily, came readily to her mind.But then, another thought crept in. Did Ronnie know that Emily was now working here? No doubt it was a big company with so many staff and it was perfectly possible that they had not crossed paths wi

Her mind must have strayed away from the present. She was so engrossed in thinking about the session with Dr. McGuire that all it took to bring her mind back to the present was the light tapping of her window from someone outside. Emily sat up at once, mustering up a smile. Dre was standing outside, a curious look on her face. She opened the door and jumped down from the car, the smile waning now. "Dre, are you leaving?" She shook her head. "No." "I just came out to get some air. But before then, I saw your car parked out here for a while. I was wondering what was wrong which is why I came over." She tried to hide her true feelings by broadening her smile. "It's nothing. I'm alright." Dre gave her a lingering look. "You're sure about that?" "Yes," she lied. "How was it? Were you able to at least do anything while I was gone?" "I did a lot, actually. It's a good thing I took the day off from work. I can see you had a lot on your table. Thankfully, I've dealt with a lot of wor

Hillwood Estate looked the same like it had always been all those times she'd visited, but it was different this time. She was not alone. Edmund had been serious about bringing Dre over to his house to work for him and Dre, on the other hand, seemed elated.The only person that was still confused about how quickly things had played out was Emily. How had Dre pulled this off? She'd wanted to ask her to tell her everything that had transpired between herself and Edmund while she was gone but the opportunity had just not presented itself yet.In fact, it seemed as if Dre was avoiding her. But why? She knew she had no right to be angry if Edmund suddenly liked Dre. Liked? Did she just say 'like?' Did Edmund like Dre or anyone for that matter? That, she did not know.It was easier to think that this was just a work thing and that Edmund had no emotions for anybody, but as the evening wore on, Emily began to doubt her thoughts. Her instincts said a different thing, one she did not like at a

Charlotte Baker felt her heart summersault as she waited for what was coming. This was the moment she'd been waiting for; the moment of truth. In less than a few minutes, depending on how eager Randall Harrington was to get the news off his chest, she would finally know whether she was right or wrong to suspect Emily of any foul play.Detective Harrington cleared his throat."You know, at first, I thought it odd that the billionaire daughter of Gary Peterson had to work to earn a living, but I couldn't look into it because well," he shrugged. "It wasn't my business. "It only became my business after you asked me to look into it. And all I can say is that it's not what it looks like."Charlotte was becoming impatient."Just cut to the chase already, will you?"He did."I found out from Amy Johnson, Mr. Peterson's secretary that SkyNet is going bankrupt."Charlotte sat up, her eyes flickering as the news hit her."So, that's it! That's why she's working to make a living. Emily, I mean."

They strolled through the sitting room down to the lobby where Mrs. Gina Hamilton finally let go of her hand and busied herself with trying to find the right linen cloth among a bundle of them just laying by the corner.Emily could already guess what it was for. Probably for the dinner table. But wasn't it a little too late for that? If Edmund's father was already seated at the dinner table, then this wasn't the time to start looking for linen clothes to lay over the table.Nevertheless, she did not worry Mrs. Hamilton with her worries. She was in the midst of affluence. It was evident with the pieces of ancient artwork surrounding her and the air of aristocracy that Mrs. Hamilton carried.She tried to think about Jason's mother, Mrs. Wendy Campbell and compare her with Edmund's mother. But comparing the two women together was like comparing salt and water.While Jason's mother was proud and haughty, Edmund's mother was the exact opposite of her. She had a kind, warm smile that melted