Lahat ng Kabanata ng The mysterious Billionaire's Wife; a lost heiress.: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

~Mia’s POV~I woke up the next morning with my head pounding severely. Every movement felt like a war—I was heavy, tired, and dizzy. I didn’t realize I had drunk so much. But thinking back, last night had been fun-filled.We had gone out for a group dinner—Jake’s idea, of course. He sure knew how to bring people together. Since I joined the team, I couldn’t remember a single outing to celebrate even the smallest wins. Jake made even the most insignificant things feel important.It had been a good night—grilled beef cooked on the spot, liquor flowing, games and laughter echoing. I was still reminiscing about the evening when a knock came at the door."Yes, you can come in," I called out.It was one of the maids who cleaned my room. Her eyes were low, her tone always respectful—trained not to look us in the eyes."Good morning, ma’am. I’m sorry to have woken you," she said, slightly bowing."I was already awake before you came. So, go on—what brings you here? Do you want to clean? Well,

~Mia's POV~The doorknob twisted and opened before I could reach it, and Robert walked in with a tray in his hands. It seemed he had prepared the spaghetti himself. I had forgotten I left my cooking halfway because I was angry.I sat up, glancing at him as he walked over to my bed."I brought your food," he said gently, placing the tray down."I lost my appetite," I mumbled, but my stomach betrayed me, letting out a loud grumble as the aroma of the meal hit my nose."Hmm, it seems your stomach is saying otherwise," he replied with a small smile.I turned my head in embarrassment. Why would my stomach choose today, of all days, to contradict me?"Here, I prepared this myself. I came to your room earlier, but you were so busy with work and Zoom meetings that I didn’t want to disturb you."I was surprised. Robert had come to my room? Was I so engrossed in work that I didn’t notice?"I overheard your conversation during the meetings. Are you going to Los Angeles?" Robert asked curiously.

~ Mia’s POV~I got fed up with everything happening that same day. After storming out of the house in anger, I walked right into a heated scene at the reception desk where Mr. Silver was causing chaos.“Are you stupid? Get me Mr. James, you fool!” he yelled, banging the counter as the young lady at the front desk flinched.“Sir, please calm down. Mr. James isn’t in the office right now, but you can book an appointment with him,” she explained politely.But his anger only escalated. He slapped her.She staggered back, pain flashing across her face, anger surging through her expression. I rushed over to defuse the situation.“Stop harassing her, or I’ll sue you for workplace harassment,” I threatened the sixty-something-year-old man. He looked far too old to be acting this immature and disrespectful.“You? Robert’s wife, right?” he asked, glaring.“Yes. I’m glad you know who I am. So, you should know I’m not bluffing,” I said, standing tall and confident.“It seems Robert is teaching yo

~Mia POV~“Thank you so much, Jake,” I said as we got into the car, my voice lighter than it had been all day.“For what? I only wanted to lighten your mood,” he replied with a soft smile.“Well, it worked. I feel much better now,” I said, smiling sincerely.“Hmm... well, I deserve an award then, don’t I?” he teased, his eyes gleaming playfully.I let out a soft laugh at his silly tone. “Fine, I’ll treat you to lunch next time. The bill’s on me,” I said, placing my right hand over my chest in a playful pledge.“Woah! Last time, I remember inviting you to a fancy cuisine to discuss your contract. Now you’re the one talking about taking me there? That’s awesome!”“I loved that restaurant. It was my mom’s favorite place… They serve the best bait. We’ll definitely revisit it someday,” I said with fondness, my smile growing wider.But just as I relaxed into the moment, a sudden flash struck my face—bright and blinding. I turned swiftly. Three reporters were standing nearby, quietly snappin

~Robert’s POV~“Mia, are you alright?” I asked gently, knowing James had already stormed off. I still couldn’t process it—he had raised his hand at Mia, despite the promise he made to me. That betrayal cut deeper than the lashes on my back.The burning pain on my skin suddenly faded into the background. The real wound was inside—watching Mia tremble in fear because of him.She didn’t answer, just stared at me with tear-glossed eyes. I reached for her face, searching for bruises, some sign of injury, but her pain was deeper— It's emotional.Then she threw herself into my arms, crying.“I’m so sorry… it’s all my fault,” she whispered against my neck, and those words shattered me.I held her tighter as she wept on my shoulder, repeating the same broken apology. I said nothing—just lifted her in bridal style and carried her gently to our apartment. Once inside, I laid her carefully on the bed, like something fragile.“You’ve had a difficult day. Just go to bed, Mia… stop crying,” I murmur