บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Drake POV.Today will be a special day for me and also a hectic one. It's the day of my company's dinner party, and also a party to thank everyone for their hard work. I sprayed my perfume on my body, dressed my hair a little and smile, I don't know if Valerie would be coming, but at least I need to leave a good impression on myself, I would be greeting and meeting different people around the world and those I would convince investing more in my new company. I brought out my phone and texted Alexander to get my car prepared immediately.I sat on the bed while waiting for Charlotte who was still in the bathroom. She has been there for about ten minutes now, and I wondered what she was doing there. As though she read my mind, the bathroom door opened and she walked in. She was putting on something sexy, as if she was going to a club rather than a dinner party, “What are you putting on?” I asked.“I'm wearing my cloth, babe, or do you want me to take it off?” She seductively walked close

Valerie's POV.I stood surprised in front of Charlotte, I don't remember telling her I was pregnant, and I'm sure Ron wouldn't do that, Jasmine doesn't even have any connection with Charlotte, so how did Charlotte find out that I was pregnant? And here I was, thinking it was something else, Something that Charlotte doesn't want Drake to know that might destroy her image. I had no idea that she was trying to prevent me from telling Drake about my baby, But why? Why should I ask that? Of course, she doesn't want Drake for find out that I'm pregnant for him because she doesn't want to be left in the dark, She is afraid that once I tell Drake about my pregnancy, He would come back to me, But I don't think it would be possible, Drake doesn't love me, he never loved me, I was only used when he needs me.“How do you know about my pregnancy?” I asked, curiously. My mind won't rest, if I don't ask her this question, if I don't know how she got to know that in pregnant. If no one told her about

Ron’s POVValerie's eyelids flickered open, and the room began to come into focus. The familiar smell of antiseptic and the whiteness of the hospital greeted her senses, but it was me, seated beside her bed, that held her attention.“Ron… “ she whispered.I kept my eyes on her, wide, and I held her hand gently in my own. Once her eyes opened, the relief that crossed my face seemed to soften the hard lines of worry etched there. Leaning closer, with my voice soft and low, I said.“Valerie… thank God you're awake." I mumbled, glad she is okay because she’s my leverage against Drake.Valerie tried to smile but it came out as weak, almost just like a twitch of her lips."I…it's so difficult. What…where do I even start?" murmured Valerie in a hoarse voice. The words lay heavy upon her, it was as if each one drained her considerable effort. For a moment, she fixed her eyes on the ceiling.I held her hand softly and told her to go on. "Take your time, okay, Valarie? I'm right here with you.

Drake’s POVI held a tight grip on Ron's collar, fueled by the shock and rage boiling inside me. The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway buzzed very faintly, casting a sterile light above my head.Ron was looking directly into my eyes, not flinching at all when I pressed him hard against the wall in front of him. The unsaid words in the air hurt so much."Who was the father, Ron?" my voice was low, ominously controlled, mere inches from Ron's face. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, my mind racing with a thousand possibilities, none of them making any sense. "Tell me, damn it!"Repulsed, Ron winced as he loudly tore free of my hold on his collar. Then, like a spring loosed, he leaped back before taking a pace backward to arrange the creases from his shirt, and not for one second did he take his eyes from me."You don't need to know a thing about Valerie," Ron spat venom in his tone. "Not now, not ever; you never gave a damn about her, So don't come here demanding answer

Valerie’s POVI was sitting perched on the edge of the hospital bed, my face a mask of confusion and despair. My bawling red eyes, eyes that cried so much, were stuck looking on the floor, trying to make sense of what had come out previously. As Ron stepped in through the door, my eyes turned to him, now hopeful and not quite so skeptical anymore."Ron," I said softly, my voice was shaking. "You said something about Charlotte and her plan, that she's somehow involved in this. What do you mean by that? Why should I think this isn't just more speculation?"Ron sat beside me, his expression somber. "Valerie, it's hard to believe, I know, but I'm sure of what I'm about to tell you. Charlotte did confide in me. She did have a plan, an agenda that she wanted to carry out to confirm her position and eliminate any threats to her future with Drake. The miscarriage was part of her greater scheme.".My face scrunched up at his words. Charlotte told you of her plan. When was this? Why would she