บททั้งหมดของ Choosing My Billionaire Husband: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

I stood next to the car and stared as my heart race quickened, watching everything unfold like it was not my house, but the house of someone else.. There was so much going on, so much commotion. The grim faces of everyone on board was a clear indication that something terrible had happened here. I left just little over an hour ago, leaving only Gloria in the empty house. When did this happen? What if something bad had happened to Gloria, I thought, as my heart race quickened to a point I thought it would pop out of my chest if I didn't quell my curiosity. I knew why I was hesitant to find out. I didn't like the way Davis was being interviewed by those men. My mind was painting the worst scenarios and it wasn't helping at all. What if he had done something to her? That was absolutely impossible. Davis did not look like a guilty man, but he never did even when he was. I didn't see Gloria anywhere and at that moment, my eye caught some movement in the ambulance. The door opened and I

"This is the latest one,” Quinn told me as I started to read the News.‘Crazy Ex: Murder or Sui**de?' the caption read. "A few hours ago, it was reported that Vera Monroe ended her own life right in front of the home of California’s own billionaire Davis Monroe, who happens to be her ex. This occurred just a few days after the CEO’s estranged wife returned and it is not far-fetched to suspect the competition pushed probably pushed his ex trophy girlfriend to her limit. Exact details are not known of how exactly it happened or which part of the house she was in when it happened. Davis and his wife have refused to provide any context whatsoever and have been reported to have released the guards who are the major suspects in this case. It is difficult to ascertain if truly, our society’s beloved Vera was really nothing but a ticking time bomb with mental issues or if our city’s most powerful man is hiding something. After all, this wouldn’t be the first time he has tried to cover up som

"No,” I muttered, blushing like a fool. I was a little worried by how excited I was about all of this. He spun me around and looked in awe as I turned, like he was only seeing my body for the first time. “You’re literally perfect,” he praised, licking his lips. Emboldened by his praise, I clung to him and began to kiss him deeply and he didn’t try to stop me. I lifted my leg and he held it to his side, pressing into me so I could feel the hard evidence of his erection. I don’t know how long we made out in the open, but a while later, I still couldn't get enough of him. There had to be something in the air outside that was making us so wild. We tumbled in the grass, holding onto each other and rubbing bodies under the watchful eyes of the sun, yet it didn't feel weird. I didn't feel the least bit ashamed. With him next to me, I was just so convinced nothing terrible could possibly happen. Suddenly, he froze and when I asked him what was wrong, he simply got up and asked me to joi

I don't know how long I stood there for, watching my husband bleed to death. Why couldn't I do anything? Was this what I inwardly wanted? Was his wickedness so bad that I actually wanted him gone? Of course not. I had reached a point where no matter what he did to me or no matter what I found out about him, I couldn't bring myself to hurt him on purpose. Maybe he had lied to me and tried to hurt me, but seeing him in this position only made me feel worse than I had felt when I read the contract my father gave me. Slowly, the blood returned to my face and I could move my body. I crouched down to his level and touched him. I didn't know what I was supposed to do at this point. I never learned CPR and I didn't know what to do when someone was in this position. His head was still bleeding and the gash that had been caused by the glass plate breaking on his head was really deep. “Davis, I'm sorry,” I whispered, even though I knew he couldn't hear me. I couldn't believe I had done this

Before I could say anything in response, my phone began to ring. I saw it was a call from Kayden and I froze. I let it ring and go to voicemail, because even though I was mad at him, I could still remember what he had done to me and I wasn’t sure I wasn't ready to face him yet. “Who was that?” my father asked, craning his head to look into my phone. “No one,” I said quickly, reducing the volume of my phone and placing it in my bag. “You asked how we can know for sure whether Kayden was the reason I lost my baby or not?” I asked him, giving him a chance to take back his words. He looked away. “It may not have been him. The baby may have already been weak…i don't know how these things work but…” “I just told you he kicked me repeatedly on the stomach and I started to bleed. You're telling me I should believe the kicking had nothing to do with me losing my baby?” I asked, now more disappointed than ever. Even if he was being forced to do this, what could be at stake for him to say su