บททั้งหมดของ Secret Billionaire Heiress: Ex-wife Returns : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"Are you ready...woah!" I turned with a beam on my face. "How do I look?"Uncle Pete's expression read of awe and admiration, it didn't feel weird at all. Rather I felt satisfied that the group of stylists I'd called had done a marvelous job. "You look like you'll make the men have a cardiac arrest and the women go green with envy." He complimented, proceeding into one of the rooms of the mansion I'd just acquired with his help.That had me laughing. "Thank you, uncle Pete. You look dashing in that suit as well."He really looked good in his custom-made suit. Even at fifty two, the man looked really handsome. The strong, attractive genes ran in their family."Ah, come on." He waved away my compliment.I shook my head, knowing he was a bit...I wouldn't say shy but he wasn't really the type to care about his looks or the compliments given on his features.I was so grateful for him. These past six years he had been wit

"Uncle Pete?" Jared rushed to meet us before others could come to us.After his speech and the commencement of the events of the evening, everyone wanted to talk to the CEO of Astra-Z. "Hello, Jared. It's been a while." Uncle Pete greeted as casually and as warmly."You..." He began but caught himself, realizing there were eyes watching."You were saying?" Uncle Pete urged.I stood beside uncle Pete, quietly watching the drama about to unfold. "We'll talk later, uncle." He decided.Uncle Pete nodded and went on to attend to other guests wanting his attention. I sipped my champagne, ignoring the fact he was literally standing close with Mia who would not stop giving me the sneaky stink eye.It didn't bother me, just amused me.Then I remembered. "Oh yes, Jared. I believe you saw the note I dropped on your desk that day." I brought out my phone from my purse. "I'll need your account details so I ca

MIA"You have to talk to your husband, Mia. I need this partnership." Dad sounded aggravated.I heaved a weary sigh. "Daddy, you do know Jared is not the CEO of Astra-Z.""But his uncle is. Come on, princess, that company is the biggest and most influential in the country right now. I've done my research and even discovered they have other branches outside the country." He let out an angry grunt. Dad had a short temper that could blow up if he wasn't getting what he wanted. "Do you know what that would do for my career? Moreover, he's now friends with the President. I hear that the President has taken a liking to him. I need that sort of connection.""So what do you want me to do? Chain my husband and beat him up until his uncle agrees to partner with you?" Annoyance was already seeping into my voice."Sarcasm isn't helping your father right now, Mia." He deadpanned."Mom, aren't you going to say anything? What does Daddy want me to do?" I turned to my mom who sat quietly, watching b

MIA"I-I thought you were dead." I was still finding it hard to believe this was Jerome. There was this change in him yet the identical resemblance to his brother was the same. He was in every way like Jared; the black, full hair, sterling grey eyes and a left-sided dimple. Even same height and build. But he wasn't Jared. I didn't know how I could tell the difference. Maybe it was because I'd known them both almost all my life...at least until Jerome disappeared."That's what they wanted you to think, baby." He came to stand before me, trailing his index across the left side of my face. I moved away from his touch. "Where have you been all these years?"He studied my face. "Here and there.""They said you died in prison." Jared and their mother had told me this.But why? Six years ago when he'd called me, I'd refused to believe it was him. Even after getting married to Jared, he would still call on many days. I never picked because I didn't want to believe it was him. Also, most

"Doctor, is she going to be alright?" Uncle Pete asked the young man who looked to be in his thirties with cool nerd glasses as he approached us. "She's in a critical condition. She's going to undergo surgery to remove shards of bullets detected in her stomach. Also, she seemed to have been tortured badly. Some of her organs are in desperate need of repair before they become damaged." The doctor divulged importantly.Blood drained from my face. Despite the many tears I'd shed, more still filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks. Critical condition. If she was this way, then how would I ever know the situation or location of my children? Who would do this to me? Elisa had said, just before she went unconscious, that 'she had them'. My hands were stained with her blood but in that moment, it didn't matter. Who had my kids? She. Who was the 'she' that would hurt me this bad? Who