บททั้งหมดของ BILLION WORTH WIFE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CHAPTER 22Sophie ..A loud bang on the table startled me awake. My eyes fell on Mr. Beckham, his hand planted on the table as he glared at me, his eyes burning with rage.“My office now,” Mr. Beckham commanded, his voice sending a scorching heat down my spine. My heart pounding in my throat, I rose to my feet unsteadily, and I trailed behind him down the corridor. Every step felt like a hard labor job as fatigue stiffened my limbs.For the past week, it felt like I had been waking up on the wrong side of the bed every morning as I battled with morning sickness. But today, it was like I woke up on the worst side, as the symptoms were merciless. My hand subconsciously wrapped my stomach as it churned brutally.Even after finding myself in a deep mess, I still struggled to keep my eyes open. Entering the office, I closed the door behind me with trembling hands.Mr. Beckham settled in his swivel seat, his critical gaze still burning with the same intensity. “I’ve noticed you’ve not be

Sophie..Alex’s eyes kept dancing between mine and the road. It had been thirty minutes since we left the bustling city, now replaced by a serene environment dominated by small buildings and trees. The silence lingered, occasionally breaking Romi’s laughter whenever she saw a funny video on her phone. I turned my head away from Alex, facing the window, counting the trees and buildings, attempting to suppress the nausea brewing in my stomach. Also to distract myself from his dominative presence that slowly soaked into me. His cologne, unlike others, didn’t assault my nose.A subtle warmth jerked me back to reality as Alex cupped my hand, his eyes still fixed on the road. His big hand completely swallowed my hand, making it feel small. Masking the soothing warmth with a frown, I attempted to pull my hand away, but he responded by tightening his grip. “Resist again; I’ll be cuffing you to me. Then we’ll be stuck for the whole day.” Alex turned and winked at me before gazing back at

Sophie ..My legs trembled as I descended the stairs; cramps held them captive. I had thrown up multiple times just this early morning. The nausea relentlessly churned in my stomach, and my eyes felt heavy like I hadn’t experienced sleep in my entire life.Entering the kitchen, my weary eyes fell on Luca. His athletic frame was clad in a well-ironed white dress shirt. The sleeves were short, exposing his toned arms. As he lifted the mug to his lips, his biceps flexed subtly, hinting at a strength that was impossible to ignore. Despite my physical discomfort, a spark flickered in me.“Good morning.” Luca greeted me, his eyes darkening in a sultry manner as they lingered on me, tracing my frame.My heart palpitated as I ran my hands across the black skirt that hugged my curves like it was the last day on Earth. “Is something wrong with my outfit?” I questioned I hesitated to put it on, but I loved body-hugging clothes. For someone as petite as me with hips as my only prominent featur

Alex . . My desk was cluttered with paperwork and business proposals, some with the most ridiculous idea that wouldn’t amount to anything. I have a meeting where I’ll have to sit and listen to people who have no clue what they are doing. Yet my biggest irritation was the two tiny torturers in my palm. I stared at the pills in my hand as though they were challenging me. I haven’t even swallowed it yet and my stomach had already begun protesting. Not only was it a drug, but it also had to be green and white—I had no issues with the white, but the green was an eyesore. I wanted to toss it into the bin, but I hadn’t taken it for some days. Even when I took it home two days ago, they remained untouched With a frown, I swallowed the pills, feeling my throat tightened as it journeyed down. Without a knock, the door opened, and Benjamin strolled in. He flopped onto the sofa and prodded his legs on my table. I picked up my pen and tossed it at his legs. “I leave my office to atte

The Sophie ..“How can I help you, Ms. Sophie?” Mr. Beckham questioned, his voice cold, squeezing every warmth out of me.“I..I. I have something to say,” I stuttered, my fingers erratically pinched at each other.Mr. Beckham dropped his pen on top the file on his desk. He leaned back, his eyes still burning.With every second that passed, the air kept thickening, suffocating me. I searched for the determination that I had before entering here—it was nowhere to be found. I had thought I could convince him not to fire me, but he wasn’t in a good mood—my apologies would likely fall on deaf ears. This was my first job; losing it could jeopardize other prospects. I didn’t have enough money to support myself and my baby, and I couldn’t keep burdening Luca like a leech. But then there was Fred. For the same reasons I wanted to keep this job, which is the same reason why I can’t keep up with his demands.My heart palpitated. The walls began to cave in on me, but there was no place to hid