Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dumped the Scumbag, Now I'm Married to a Billionaire: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Asher’s POVI hated the way her face fell in disappointment when she saw me. I hated the frown on her face that caused her forehead to crease.I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and kiss the frown away.“Flower, I—”“My name is Ivy,” she cut in, her voice stern. “And I’m asking, what is this about?”I sighed, closing the distance between us. “If I hadn’t told the lie that Janine was calling for you, would you have come?”“You very well know I wouldn’t!” she spat in disgust and made to storm off, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me. “Don’t walk away from me,” I said through clenched teeth.Shock flashed across her face; she hadn’t expected me to react this way. But it was done—I was done playing the cool guy.She tried to wriggle free from my grasp, but I held firm. “Let go of me or—”“Or what?” I cut in.“What?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.I pulled her closer, pressing her against me. “If I don’t let go of you, what will happen?” I challenged her. “Seriously, t

MaxThe smell of fresh coffee hit me as I pushed open the door to the little café.Ivy was perched on a stool by the window, her shoulders hunched, eyes focused on her phone, scrolling, engrossed in whatever it was she was staring at.She didn’t see me walk in - at least, not at first. Well, she wasn’t supposed to. I had actually stalked her and followed her here.I crossed the room; there were only a few people in the café. The café was located on the top floor of a high-rise building, exclusive to top celebrities.I slipped into the chair across from her. She finally looked up, her gaze turning sharp, annoyed.“Ivy,” I said her name like it was the sweetest thing ever. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”She sighed, setting her phone down deliberately. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right?” Her tone was flat, detached. “What a surprise!” she exclaimed sarcastically, picking up a book on the table and flipping the pages open.I knew where she was going with this, but I wouldn’t give her th

Asher’s POVThe loud beat of the music in the club matched the pounding in my chest as I leaned in closer to Kat. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she shook her head at me.“This is a bad idea, Asher. A terrible idea,” she said, her voice sharp, piercing through the thrum of music and loud conversations around us.I folded my arms over my chest, trying to ignore the guilt gnawing at me from the inside. “You don’t get it, Kat. This can work. It has to work.”She gave me a look that could shoot daggers. “No, Asher, it doesn’t have to work. It won’t work. You’re playing with fire. Ivy doesn’t trust you anymore, and pulling some jealousy stunt isn’t going to fix that. If anything, it’ll just make things worse.”I shook my head, trying to drown out her words. Kat didn’t understand. She didn’t know Ivy the way I did. Ivy was too proud to admit it, but she was doing the exact same thing with that stupid photographer, Dexter.She wanted me to react, to fight for her. That’s why she was pa

Taylor’s POVThe dimly lit lounge was a haze of cigar smoke mingled with the sultry hum of jazz playing faintly in the background.Women clad in undersized lingerie and six-inch heels sashayed across the room, their movements slow and deliberate as they entertained the leering eyes of the men sprawled in oversized chairs.I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The dress I wore was exquisite, a deep emerald green that clung to my curves and complemented my eyes, plunging low in the back and high at the thigh.It was the kind of dress that commanded attention. My jet-black hair cascaded in waves down my back, and I wore the brightest red lipstick. One could never go wrong with red lipstick.I spotted him immediately. Don Mariano. The big man at the center of the room, surrounded by his cronies like a king on his throne. He was over sixty now, his face weathered and craggy, with skin the color of aged leather.His eyes, however, were as sharp as ever, dark and pene

Taylor’s POV“You had one job, Don Mariano!” I snapped, my voice bouncing off the walls in the empty room. The room had once been a garage but had been transformed into Don Mariano’s lair. I wasn’t supposed to know this place existed, but the Don had snuck me here a few times. “One. Simple. Job. Take care of Ivy. How hard can it be? We had an agreement. I didn’t ask you to start a gunfight in the middle of the city. Just one man and an acid bath. It’s efficient. It’s doable!” I yelled through clenched teeth.Don Mariano held up his hands in surrender and exhaled. “Taylor, listen to me. We tried. I swear we did,” he replied. His voice was calm and unbothered, which only infuriated me more. “But she’s not some second-rate model we can snatch off a street corner. She’s big, successful—”“I know who she is!” I interrupted, throwing my arms up in frustration. “She’s my competition! That’s why I asked you to deal with her! What, did you suddenly realize you’re scared of her security guards?