Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLION WORTH WIFE: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Alex.. The rolled-up car window muffled the bustling city’s noise. But, the announcement from the car stereo didn’t let me relish the little quietness I could afford. “Turn off that noise.” A scowl traced my face, the leather squeaking as I adjusted on the chair. The driver obliged and in no time silence stretched across every corner of the car. I tilted my head, my gaze cutting through the tinted window. With all the many thoughts cramming my head, it was hard to take in the view of the city. My phone rang devouring the calmness of the car. My head snapped to my phone lying on the car seat. My stomach ought to twist in guilt as I saw the caller’s name, but here I was—empty. Reaching out for the phone, I picked up. “I’m very sorry, I should have let you know….” I massaged my forehead, my fingers ran through the crease crested on it. My mother cut me off. “You forgot…” her voice, dull and as though something had sucked everything out of her—my predicament did suck o

Sophie..I laid—my stomach against the bed, my legs kicked the air. Alex’s words clung onto my mind as the stars to the dark, shrouded sky. ‘Daddy is back home.’ His words echoed in my head, and a shameful flush swathed™ cheeks.I had a lot of work to do, but attention had fled from me. My mind constantly slipped to the way his eyes glinted. It’s been hours, yet my chin still burns, remembering how his fingers felt. I buried my head in the pillow, my muffled grunt brushing against the silence. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about another man. So many questions unanswered. I wasn’t a fool; I already had an idea of the kind of relationship I had with him. But what happened between Alex and I and what happened between Alex and Luca, I just couldn’t find out—at least not on my own. “Where is Liam?” Luca’s voice came from the other end of the door.“Asleep,” Palma responded.As soon as Palma’s footsteps faded, a sharp rap against the wooden door interrupted the stillness in my room.

Sophie ..His cedarwood scent teased my nostrils, and a treacherous warmth filled my lungs, one that couldn’t be from the office. Alex leaned in further and further. “When am I getting your portfolio?” His voice dropped sinfully low, and the gate of hell opened, flooding my veins with its lustful breath. My body tightened as his fingers trailed my face to the curve of my neck, the hair on my skin reaching for more of him.“Today,” I stuttered, retreating till my back pressed against the door caging me between him and it.I swear I did fight—fought to not feel the intoxicating effect he had on me, fought to chase this unwelcome warmth that tortured me. But damn was it hard; I felt myself failing at every attempt. Slinking closer, he lowered his head. Alex’s eyes drifted across my face as if he were taking every detail of my features. My heart drummed—I barely recognized the beat it played.Luca’s warnings replayed in my head, like a fire alarm. But like a kid hypnotized by the fla

Alex..Guess today wasn’t going to be a good day. First, that brown-eyed bastard, now her. The heat in me refused to be extinguished, no matter how many breaths I had inhaled. I just had to run into him immediately as the side effects of the medication wore off. I trod to the underground parking lot. My eyes scrambled to the rows of cars parked on both sides as the heavy thuds of my footsteps tainted the silence. After passing six cars, my eyes finally landed on Mia leaning on the trunk of a red Porsche that matched the red A-line gown she wore. “Surprise.” A wide grin played on her lips as she stretched out her hands, the car key dangling from her fingers. My frown deepened as I approached her. Mia’s smile fell as I gripped her and pulled her closer to me.“What the hell are you doing here?” I gritted out, hot breath running out my nostrils. She was supposed to be in Manhattan. But immediately after Sophie left my office, my mother called and informed me Mia was in San Franc

Alex ..Friday came, and so did Benjamin. His footsteps echoed off the wall of the almost empty office. “This place is bigger than the one in Manhattan.” Benjamin’s eyes darted around the office. “Is this going to be the new headquarters?” He dropped on the second Nuck Buck seat. “This chair is so much better too.” He placed the bottle of whiskey on the table. Shutting his eyes, he leaned into the chair. I didn’t know if it was just me; he was quite verbose today. I dropped my metallic ballpoint pen in the paperwork before and steered my weary eyes to him. “Nope, I doubt that.” Benjamin’s eyes scoured me, and an arch formed on his brows. “You look like shit.” He flashed a one-sided smile. “Are you having beef with sleep?”I knew I was a total mess—the dark shadows that encircled my eyes, my eyelids had dropped to the depths of the abyss—but I didn’t need anyone stating it out.I drew the whiskey closer to me. “Sleep is the one having beef with me.” I have been having a hard tim