The Billionaire Crazy Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

BELLA A granddaughter? Who were they kidding? The idea of giving them a child, especially when their son was a complete jackass, made my skin crawl. I couldn’t even picture David touching me, let alone starting a family with him. As I glanced at him, David casually responded to his mother, "Yes, we will soon have a daughter."My heart skipped a beat. Was he serious? My thoughts spiraled—had he forgotten this was all a charade? As I struggled to process his words, Mr. Copperfield’s voice broke through the haze."And how is Vivian?" he asked, his tone light, though the question hung in the air like a weight. "Why isn’t she here with us?"David’s jaw tensed. "She’s fine," he said, his voice flat, not bothering to hide his disinterest in the topic."You’ve always been like a big brother to her," Mr. Copperfield continued, his eyes resting on David. "That’s why I trusted you to look after her. Her mother asks about her all the time."Her mother? I blinked, confused. Why hadn’t I heard abo

BELLA I couldn’t tear my eyes from Veronica, standing quietly beside Mrs. Thalassa, her posture almost robotic in its obedience. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me out of the trance. Glancing at the screen, I read the message: We’re having a workers' trip.“What?!” The word escaped far louder than I intended. Immediately, I cringed, realizing I wasn’t alone.Mrs. Thalassa arched a brow, her lips curling into an amused smile. “What’s the matter, angel?”Embarrassment washed over me. A trip wasn’t worth screaming about, no matter how exciting.“We’re having a workers' trip,” I repeated, trying to sound calmer.Her smile widened, and her tone was laced with playful curiosity. “A trip, hmm? Then we must prepare. Let’s make sure you have everything you need.”I blinked, surprised by her sudden interest in fashion. Mrs. Thalassa could outshine any designer, no doubt, but her attention to me was unsettling.The day turned into a whirlwind of shopping. By the time I returned home, exha

DAVIDThe anger simmered within me, a deep, restless rage. Who dares disturb my moment of peace? It was the one thing I absolutely loathed. Just as I was about to kiss Bella, lost in the warmth of her body, a loud knock on the door shattered the moment.I swung the door open, ready to unleash my frustration, and found my assistant shifting nervously, eyes wide with apprehension. The glare I shot him could make most people cower.“Sorry, boss, I didn’t mean to disturb your—”“Disturb what?” I interrupted, my voice sharper than intended. My patience was thin, fraying at the edges.“You have a visitor,” he said, barely above a whisper.My heart sank. The moment of intimacy with Bella faded away. “Who is it?” I demanded, irritation bubbling over.“It’s me,” a voice called from behind my assistant. I stepped aside, and there stood Mike, Lizzy’s younger brother. The sight of him twisted a knife in my gut. What was he doing here?Anger surged through me, memories of betrayal flooding my mind

BELLA The smooth, low timbre of his voice drifted over to me, sending a shiver down my spine. “Babe, come here.” Did he just call me… ‘babe’? I glanced over my shoulder, my pulse quickening as David’s gaze sharpened on me. My skin tingled under his intense stare. Slowly, I stepped away from Mike, drawn by an invisible force as David’s hand snaked around my waist, pulling me close with surprising strength. His grip tightened, and a sharp twinge made me wince. I tried to pull back, but his hold only grew firmer, possessive. “Why are you here?” David's voice cut through the room, cold and clipped as he stared down Mike, who only smirked, unfazed. “We aren’t enemies, brother,” Mike replied, his tone casual, almost taunting. David’s jaw clenched. “Who gave you the right to enter my office?” he demanded, his voice a low, controlled fury. Mike shrugged. “I used to come here all the time when we were close. Or have you forgotten our past?” David stepped forward with deliberate, almost p

BELLA“Gosh, I need to get this guy out of my head,” I muttered, half to myself, half to my friends as I scanned their faces for ideas.Dorcas raised a brow. “How about Painful Regret?”Before I could answer, Debby jumped in, leaning forward with a gleam in her eye. “No, let’s make it punchier. Something like Revenge on My Husband.”I nodded slowly. “Okay… I like where we’re going, but I still feel like we’re missing something.”Elowen, usually quiet, finally spoke up. “Why not My Lover Next Door?”“Wow,” I breathed, surprised by how creative they were. “You guys are brilliant. Alright, here’s what we’ll do: each of us will brainstorm our ideas. We’ll outline the plot, build out the characters, write some dialogue. Then we’ll share our progress in the group chat.”Debby raised her hand with a grin. “Where are we setting this?”“Los Angeles,” I decided, feeling a spark of excitement. “We’re going to make this script unforgettable.”Over the next two weeks, I barely slept. My mind buzze