Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLION WORTH WIFE: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Alex..Our footsteps echoed off the walls on the thirtieth floor. The floor was dedicated to restaurants and shopping malls. The air, musty and stale, and dust had inhabited every surface it could find. I wondered what I was paying the cleaners for. The plumber and I trod towards the commercial kitchen in one of the restaurant spaces as there was a report about some pipes leaking. I leaned on one of the walls that were predominantly stainless steel. Crossing my feet, I pointed at the other wall across me. “The pipers are behind that panel.” The serviceman pulled out his tools from his work bag and strode to the wall. After observing, he slipped into work. With a screwdriver, he began losing the screws.My phone beeped, and I reached for it from inside my suit pocket. A reminder popped up: meeting with Mr. Yang. I pinched at my nasal bridge. I had forgotten about that. For a man who had an impeccable memory, forgetting important things was something I couldn’t get used to. I hea

Alex..“How did the meeting today go?” My mother’s voice came from the other end of the call.My wet hair clung to my face and the nape of my neck as I came out not too long out of the shower. “Don’t you trust your son?” I plopped on the light beige sectional sofa in the left corner of the bedroom. “I closed the deal.” I swirled the wine glass before I sipped the red wine.A smack sound slipped into my ears, and I could tell she had smacked her forehead, and now I have to wait for her nagging. “Are you still drinking?” Frustration crawled up her tone. “The doctor said you should cut down on your alcohol. But anytime I call you, you somehow have a drink in your hand.” “That’s not entirely true.” With my other hand, I adjusted the rope on my black showerrobe. “I don’t drink at work,” I added.“That’s because it’s not completely furnished yet. I’m even surprised you haven’t got a fridge yet.”I smiled. “Red wine is good for your health. So worry no more. I am safe.”My mother let out

Sophie ..Three days had gone. Liam was back in school, I was back at work, and Terry... Well, Terry had been blowing up my phone with apologies, acting overly concerned, like one wrong move and I’d snap his neck.The aroma of brewed coffee filled the office as soon as Terry entered, his footsteps intertwining with the video’s sound coming from Phoebe’s laptop. “Sophie, your favourite coffee is mocha, right?” Terry questioned, placing the white coffee cup on the table with a soft thud. A simple logo of a cup of steamy was imprinted in black on the brown sticker wrapped around the cup. “This is the best coffee around here. In fact, in San Francisco.” He held a coffee in his left hand and adjusted the glasses perching on his nose with his right hand.I held the coffee cup up. “Bee’s coffee.” My eyes darted between the cup in my hands and Terry, wondering how he knew my favourite coffee was Mocha. I barely drank coffee around here as I went to the restaurant Luca had taken me to for m

Sophie ..I felt like a piece of sh*t. The smack sound of my hand against my head echoed off the walls of my room. “Oh sh*t,” I muttered, my voice rough and coarse. I threw myself back, my spine straight against the chair. How do I face Luca? I didn’t even make any attempt to stop him. I remembered the question he asked: If I wanted him to stop? My stupid tongue said nothing. I smacked my lips with my index finger. But then it suddenly lingered on my lips, tracing it as I remembered the feel of his lips on mine. How they hungrily ravaged my mouth, tasting every corner. A pleasant shiver shot through me, tightening my chest. My eyes without my will closed, and images of him dashed in. His voice rolled over my skin, his hands—his strong hands—that picked and pinned me to the desk. My hands went to my hips. The place where he had touched was still burnt; it was like he had carved himself on me. My thighs tightened, and my body quivered as it remembered his touch, his feel. A soft m

Sophie..The sun had woken after a long hours of sleep, but I hadn’t. Not when Luca had not returned or even answered my call. I cursed my feet for standing still when I should have moved and stopped him. My alarm convulsed as it rang. If only it knew I didn’t need it to wake up. I lurched out of the bed and trudged to the bathroom. After a shower, I slipped into a corporate outfit and headed to the dining area. The aroma of toasted bread filled the walls, intertwining with the sunlight that slipped through the windows. “Mummy, good morning,” Liam greeted before sipping the last drops of the beverage.“Coffee?” Palma asked as she took the cup from Liam. “Have you heard from Luca?” I questioned, smothering Liam’s head. She shook her head.I faced Liam. “I knew I broke my promise again last night. I will read the book tonight.” I drew in a long breath. I stared at the envelope casing my contract I had placed on the dining table. “Are you done with breakfast?” I questioned Liam as