Semua Bab The billionaire's Paper Wife : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Catching a sorry figure, with her eyes tinted red and her gaze lowered to the ground, Amelia walked down the streets; her posture slumped as she made steady but aimless progress down the sidewalk.The pedestrians were but a blur—a fleeting shadow of some sort as the day turned to darkness, the sun had set a while ago.She slammed into a person on the road.“S… sorry,” she muttered, turning only slightly in apology yet not meeting the stranger’s gaze.Hahhhhhh… She needed to get home, and yet she didn’t want to…Packing her bag, leaving her home and her sister to stay all alone without her. She didn’t want to do all that, and yet it was inevitable. Even if it was for a fleeting moment of a year, she would belong to the Hughes to do as told… act as told.Hahhhhhh… She really didn’t want to do all that.Amelia squinted her eyes, coming close to a brightly lit store, her gaze caught on the show glass, and her step faltered on the display where a rack of noodles of all kinds.On cue her s

“Hello Mrs. Amelia” A woman came out from among the seven. “I’m Carla Will, the head designer. It's a pleasure to meet you.” She reached for a handshake.“N-nice to meet you a-as well.” Amelia shook her hand hesitantly.Her heart cringed with uncertainty as a wave of intense unease built over her, having so many faces watching her, their gazes calculating. “Here, take this,” Mrs. Sims threw a few catalogs her way and Amelia caught them mid-air, her knees almost hitting the floor in doing so.She stood straight, her gaze drifting on the cover pages of each magazine.“These here are the designers” Amelia's gaze snapped back to Mrs. Sims, watching as she gestured to the lot of them in the parlor.“They will be responsible for your clothes, shoes, bags— every little thing you may need to look the part of the Hughes family’s daughter-in-law. Your underwear included.”Amelia looked down at the catalogs in her hands, she turned a page, gazing at shoes, bags, and outfits in different styles

Finally, she’d escaped! Amelia pressed her back against the bathroom door. Heart beating loudly in her chest, her legs gave out, and she crouched on the floor. What had she done? What had she said out there? Oh no! She wasn't meant to agitate him— hadn’t meant to. But he doubted her, questioned her, the very reason he'd not been awake when she’d been there to see him. Amelia let out shaky breaths. This was too much, and it’s only been the second day of this farce she’d gotten herself into. What would she do now?— Right! Amelia took out her phone from her bag. She had to call the chairwoman and tell her what had happened here. Dialing the number, the call went through. “Hello, Amelia.” “Ma’am,” a tinge of elation filled her voice, and it echoed in the bathroom. Getting up from the bathroom floor, she turned the shower on, flushed the toilet, and turned the faucet too; only then was she relieved enough to continue. “Ma’am, your son is here.” “I’m aware of that. Is t

Browsing through the intricate streets of these estates was no small feat for Amelia.Finally, she could breathe easily enough after putting some needed distance between herself, the mansion, and Dax.But… where was she? Amelia turned her gaze sideways, then at the path ahead.She could have sworn she’d come by here earlier.Right? No! She wasn’t sure, was she?“Damn it, I can’t get out. Why did this place have to be so massive?”It was nothing but a maze of roads and high-end gates framing another large estate.How long had she been walking again?It had barely been over thirty minutes or even more, and still, there was no sign of a cab or an exit out of the estate.At this point, it won’t be difficult keeping up with this momentum, with her thoughts out of the gutter of her mind and in the present, her problems were far back in her mind, which, speaking of, she’d just reminded herself once again. Dax. His mother. The contract. Was it right? Exploiting him like this?No. It wasn’t

“I presume that Jones already told you…” The chairwoman came closer, her heels clicking against smooth tiles. “About the merger?” “Yes, he has.” Dax tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair. “Apparently, in the past three years, Carl hasn’t stopped in his bid to sabotage my company.”# Hahhhhh. And to think his cousin would’ve stopped, with him no longer in the picture. The chairwoman came up behind him, gripping the arms of his wheelchair, she pushed him out the open door and into the night’s garden. “It’s nice you can find jest in this situation.” “Why, mother, should I cry and act all bothered about this?” Dax muttered, his tone flat. “We’ve known him to be this way ever since we were kids, This isn’t something new. Carl will always be Carl.” And besides, he didn’t have the time to worry about a cousin who didn’t know his place; besides, he was more interested in someone else. His wife. “This isn’t about your cousin banter anymore.” The chairwoman started firmly. “