Semua Bab THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE : Bab 31 - Bab 40

BRIAN'S POV CONTINUES We arrived at a small wooden cabin, with two rooms and basic furnishings at Singapore in the city of Yishun. The living room only had two couches directly opposite each other at the left end and the living room was about five square meters, with a four person dining table to the right. Opposite the dining room was the entrance to two bedrooms, whose doors were directly opposite each other, separated by a little lobby. I took Blair to the bedroom on the right, which had a one hundred and twenty centimeter size bed, covered in white beddings. Steven occupied the other room, and I quickly freshened up, meeting him in the living room twenty minutes later. He was sipping a cup of hot beverage, and he immediately handed me a cup, as soon as I got out. I took a seat opposite him at the dining table and took the beverage, feeling very refreshed. It was a small, square, glass table, having one chair on each side, leaving the occupants of each side not very far apa

BRIAN'S POV CONTINUES We were barely a minute drive away from the penthouse, when it went up in flames. I was shaken to my bones in shock and Steven manned the wheels. “What just happened?” I kept looking back at the burning penthouse. It was far away from town and no house could be found within a thirty mile radius. Steven was so calm and collected, and I couldn't begin to wrap my head around how he wasn't awed by the incident. ‘Why was Stacy there? Why did she let us go, after being the very reason we were trapped?’ These questions worried my heart as we drove back. The entire reason for John Dowey hunting me was still the most crazy thing I had heard in a long while, and I wasn't quite delighted that he was burning in the explosion. I needed him in custody, I had lots of questions for him and also needed more information from him about the family background. We never really grew up with any family in sight so I couldn't trace my father's background and I needed to validate

BLAIR'S POVI woke up on the plane, feeling a bit dizzy. I barely had any memories, and my head ached terribly. It took a couple of minutes to recollect my last memory; a drink from Brian. ‘Were we still on the trip to Singapore?’ ‘Damn! How long was this trip?’ I gathered myself together, getting out of my seat, walking back, where I heard voices arising from. I found a tall, fair lady, with brown, bouncy hair and a banging shape from behind, sitting beside Steven, in an opposite direction. The legs of a man sticking in between her opened legs.‘Please, don't be Brian,’ I prayed, even though Steven's fearful look confirmed my suspicion. She had her breasts in his face, covering it, but her face was bent towards his and they appeared locked in a kiss from my view. “What is going on here?” I asked.I struggled to stay coordinated, so they didn't notice how shaky I was. I also struggled to process a million emotions at the same time. The sting of betrayal, rage, the pain of a h

BRIAN’S POV I drowned in guilt, unable to forgive myself for causing the loss of my child. ‘How could I ever face her?’ ‘How do I live the rest of my life with this guilt?’ ‘Was I supposed to keep this a secret from her? How long could I do that?’ Blair was never going to forgive me for this, if she ever found out. I couldn't even forgive myself, how could I expect forgiveness from her? I was a monster, just like my father, I wasn't any different from him. Doing anything to have my way and not thinking about the effect on other's feelings. It was bad enough that she woke up and found me in Stacy's arms, and now she had to deal with the fact that I had cost her a baby. I left the room, not able to face her, even in her unconsciousness. The innocence of her face reflecting the purity of her heart stung my selfish heart. I walked from one end of the small garden in the hospital, to the other end of it, soaking in my guilt and the shame of my actions. It felt like the end of the

BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wasn't sure where I was off to. Thankfully, it was a luxurious resort and had very few people roaming the halls. My vision was blurry from the tears welled in them and I only managed to get myself to the bar. It was a large and serene place, and also had a pool at the other exit. I wasn't a consumer of alcohol but was willing to do whatever it took to take my mind away from all the chaos around it. “One shot of your best drink,” I ordered, sitting on the high stool at the counter.The bartender was prompt in his response and he soon gave me a shot. I held the cup in my shaky hands, as I dread its consumption. I was hesitant about my decision. “Want to do that together?” I heard a thick, male voice behind me. I turned around to a six foot tall young man, with brown skin and a muscular structure. He had neatly cut black hair and pink lips sitting on his finely shaped straight face and sharp jawline. He was a work