All Chapters of I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Living The LieLisa's Pov Three days had passed since Lucinda's shocking announcement. My parents were over the moon, treating me like royalty. After all, their long-lost daughter had finally returned. The news had spread like wildfire, and I couldn't escape the headlines: "The Thompsons' Long-Lost Daughter Found."I had to admit, it was surreal. Everything was going smoothly. The DNA test had confirmed my identity, and the drama with Damian had died down. I'd even seen articles about how he was showering his wife - or rather, Lucinda - with love and gifts.Lucinda was living her best life, and for some reason, I was enjoying the lie too. I didn't have to worry about Sophie or James anymore. Damian seemed happy, and I thought, why not? Let Lucinda live my life.But deep down, I was worried. What if she took everything? What were her plans? I still had no idea, and I hadn't had a chance to snoop around her house - my house - to plant a chipToday was the perfect opportunity. Mom and I

At Thousand OaksDamian's Pov ***The day of Lisa's disappearance***I called out to Lisa, desperation creeping into my voice. "Lisa, wait! Please don't do this! I can explain!" But she was already gone, vanished into the crowd. I could see the hurt in her eyes, the betrayal etched on her face. My heart sank, feeling like a piece of me had been ripped away.How could this have happened? One minute I was trying to protect Lisa and our marriage. I wanted everything Freedman had been saying to be wrong, and the next, I was standing in front of her, holding Lauren's hand. It looked bad, really bad. I knew I had to fix this, to make Lisa understand.I turned to Lauren, my anger and frustration boiling over. "I shouldn't have trusted you," I snapped, jerking my arm free from her grasp. "You knew how much my marriage meant to me. How could you do this?"Lauren looked taken aback, but I didn't care. I was too busy trying to process the mess I'd just made. The media was closing in, sensing a

Handling the Press Damian's Pov The next day, I pulled up to our house, Lisa by my side. We'd just been discharged from the hospital, and I was looking forward to getting her home and taking care of her.But as we turned into the driveway, I was greeted by a sea of cameras and reporters. The press had descended upon our house, eager to get a scoop on our supposed divorce.I felt a surge of frustration, but Lisa just smiled and took my hand. "Don't worry," she said. "I've got this."We stepped out of the car, and the reporters swarmed around us. "Lisa, Damian, is it true you're getting a divorce?" one of them shouted.Lisa smiled sweetly and held up her hands. "I think there's been a misunderstanding," she said. "We're not getting a divorce. We just had a little disagreement, that's all."The reporters looked at each other in surprise, and I could see the disappointment in their eyes. They'd been hoping for a juicy scandal, and instead, they were getting a love story."But what about

Trusting my gutsDamian's Pov I walked out of the bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts. Something was off about Lisa's behavior, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me.As I made my way to the living room, I couldn't help but think about the piece of paper I saw on the bedside table. What was it? And why was Lisa being so secretive?I sat down on the couch, trying to gather my thoughts. I knew I had to trust my instincts. I'd been with her long enough to know when something didn't feel right.And this didn't feel right.I pulled out my phone to dial Freedman's number. But my phone rang…I glanced at the screen, Speak of the devil."Hey, man. What's up?" I answered."Hey, Damian. I need to see you," Freedman said, his tone serious.I raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?""I'd rather show you in person. Can you come to my house?" Freedman asked.I hesitated for a moment, wondering what was going on. But Freedman's tone told me that this was important."

Disappointed Lisa's Pov I removed the finger I had been biting from my mouth, my anxiety growing with each passing second. "So, what did he say?" I asked Freedman, my voice trembling.Freedman's face looked more concerned now. "It's nothing," he said. "He's not picking up his calls."My heart sank, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. "What?" I exclaimed, tears dropping down my cheeks. I made a silent prayer in my mind, pleading with God to keep Damian safe."Try again," I gestured to Freedman, my eyes fixed on his phone.He did, but this time, the phone said "switched off"."He should have been here by now," I said, pacing around the room. "But why does it say switched off? I said, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "Has Lucinda done something to him?"My heart skipped a beat at the thought.Freedman tried to reassure me. "I'll try calling Lisa," he said.I gave him a look that said, "Oh, really? You don't believe me?"The call dialled for a few seconds, and then Lucinda