Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Submissive: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Madeline's POV The plan was working.   Oh I had never been so happy in my life. Adam's mother had called me the night before, asking when I was free. Her beloved son had finally agreed to a date with me.   Oh I couldn't have been happier if I tried! I had known the one person who could force Adam Stone's hand was his mother. I just hadn't expected a date would come out of it.   I had chosen tonight of course. I didn't want to give the jackass time to rethink his decision and cancel on me. That would defeat the whole purpose of every trap I had carefully laid out.   "Now, what did you order for us?" I asked him, trying to make small talk at least. I hated how silent and brooding he looked, reading through the menu as if it were way more interesting than I was.   The people were watching! They would gossip and t

Adam's POV "Thank you so much Mr Stone," A man's voice sifted into my ears through the landline.   "We appreciate all you have done and all you are doing for our orphanage. We are immensely grateful." "Don't mention, Mr Pearson," I mumbled. "If there is a lack, just reach out to Lillian and I'm certain she'll sort it out." "Thank you so much!"  Well that was quite enthusiastic. A very different mood from how I felt. The call ended and I heaved a sigh.   I was tired as hell. I knew I should have made Lillian handle the calls, but I wanted to hear about the children in the orphanage from Pearson directly. I needed to confirm that he cared about them.   It was sad that some orphanages took advantage of the children and used them to solicit money for themselves. It was simply inhumane. To deprive children on

Tom's POV "Sir?" My secretary poked a head through the office door, looking like she was playing peek-a-boo with a child. I raised my head to look at her, frowning at the look on her face.  "What?"  She gnawed on her bottom lip and it irritated me. I was too damned busy for someone who wasn't sure of what she wanted to disturb me. I had a gazillion things to do. And one of them included figuring out what to do with my jumpy wife.   Eve. I gritted my teeth at the thought of her. I was damned irritated. Two weeks and the woman was still a nervous wreck around me. It wasn't like I didn't particularly relish the thought of her being afraid of me.  The thought had a lot of merit and I quite liked it. However, it was getting me nowhere. I still didn't know who had told her about her father's death and where on earth she had spent those few days that she had gon

Tom's POV "Your wife looks happy to see me," Barlow chuckled and I frowned, looking at the doors that my wife in question had just fled through. She literally bolted out of her chair like I had set fire to her ass.   "She does?" I chuckled, turning to face Barlow.   The man literally had the face of a pig. Beady eyes, round nose and neck that was too thick and ridden with fat.   Once he had been one of the top dogs of the business world and perhaps he still was, but Barlow was only a ghost of his former self. That much was clear.   People rarely thought or talked about him anymore. Hell, I had totally forgotten about him until he showed up, dressed in some shiny wine suit that looked like it belonged in Vegas instead.   He always did have odd tastes. And a terribly odd sense of fashion. However his taste of bu

Madeline's POV "Oh my gosh, aren't they adorable?!" Mrs Stone cooed over the pictures of babies wearing superhero costumes that had been uploaded on the internet.   I glanced from the tablet in her hands, to the pouting faces she made at the images, then back to the tablet.   There was an urge. A deep seated urge to roll my eyes at whatever this ridiculousness was. But I couldn't risk doing that. I needed the woman to like me afterall.   She was the only hand I had against Adam. My only way to reach him. If anyone could make my dreams of getting married to Adam come true, it was her.   So I didn't roll my eyes. I stifled the urge, forced a smile on my lips and said in the most fluttery voice I could muster. "Oh my gosh they are! Look at that cute little green boy!"  "I know!" She squealed and swiped the pictures to