All Chapters of The Billionaire's Bargain Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Melissa tapped rapidly on Damian’s strong hand which choked her throat. Her eyes turned red as they grew broad in her sockets. Damian let go of her neck curtly and she hit the wall with a thud. “You dare ask me if I am drunk?” Damian growled, pointing back at his chest. "You are accusing me, Damian, I don't know what you are talking about,” Melissa uttered, her voice etched with annoyance as she leaned in with her hands clenched.Graveyard silence filled the room as Damian glared at her with a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. The way Melissa shot back at him looked too good to be true. “Damn it!" Damian uttered, breaking the anticipation which hung in the air. He would have fallen for her corny acts if he didn't have proof. Melissa would have successfully blindfolded him if the doctor wasn't caught and tortured to talk. Damian took a deep sigh offering silent thanks to Mark who helped him come to the light of everything happening in his life. He felt his eyes welled up as he blink

Over the days, Damian didn't relent in trying to right the wrongs he did. He approached Sophia at different times but her hatred and ill-treatment of him kept escalating and her heart still hardened toward him.He had been drinking himself to a stupor hoping and praying deep down in his heart that Sophia should at least give him a second chance. If she could give him a second chance, he was ever ready to prove his love to her, love her like he never did, and cherish her more than anything precious to him.Sophia on the other hand got tired of his proposals and her anger kept flaring up like a bush set ablaze anytime Damian came her way. Damian sat on the rooftop, his grasp around the neck of the bottle of strong alcohol tightened as he sat with his face frozen and his eyes staring blankly into the atmosphere. Over a week since Melissa was sent to jail, Damian hadn't gone to work. All he did was to be at home, trying to let Sophia see why it wasn't completely his fault. On the floor

Sophia stood in front of the wide mirror, her brown eyes frowning back at her from the mirror as her sullen face from the mirror etched with emotions. frowning at herself one more time from the mirror she adjusted the round neck of the black gown she wore, the sternness of her face surging on. When she was done with applying a red lipstick on her lips she turned and strutted to the bed, her clicking stilettos on the cold tires taking over the silence atmosphere in the room. She perched on the edge of the bed, her hand grasping her purse and she flung it open, her hand tucked in it simultaneously with her gaze searching for something. The calm sound filled her ears like a wall clock ticking as someone knocked on the door. Sophia's frowning gaze starred in that direction and the intensity of her glaring gaze reached a higher climax in the blink of an eye. Her eyelids knitted together and her lips pinned together in a straight line as her heart throbbed with anger. Her heart tightened

Damian stood in front of the door, his hand grabbing his waist as he sighed in frustration, his faded gaze staring at the door. He had been standing there for more than thirty minutes since he arrived. He knocked countless times but no reply came from within. He sighed in frustration, cringing his head, ‘Could it be that she doesn't want to see me again?’ He mused. He raised his head, “I know she is in there," he muttered, his finger pointing at the door then back grabbing his waist. Authur, who stood beside him after listening to what he said after a while said, “I don't think so Boss," he uttered calmly with a lace of concern in his voice. Damian turned to Authur hastily, his face turned red, “Then where is she?" He barked, "What did she want me to do before she can soften down a bit?” Authur stood like a servant before the king as he listened to Damian’s outburst having no words to say. Indeed it was heart-wrenching when all Damian’s efforts yielded fruitless results. No matt

Damian lounged on the couch in his chilly sitting room. His eyes drooped and his hair was disheveled from the constant ruffling of it. He sighed in frustration then his heart continued to rise and fall as he breathed. His heavy breath filled the air.His faded eyes darted around in the spacious room languidly, his heart restless as he yawned to get the answer to the one thing that troubled his heart. He had gone to broadcasting stations, live shows, newspapers, and magazines yet none of them couldn't give him a positive result after the publication he made at the various places. Even though he was frustrated, and had been having sleepless nights all night, he never backed down in searching and sending Authur to keep on investigating and gathering information. He still went further, telling Authur to get experienced people no matter the cost just to get him positive and heart-relieving news. “I don't care how much it will cost me or how long it will take me. All I know is I am going