บททั้งหมดของ Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Sheila's POV All eyes were on me as I watched Gwen sneering at me. I knew her song was about me, but it made me wonder if Andrew had someone else he loved before he married me. I had never asked him about it. Someone like him probably wasn't single before he married me, right? Did he have a lover before he married me? Did that mean everything he told my father at the study were just lies? Was I just a cover for him to see his supposed lover? Were he and his lover plotting to kill me? So many thoughts were running through my mind as I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. I didn't even notice when someone grabbed my hand, making me gasp. “Don’t read too much into what Gwen just sang, my dear. Trust me, she does more than this to people she doesn't like.” I turned and saw Andrew's grandmother smiling warmly at me. “I-” I didn't know what to say as I looked at her with a confused expression. “Come on, let's get out of here. Walk with me to the gardens.” His grandmother

Andrew's POVMy eyes widened in astonishment at the position I found myself in with Sheila. It was as if time froze and I couldn't move.She didn't pull away but looked equally shocked. To my surprise, the light kiss felt incredible. Her lips were really soft, and I could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. The whole atmosphere ignited an unexpected spark within me, a spark that felt so divine, but everything fell apart when we heard a scream.“Get away from my brother! Do you want to hurt him?” Gwen's voice boomed loudly.She quickly pushed Sheila away and helped me stand. “Are you hurt, brother? I hope you didn't get injured?” she inquired, then turned to yell at Sheila, “How can you be so clumsy?”“Gwen, that's enough,” I tried to make her stop, but she wasn't even listening.“Is this how desperate you are? This is the only scheme you could come up with?” She kept yelling at Sheila.“Gwen, I said—”“Eno

Sheila's POV"Mistress, your breakfast is ready," Anna knocked and entered my room. "Do you want it served here or-""I'll eat in my room, thank you," I replied.Anna sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. "What's going on, Mistress? Ever since you and Master came back from dinner, you hardly speak to each other. You've even stopped eating in the dining room just to avoid him.""I'm not avoiding him, I just prefer eating in my room lately," I defended myself, but Anna wasn't convinced."You even rushed back to your room as soon as you saw him coming down the stairs last night, and yet you said you weren't avoiding him?" Anna pointed out."How did you know that?" I asked, surprised.Anna chuckled. "I'm not the housekeeper here for nothing."Her tone suddenly turned serious. "Mistress, I know it's not my place to interfere, but whatever Master may have done to upset you, please consider forgiving him. He isn't per

Sheila's POVI waited in my room for hours, watching for the sun to set. I spent a lot of time thinking about how to trick Anna into letting me go to my father's house. With what I had planned, I believed it would work.When evening came, I went to the bathroom to freshen up and then headed to my closet to get dressed.I spent more than half an hour in my closet, overwhelmed by the sea of clothes, thanks to Madam Eliza and Madam Cruz. They had completely overhauled my wardrobe after dressing me for the family dinner with Andrew a few days ago, replacing my 'rags' with high-end designer clothes. As I sifted through the options, I struggled to pick one outfit. Finally, I grabbed what seemed like the most ordinary T-shirt and threw it on, ready to head out. Little did I realize, this seemingly simple T-shirt was actually the latest model from a top designer's new collection.As I headed toward the door, Anna appeared, as expected. Sometimes, I wondered if she and Alfred had secret doors

Alfred's POVI took a deep breath to push away the painful memories that flooded my mind and began to tell our story.“Elizabeth and I were a couple years ago, if it hadn't being what happened one night, we were supposed to get married, have beautiful kids, live normal lives just as we had planned and envisioned.”The atmosphere was eerily silent, and Elizabeth’s grip on my hand tightened. She was still nervous about Andrew and his men, so I gently stroked her hand to comfort her and continued.“Elizabeth and I had been seeing each other in secret. Her family wouldn't allow us to meet at night since we weren’t married. One night, while waiting for her by the river, I heard cries for help. I ran and found her cousin with scattered hair and torn clothes, so I rescued her and took her home. The next morning, I was dragged from my house by her cousin's angry family. They beat me in the square, calling me a rapist. I was stunned, unable to say a word in my defense. To escape their fury, my