Lahat ng Kabanata ng Choosing My Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Of all the things he could have possibly said, that surprised me the most. He liked me a lot more because I'd sent his parents out of the room? And he'd said that, right in front of them. Wait a minute. He liked me a lot more…That meant he liked me before, didn't it? I shook my head, pushing the thought out. I sat on the bed, my legs now too shaky to support me. "What?" I asked, almost at the same time his parents asked the very same thing. Gloria smiled down at me again, reminding me she had told me the truth. He shrugged and turned to them. "You come into my house whenever you like and try to run everything. Let me remind you both that you contributed absolutely nothing to this, not even a cent, so I don't understand why I would make a specific rule and you will break it." "So we no longer deserve respect as your parents simply because we didn't add to your immense wealth?" his mother asked, sounding and looking so pitiable. "Don't try that with me. It won't work. I'm only s

He left the room without letting me speak. I remained on my knees on the floor, angry at myself and everything else. So I wasn't going to see Kayden when he woke up, just because of a stupid party I hadn't even enjoyed being at. Scratch that. The only reason I couldn't see Kayden was because I was married to the most unfair man ever. He had the right to disappear for days with no explanation, but I couldn't leave the house without his permission. He didn't even like me. What did he need me around all the time for? Or was it part of what was stipulated in that stupid contract? A contract nobody had even given me the privilege to go through and approve. Feeling a sudden rush of anger, I stood up and pushed down the TV which hung in my room. My hands were shaking. I felt like a child throwing a tantrum and I was sick and tired of being treated like a child. However, pushing the TV had felt good. I began to throw things and break them, not even caring about their value until my room

I woke up with a throbbing headache that wanted to split my head in half. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was seeing clearly. The white-colored walls with medical supplies everywhere only meant one thing.I was in a hospital. I winced in pain as the last events that had occurred returned to me all at once. My father calling out my name, Gloria begging me to open the door and Davis not giving two fucks whether I lived or not. But then, what was I doing in a hospital, connected to an IV tube? And why did my head feel like it was going to explode? "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just didn't want you to leave. I promise I'll never let that happen again. I'll make it up to you. I just can't lose you..." A memory…I wasn't so sure. Davis could never say those words to me, even if I was unconscious and he thought I was dying. Maybe my brain was just replaying what it thought I wanted to hear. The door swung open and the familiar-looking doctor came in. She smiled when she

I followed after him, trying to ignore the crippling anxiety that nagged my entire being. I was limping, in pain, and tired, but I didn't stop following after him. He didn't even turn to see how I was faring and I rolled my eyes, recalling how he'd given everyone the wrong impression he cared. Something told me I wasn't going to like what he would show me but I followed him regardless.The driver from before was waiting for us, this time in a red Lamborghini that looked so out of place in this dreary hospital. People were watching from all over, some even peering from their windows to see us. I was self-conscious, but the quicker I got out of there, the better it would be for everyone. "Hello, my lady," the driver said to me as the back door opened automatically. I smiled at him in response and got in, sitting as close to the door and far away from Davis as I could. I closed my eyes as we drove out of the hospital, the image of Kayden in his bed with a blank look haunting me. He nee

I held his stare, unable to look anywhere else with his hand firmly holding my chin. I swallowed, unknowingly parting my lips slightly when his eyes slowly dropped to them. His forefinger lightly brushed against my lower lip, softly massaging it. His eyes remained glued to them, as if he was only just discovering them then. Looking up at his own slightly parted lips, I wondered what they would feel like if I touched then with my fingers. Or with my mouth. This man was the reason I'd almost died. There was no way I was even remotely imagining kissing him…"When was the last time you ever kissed anyone?" he asked in a low voice and my eyes popped open. The question was sudden, an inquiry about a private part of my life. I didn't want to answer, but the way he'd asked it made me want to tell him whatever he wanted to hear. "I don't remember," I said honestly. Sure Kayden and I had kissed a couple of times, but ever since his sudden sickness, that had permanently become a thing of th