All Chapters of The mysterious Billionaire's Wife; a lost heiress.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Mia POV)As we got to the guest room given to me that night, Elizabeth spring into action, gathering and packing up my stuffs. She didn't even say a word, her eyes only darted tho and fro around the room looking for what looked like mine. “So you still live as before?” My voice broke through the tensed air and tough silence “I thought the dazzling woman who looked expensive in designers attair had become better, not a down casted woman maltreated by her husband.”“Mai!” She held my shoulders, tight. “You know nothing, you can not measure the degree of my hardships, in wants and in wealth just because of you.”“Me?” I scoffed “you obviously never had intentions of looking for me, Mom. You literally refused to report him, your first husband and now this one treats you like a commodity, you pay for what you enjoy, even the life you breath.”She lifted her chin to my face, dropping the pile of clothing in her arms. “What do you mean!” Her eyes flickered with pain, I couldn't repeat my

(Robert’s POV)I felt more anger than relief as I stared at the files showing Richard’s corruption from eighteen years ago, corruption that had only grown stronger and kept him in control of Cop Multi Trade. His falsified networks to attract investors and his endless siphoning of company funds were laid bare. No wonder he had needed Elizabeth. She was the company’s financial secretary during Anita Cop’s reign.Mia’s glances at me were softer than I expected. There was a glint of surprise in her eyes as she stared at me. I wasn’t remorseful that I hadn’t warned her—it had saved her from death.Jake had called me when he waited and didn’t see Mia. I had flown into Los Angeles and lodged in a hotel. Surprisingly, I met Emily there, who explained how they had disguised themselves to enter the mansion, and how Mia was exposed after becoming confrontational with Elizabeth.Since I had sent Jake there under a threat, I hadn’t wanted to rush, but his message forced my next line of action. I t

(Mia POV)I wouldn't lie, the panic that shut up my lungs the moment Robert fell to his knees holding his head were second to none. I almost thought I had ran mad as well. This is a man I had promisde my self I wouldn't trust or allow my self to love yet, his pain tore through me like a knife, confusion erupted when he collapsed to the floor. Just before I could run out for help, my eyes met with Victoria’s gaze.She stood at the door way—startled, I don't know how long she's been there but the fear in her eyes says she had only came in. She quickly put a call through, she always know what she needed to do. And in seconds, Robert was carried out my hefty men to the car and then straight to the hospital.He remaind unconscious when inserted an IV, the doctor explained he needed blood transfusion and James was called quickly. I couldn't believe less when thier rare blood group made it hard to get a donor else where.I lowered my gaze as James matched into the hospital, his angry gaze

(Robert POV)The drive home was quiet, too quiet. Mia drove, and irritation brewed in me. Did she even know what she was doing? How could she accept a position that reduced her to nothing more than my errand person?She parked swiftly at the garage and helped me inside.I settled onto the cushion as she placed a glass of water in front of me. She was about to leave when I grabbed her arm.“Mia. I don't want you to do this.” I searched her face. It was unreadable.“I have to at least show my gratitude for all you've done for me.”“I never did such expecting a pay from you.” I countered. Her eyes locked on mine, carrying an expression I couldn’t name.“I need to set your schedule for tomorrow.” She tried pulling away, but I held her firmly and drew her close until she landed against me on the cushion.She tensed the instant her body touched mine. I felt her warmth. The distance we had kept between us was unbearable, yet every obstacle only tightened the pull. Her lack of trust gnawed at

(Mia POV)A sharp knock on my car glass startled me, making me wind down the window. The police officer bent slightly, lowering his gaze in my direction as he sized me up.“Good day, ma’am.”“Good morning, officer,” I muttered, forcing a smile though my pulse raced.“You’ve broken the rule by speeding above 190 km/h, and that requires a charge of $50.”“What?” My voice rose. “That’s ridiculous! I haven’t even gone half my journey.”“Yes, ma’am. Your ID please, and driver’s license.”Reluctantly, I pulled out the requested documents one by one. He scribbled something down, his pen moving lazily across the page, then slid a bill in my face as if mocking me. I hissed. This was painfully slow, every tick of the clock stabbing at my nerves. I almost felt like flooring the accelerator and driving off.“You’re free to go, ma’am. But always—”My tires screeched against the coated road before he could finish. I didn’t care what else he had to say. All I needed was the confirmation I was free t