All Chapters of Stuck between the billionaires: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Did the frog prince later marry the girl?” Ivan asked as he bit hard on his bottom lip. His eyes widened, and he stared at Phoebe, who had read him a story. It was a very hectic Saturday. After Lucas left for work that morning, Phoebe spent the morning rehearsing for her upcoming music record as the first one had blown up in a matter of minutes. Mr. Steve said it was better if she dropped music back to back to gain recognition in the industry and so far, it has been going well, just as planned. She’d also done a two-hour vocal session with her voice teacher and since Marcy had taken the day off to see her parents, she was the one to cook, clean, and get Ivan dressed for the day. She'd just finished with that and decided to read him a story to pass the time. Smiling at her toddler who looked a little tense as he waited for her answer, his eyes popping out from their sockets like saucers, Phoebe couldn't help but be quickly reminded about Trevor. Ever since she pleaded with him

Phoebe was filled with dread as she stared at their main door, her heart throbbing against her chest like a feral beast. Was she dreaming? Her subconscious wondered but she knew it was nothing of that sort. Clutching her heart tightly, Phoebe expelled a slow breath to relieve herself, but it did nothing to help, the woman's last words resounded in her ears. As much as she didn't want to believe what she said, her words were true. Even though Lucas had proved himself to be harmless and a loving man to both her and her child, could she say the same about his family?Ever since she returned home, Phoebe had noticed Mrs. Cory acting in ways she could only describe as strange. There was this thing about her smile especially while she played with Ivan that made her uncomfortable. At first, Phoebe had thought it was her mind playing tricks on her but Annie pointed out, confirming her suspicion. Since then, she has rarely allowed her close to her child and looked for ways to keep him away.

Liam smiled as he placed the almost empty cup of coffee down, fishing out his phone from his pocket.Standing beside Phoebe, he shot an eye towards the outside, nodding slightly.“Here it goes,” he announced as he pulled Phoebe closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist in the process. An inaudible gasp escaped her lips as she shot Annie a look, but then the woman continued to stare at them with a faraway expression. She tried to move in an attempt to create a distance between them but it seemed his grip on her was firm. A clicking sound was heard as Liam took a picture. “Thank you Sasia, you don’t know what this means to me,”Releasing her from his hold, Phoebe exhaled as she forced a smile on, her eyes hurting from the pretense. “You’re welcome,” She said. “And it’s Mrs. Reid. I’m married with a child.”Phoebe wasn’t sure why she’d said that but a part of her felt like he was hitting on her and she didn’t want him having any ideas. “I know that,” Liam nodded. “But I would r

Phoebe blinked once, then twice and even when his form didn’t disperse into thin air like she’d presumed it would, she still felt it to be her mind playing a trick on her. Did he just…? Did he deny being his son’s father? Her subconscious queried her as she clutched her purse tightly, a lump forming in her throat. Why? Why did he do it….even when he had the right opportunity to spill out the truth to him? What was he up to? As much as she felt surprised by his action, she was also filled with relief as her thudding heartbeat relaxed, her shoulders slumping in relief. Her eyes met his for a nanosecond before he broke the eye contact, turning his attention to the toddler who’d stopped crying and was now staring at them with his brows jammed in confusion. “Don’t listen to any rumors? Lucas is your real father,” he said, ruffling his hair. “And you don't have to be sad, I can always be your number two, okay?” He chuckled, his eyes crinkling rather too tightly. Ivan smiled as his ga

The bathroom door creaked open with a hiss of steam, and Lucas got out, water dripping down his body into a towel that hung dangerously low on his waist. With another towel, smaller than the first, he dried his tousled wet hair, his nostrils picking up the scent of lavender and honey. His eyes lifted, and a smile tugged the corners of his lips upward as he saw Phoebe, curled in the middle of their bed, dressed in his oversized gray shirt. Her legs were stretched out, her bare thighs peeking beneath the hem of the material, while her hair spilled over the pillow in messy waves. Phoebe smiled as she caught his eyes on her, her gaze stealing peeks of his bare chest. “Is that my shirt?” He asked, snapping her out of her daydream as twin shades of pink glued to her cheeks.“Uh-huh,” she replied, averting her gaze while she flipped her hair to the side, exposing her thin fair neck. The shirt’s collar hung loose around her collarbone, the sleeves draping past her hands and hiding them. Sh