Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Drake's POV I stood by the window, my gaze transfixed on the sun's descent into the western horizon. Warm rays caressed my face, soothing my frazzled nerves as the gentle evening breeze rustled the curtains. My tense muscles began to unwind, releasing the weight of worry that had been bearing down on me.As the sky transformed into a kaleidoscope of oranges and pinks, I felt a fleeting sense of calm wash over me. But beneath the serenity, a nagging unease lingered. Charlotte's disappearance still bothered me, and the passing hours only intensified my anxiety.With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window, my eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. The silence seemed oppressive, a constant reminder of her absence. I had gotten the police department informed and they had promised an effective response before the end of the day and I was just yet to receive any news. Still lost in thought,I didn't hear a soft knock on my door untill my door gently creaked open. A maid wa

Drake's POV Rage and anger wrestled within me. Why couldn't Charlotte say the simple truth and spare me the agony. Her evasiveness fueled my frustration.“ Give me one candid reason why I should believe that you are not related to that little girl?.” Charlotte's eyes darted away, avoiding mine. She crossed her legs and her shoulders squared in self defense.“ I have repeatedly told you over the phone, Drake . I am not related to the little girl." Charlotte emphasized,her voice firm." Don't make this harder than it already is.” I threatened,my eyes narrowing and impatience simmered within me.“Why can't you just believe me Drake or is it Because Valerie told you about it or because you don't want to trust me." She questioned,her eyes narrowed down in curiosity.“ Don't twist this conversation Charlotte." I warned,my index finger pointing accusingly at her. “ But let me warn you.” I continued. “ If I find out you've been lying to me, I wouldn't hesitate to throw your things out of

Valerie's POV The Simpsons restaurant and bar. Located northeast of the City, luxurious and a wonder to behold.I stepped in. My jaw dropped, my eyes darted around quickly, taking note of the marvel before me. This was my first visit to the bar and I vowed to sightsee and check it out. Top-notch interior design,a sprawling display of premium drinks : wines, beers and ales and wonderful, warm and inviting lighting.The aroma of fine wine filled the air, teasing my senses. Soft music floated above the hum of conversations from the customers , adding to the warmth that embraced me.The bar was jam-packed, bustling with activities, every table occupied.On the east wing of the bar,sat Ron, his gaze fixed on the content in his phone, his expression intense.A shiver ran down my spine as our gazes met. He beckoned me over.I walked over and took a seat opposite him. As I sat, Ron's gaze didn't leave me,it seemed to bore into my soul. I fidgeted a bit,my palms growing sweaty. I looked aroun

Valerie's POV My eyes fluttered open,my gaze taking in the beautiful familiarity of my room. Something didn't feel right. My body felt immersed with overwhelming weakness. I sat up,a sharp pain jolted my entire body in response to my action. I looked at my wall clock. 4:09 PM. I palm-faced myself, shoo-in away the desire to sleep.How did I get here and why do I feel absurd and worn-out? Suddenly, memories of my time with Ron came flooding back like a tsunami: The awkward invitation,the bourbon and Ron's tricky plan.A displeased frown at my inability to control my intake of alcohol at the bar earlier today etched on my face. My cheeks become red as a tomato as humiliating and embarrassment flickered across my face.Someone cleared his throat, freaking me out. My eyes darted around until it settled on Ron who was seated at the West extreme of my room. Anger flushed my face “What in the name of God are you doing in my room?." I asked,my voice laced with fury.Ron chuckled nervously,h

Valerie POV I was taken aback, totally in confusion by Ron's statement. His words sent a shiver running down my spine.“ Your men are already on their way to abduct Charlotte?." I asked,my gaze broadening in sheer surprise. If Ron's men were already on their way, It only meant that he had prepared long enough for the operation for him to have dispatched his men into action a few hours after I consented. What is Ron's interior motive and what does he aim at achieving?Ron nodded,his lips curling to a slight sinister grin. His legs uncrossed and he leaned forward,his gaze intensifying.“ I hate to admit but It's too late to take back your words.” He uttered.My gaze narrowed on Ron but his expression remained impassive, making it hard for me to decipher his thoughts or know what he has up his sleeves.My expression darkened,my lips twitching. Dissatisfaction scribbled on my face,my lips wobbling for words.“;it's never too late to make a change is it?." I demanded. Ron shrugged."