Alle Kapitel von Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Kapitel 231 – Kapitel 240

Phoebe's POVI was bone-tired when I stepped into the house, my limbs aching from the endless hours on the road. The faint scent of stale snacks greeted me as I entered the living room. There she was—my mother—lounging on the couch, half-focused on the television, a bowl of chips in her lap.She barely glanced at me before asking, “Why are you back so soon? Didn’t you say the modeling job would take a week?”I sighed heavily, dropping my bag by the door. “Is Uncle Philip around?” I asked instead, needing to buy myself a moment to gather my thoughts.Mom’s brow furrowed. “No. He went out. Why?”I heaved a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed was to face Uncle Philip and his probing questions. I wasn’t ready for his wrath, not when I’d lost the modeling job—the one lifeline we had.“Well?” Mom pressed. “What happened? And did you at least bring some money? Philip’s already complaining about the utility bill.”I let out another sigh, this one heavier, more resigned. “Mom,” I started,

Sheila's POVDinner had been nothing short of perfect. The warm light of the resort’s restaurant bathed everything in a cozy glow, making the food and the atmosphere feel even more inviting. Mom looked content, and Simeon had a calm, genuine smile and a relaxed aura around him that was rare to see. It was almost easy to forget how chaotic life could be. “I’m really going to miss this,” Mom said, cutting into her steak. “Heading back tomorrow morning feels so sudden. I wish we could stay a bit longer.” She smiled wistfully, her eyes scanning the elegant surroundings. “Jeremy has been such a wonderful host, and the staff! They treated us like royalty.” I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. It wasn’t often that I saw her this lighthearted. This short trip really did a lot of good for all of us. “I have to admit, I had a wonderful time too,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “It’s been so long since I felt this… relaxed.” Turning to Simeon, I added with an appreciative sm

Simeon's POV The man ran as if the devil himself were chasing him. He darted through the crowd, his movements swift but not fast enough to escape me. My shoes slammed against the pavement as I pushed myself harder, my breath steady despite the exertion. Ramon, one of my men, was a few steps behind, weaving effortlessly through the chaos of the bustling event. “Cut him off from the north exit!” I barked, pointing toward a narrow alley where the man was heading. Ramon nodded and veered left, disappearing into the maze of pathways. The man glanced back, his panicked expression confirming my suspicion: he was guilty of something. He wasn’t just some random guy with a camera. I chased him through the winding paths of the resort. The noise of the party faded, replaced by the sound of his running footsteps. He ran past a row of palm trees and jumped over a low garden fence, trying to climb a short wall near the pool area. Big mistake.With a burst of speed, I lunged forward and grab

Simeon's POVThe people after Evelyn had taken Sheila. I had spent years trying to trace them, pulling every string I could. Each lead ended the same way—nowhere. These people were like ghosts, vanishing without a trace the moment you thought you had them. Now, Sheila was in their hands. The thought of it made my skin crawl. Mia’s tear-streaked face flashed in my mind, her anguished pleas for me to bring Sheila back when I had broken the sad news to her. I had promised her I would do everything I could to get Sheila back. But how? These ghosts had always stayed out of my reach. How was I supposed to find them now? Andrew’s voice broke into my thoughts. “I need to call Evelyn,” he said urgently. “If they have Sheila, I need to make sure she’s safe.” I watched him in silence, suppressing a wave of irritation. Evelyn’s safety mattered too, but right now, the trail to Sheila was growing colder by the second. While Andrew paced and dialed her number, I began contacting every resource

Andrew's POVIt was almost laughable. If someone had told me a month ago… No, that was too far. If someone had told me a few hours ago, that I’d be sitting at a table with Simeon, planning something as critical as a rescue operation, I would have laughed them off. The idea alone sounded strange. Simeon and I—working together? Impossible. And yet, here I was, doing the exact same thing I swore would never happen. It was quite ironic because this was the same man I had painstakingly plotted to ruin, gradually gathering resources to strip him of everything he had. And now, he was my unlikely partner, the only person with the connections and resources capable of tracking the location where Sheila was being held. Simeon sat across from me, his face impassive as he traced a point on the map spread out between us. "We need more men," he said matter-of-factly, his tone as cold as ever. "If we rush in unprepared, there is a high possibility that they’ll ambush us because it’s their t