บททั้งหมดของ Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Sheila's POVI slowly walked around the living room, the phone pressed against my ear as Andrew’s grandmother’s warm voice filled the line. I could almost see her sitting in her favorite chair, a gentle smile on her face as she spoke. “Sheila, my dear, I just spoke to a very good friend of mine who happens to be one of the best event planners in the country. She'll be coming with her group of experts to help you plan the company gala so you won't have to stress yourself too much.” she said. “You’ll be in charge of managing them, and they’ll take care of the rest.”I hesitated, my fingers tracing the edge of the couch as I sat on it. “Grandma, I’m not sure I’m the right person for this. It’s such a huge responsibility, and I’ve never done anything like this before. What if I make a mistake? What if I screw things up? I wouldn't want to disappoint you and Grandpa.”Grandma chuckled softly. “You’re worrying too much, Sheila. I have complete faith in you. The experts will handle the tech

Phoebe’s POVI paced around my room, my heart pounding with frustration. The phone rang in my hand, and I anxiously waited for my mother to pick up. When her voice finally came through, I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer.“Mom, I can’t take it anymore. Please convince Dad to come and get me out of here,” I blurted out, my voice trembling. “Antonio doesn’t care about me. He parades his whores around like I’m nothing. He brags about how they satisfy him well and often compares me to them. I’m tired of being treated this way!”My mother’s voice was calm on the other end, almost too calm. “Phoebe, you need to calm down. Leaving Antonio isn’t an option right now.”“But why not?” I felt my throat tighten. “I can’t live like this anymore! Don’t tell me you can’t convince Dad. He listens to you; talk to him! I can’t believe you would leave me to suffer here all alone. Please, Mom!”Tears stung my eyes as I pleaded with her. At first, I was mad at her for supporting Dad, but now she w

Phoebe’s POV(Warning: Mature content 18+)They gently pushed me onto the bed, Sherry climbing on top of me and positioning her pu**y against mine."I want you to feel and enjoy the pleasure," Allison commanded, her voice firm. "Don't think about anything else—just enjoy it.”Sherry began to move, grinding her pu**y against mine. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was foreign, strange, but undeniably pleasurable. As she moved faster, rubbing against me in a circular motion, I felt heat pooling in my core. I found myself grabbing her waist, instinctively grinding back, lost in the rhythm.Allison joined in, grabbing my breasts and sucking on them, sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned, the sound surprising me as much as the intensity of what I was feeling.I was so over the moon as I had been sex starved for quite a while now. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Sherry switched positions, placing me on top of her."I want you to give me maxim

Phoebe’s POVThe bedroom door crashed open with a loud bang, shaking the walls. Antonio stormed in, his face twisted with anger. I had never seen him like this before. His eyes scanned the room quickly, and I could feel his rage even before he spoke.“WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO FUCK HER?!” His voice was like thunder, filling the room and making my heart jump. Sherry and Allison, who had been lounging on the bed with me just moments ago, leapt up as if struck by lightning. Their faces drained of color, and their hands shook as they grabbed at their clothes, desperately trying to cover themselves. I watched them in confusion, not quite understanding why they were so scared of him.“Master, please!” Allison was the first to speak, her voice trembling. She couldn’t even look Antonio in the eye. “It’s not what you think. Phoebe, your wife… she said she wanted to learn how to please you, so we… we thought we were helping.”Sherry, still fumbling with her shirt, nodded in agreement,

Andrew's POVI nearly tripped over my own feet as I burst through the hospital doors, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it might shatter my ribs. I was literally gasping for breath, and sweat slicked my forehead, dripping into my eyes and blurring my vision. I must have looked like a madman, my suit wrinkled, shirt half-untucked, and my tie hanging loosely around my neck.People stared as I staggered through the lobby, their whispers barely registering in my mind. All I could think about was Evelyn—where she was, and if she was safe.“Killian! Where’s Killian?” My voice cracked as I shouted at the nurse behind the reception desk. Her eyes widened at the sight of me, clearly startled by my frantic state, but I couldn’t afford to care about that. “Where is he?”The nurse fumbled with the computer, her hands shaking slightly as she typed. “Dr. Killian is in his office, sir,” she stammered, pointing down the corridor.