The Billionaire's unexpected Love Affair のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWOALEXANDER I was now in my room, trying to take in what Sally had told me. The whole drama back there. The rage in Sally's eyes. It was possible that she was telling the truth, and at the same time, it was possible that she was being misled to believe that what she was telling was the truth. I knew that I would be glad to realise that the child in Beverly's womb wasn't mine since I would easily cut all ties with her and be with Sally without any interruptions. I suddenly remembered that Sally spoke about the video of what happened the day I was accused of fucking Beverly. I wondered if she now knew the truth. Were we cool right now?I sighed deeply and leaned backwards. It didn't matter, after all. Sally couldn't trust me. Instead, she went ahead to confide in the person I hated the most in this world. Someone that she shouldn't be seen with. I wasn't sure what was going on with her. I only took a glance at her soured face and walked out of the ro

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOURBEVERLY I just walked out of my room when I heard Sally whimpering softly. I stood by the door and listened to her footsteps as they steadied into her toilet. I could hear her puking, and I also heard her stagger out of the bathroom.I walked away from her room hastily when I noticed she was already coming out of her room. I placed my finger in my mouth and bit it gently. I hoped that it wasn't what I was thinking. I hid behind the pillar and watched Sally as she walked out of the house lazily. I shook my head and walked back to my room. I quickly dressed up and walked out of the room. I went straight to Peter's house. I was fuming in anger when I walked into his house. I never knew Peter would be so stupid to have done something as extreme as going to report me to Sally. How dare he go ahead and tell her everything, ruing all the things we worked so hard to build. I stormed into Peter's room, only to meet him seated on the couch in his sitting

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIXALEXANDER "Can we meet up for a few minutes? We have a lot of catching up to do."That was Diana over the phone. Or rather, my mother. I rolled my eyes and hesitated for a while before I finally spoke up. "What for?" I asked. I didn't care about her feelings. I cared more about mine. I was still hurt, and I wanted her to feel that I was hurt. I wanted her to know how I felt and to feel the pain. "Alex, please," she pleaded. "I am your mother, and I want us to catch up. I want to get to know my son. I want you to...""Mom, you know that this would have been avoided if you had done all of these things long ago."There was a pause for a while before she finally spoke again. "That's why I'm trying so hard to make you see the truth. To make you understand that things would have worked out better, but not in the way you think it. I want you to see that everything is not about what you think or feel.""Fine."I finally agreed to meet my mom. We agreed

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHTSALLYWhile Alex and I were discussing it. I heard footsteps outside the door. I felt the presence of someone around. I knew that it was Beverly who was eavesdropping. I decided to go out and show off. "I need to grab a drink," I told Alex as I stood up and tried to walk out, but Alex grabbed me and pulled me back. "Hold on," Alex told me as he held me back. "I would get you water instead." "I'm craving," I lied to Alex. "If you get me water, I wouldn't be able to take it because I may no longer want it. I don't even know what I want. I'd find out once I get to the kitchen."Alex pecked my forehead before letting me go. I stood up and walked out of the room. Immediately when I opened the door, I saw Beverly standing by the door, and she quickly bent down and screamed. "Ahh!"I stared at her as she held her toe, crying out in pain. I scoffed. She was only being dramatic because I caught her red-handed eavesdropping on us. She was trying to cove

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTYALEXANDER My eyes opened widely, and my mouth was also widely opened. I stared at the picture in disbelief for a while. Clinton noticed that I was shocked, so he moved even closer to me and stood beside me. He dipped his head into my phone. He furrowed his brow and faced me. "What is the matter?" He inquired. "I... I... uhm... have a look," I told Clinton. I lost my voice trying to explain to Clinton what was going on. He took my phone and stared at the same pictures he sent to me. His brows were still furrowed, which meant that he didn't even realise what was going on. I wondered how Clinton wasn't able to recognise the man in the picture, even though he had sent it to me. "Go through the documents," I told Clinton. Clinton began to go through the documents, and his eyes widened. I was no longer as angry as I was when I walked into the office. My anger had been replaced with shock. How the fuck did this happen? The son of the victim who died d