Todos los capítulos de BILLION WORTH WIFE: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Sophie.. Alex recoiled, releasing me, he took a few steps back. “A son?” His brows shot up and a few crease lines ran across his forehead. The instant he freed my hands jetted to fix my skirt. Tucking my shirt back into my flare skirt, I replied, “Yes, a son.” Alex inched back again until he leaned against the other wall of the elevator. “A son with that man.” His reddened face turned pale as his eyes widened, but quickly he schooled his expression. A muffled snort escaped me as I straightened my spine, brisking my hand across my outfit. I had no idea why he reacted that way. “A boy,” he said with a reflective tone. “Congratulations.” His tone lost the earlier vibrance it had like sadness had weighed it down. Alex turned and pressed the button that had a “G” engraved on it. He rubbed his hand against his trousers. The faint crisp brushed against the stretched silence. The yellow lights appeared somber as the air ladened with unease. The walls of the ele

Sophie ..My eyes flew wide open. Beads of sweat trickled down my face as I lurched up to a sitting position. It was the annoying dream again. It’s been a week since my encounter with Alex in the elevator, and since then, I have been having this dream about us doing stuff—sexual stuff. Sometimes, in my dream, we would have sex in an unfamiliar house. But this time, it was in the elevator—the elevator he had pinned my hands to.I raked my hair back as I let out an exhale. My thighs were as wet as my face. With a heavy heart filled with guilt, I sprang up to my feet, brushed my teeth, had my bath, slipped into an outfit, and scurried out of the house. After a while, I parked my car in the car park and brisked towards the entrance. I wasn’t late—not even close to being late, yet I walked as though I was. Maybe I was trying to outrun the lingering feeling, the one birthed from the dream.I slipped into the elevator and pressed the button. The doors slid closed, and the hum drilled into

Sophie..The air hung, heavy with tension. I cleared my throat, a futile attempt to scratch the itch there. The sharp cracking sound drilled into my ears. I couldn’t answer it. The answer always sounded absurd in my ears whenever Luca said it. So I left the question, perching in the air... unanswered. Titling forward, I picked up my cup of coffee and sipped from it, and my eyes darted around the restaurant. Alex slipped back into the chair. His fingers resumed tapping on the table, and his eyes did not attempt to look anywhere but at me. “He doesn’t love you enough too.” Alex probed further, and a mocking smile tainted his lips. A heat gnawed at my chest, and my grip tightened around the knife. “That’s not the reason.” My eyes rested on the pancake as different thoughts occupied my mind.“Then tell me, I’m all ears.” The taunting smile persisted on his lips. “Cause if I were the one, I would have put a ring on your finger.” His eyes locked onto mine, and his blue orbs sparkled.

Alex..“I heard you found Sophie.” Shooting a puzzled look, I raised a brow and sat back on the seat. I rummaged through my mind in search of who could have possibly told her. Only Benjamin knew, and they certainly didn’t have the kind of relationship where they shared information. Mia slipped into my mind. She was the other person who knew. A frown walked its way onto my face. “Are you still in touch with Mia? I rested my fingers on the table. The warmness seeped through my fingertips. My mother tilted her head back slightly as she sipped her red wine. When she placed the wine glass back on the table with a soft clink, her eyes sliced at me. “Someone has to keep tags on her so she doesn’t do anything stupid.”“You don’t have to do that. I have it under control.” I furled my fingers around the wine glass. “You barely go there.” My mother gave a dramatic eye roll as she puffed. “Wasn’t I that informed you she was in San Francisco?”My fingers tightened around the stem of the wine

Sophie..“Done.” The final click echoed in the office. “And sent.” Phoebe flashed me a smile. My eyes widened. “Sent?” I pulled the laptop closer, and my eyes fell on a large green checkmark icon displayed against the white background of the screen. “Yep.” She popped the p, and she faced her laptop.“But I didn’t make any changes. You know, to make it look like my work.” I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as a salty tang filled my mouth. Turning to me, Phoebe shrugged it off. “You were here as I edited it, and you saw me editing it.” She raised both brows.I pinched my nose. “Yes, I did. But I wanted. You know..” My tongue tied as I tried to explain it. I should have made the touches as she was editing it. “Thank you.” “You are welcome.” Phoebe returned to her work. “Which floors are you designing?” I questioned. “From the ground floor to the twenty-fifth floor. You?”“From the sixtieth floor to the seventieth floor.” Phoebe glanced at me. "Oh, you are the one design