All Chapters of WIFE TO A CHEATER BRIDE TO A BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

WILLIAM STONE “What’s the matter?” he whispered. “Don’t want to lose another girl to your lies?”I stared at him, blood roaring in my ears. “You leave Jasmine out of this,” I said tightly. “She has nothing to do with our past—she doesn’t even know. And there’s no reason to drag her into whatever twisted revenge game you are playing.”Judas chuckled. “No promises, little cousin. It’s just that…” His eyes glinted. “She is very… precious to you. That’s new.”I was about to respond when I felt an odd tightness in my chest. My heart began to race erratically, thumping in a rhythm that didn’t feel like mine.“What the hell did you do?” I muttered.Judas tilted his head with mock innocence. “What? Don’t tell me you drank that beer. You?” He clucked his tongue. “Well, I’m surprised. After all these years, after everything… you still trusted me?”My limbs felt heavier, and my vision wavered at the edges like the light in the bar was slowly dimming.“You bastard,” I hissed, trying to rise.“Re

JASMINE POV.“We started this arrangement on mutual terms. A fake contract for revenge on my ex-husband, Martin, and Kimberly.” I took a step closer, heat rising under my skin. “And honestly… I still don’t understand why you offered to help me through a contract marriage.”His head turned slightly. Just enough to let me know he was listening.“Was it because you wanted to control the situation? Or maybe humiliate me for how things ended between us in the past?” I asked. His brows furrowed, but he still didn’t say anything.“If that’s what this is about, please stop. I’m not that girl anymore. And truthfully, I don’t even care about your reasons anymore.” I folded my arms, holding onto myself a little tighter. “So here’s what we are going to do. We stick to the plan. The one we agreed to from the beginning. That’s why we are here in the first place. I said yes to this for one reason: to take back control and get revenge on Martin and Kimberly. That’s all.”I let out a breath. “So no m

JASMINE POV.Nathan gave the salesgirl a slight nod, and without a word, she turned and disappeared into a storage room behind the counter. Seconds later, she returned, holding a white box with a gold ribbon tied around it.“What’s this?” I asked, my brows pulling together.“Open it,” Nathan said, the corner of his mouth twitching in a soft smile.I took the box from the girl and slowly tugged the ribbon loose. The lid lifted easily, and I gasped.Inside the box was a limited-edition, hand-stitched white dress that had been sold out for weeks.“Nathan, this is…” I gasped.“Thank you,” he said, still smiling. I never got to repay you after my guest ruined your dress at my wedding .”“That was years ago,” I said, gently closing the lid. “And it was just a dress. You don’t owe me anything. Especially not this kind of dress. It’s too much.”“I don’t think it is,” he replied softly. “You have been through hell, Jasmine. The media tore you apart, and still… you carry yourself like you have

JASMINE STONE. The rooftop café was quieter than usual. Only a few tables were occupied, and a gentle breeze tugged at the edge of the white umbrellas. Kimberly was already seated, black sunglasses perched on her head like a crown, scrolling through her phone with one hand and sipping sparkling water with the other.She looked up when I approached, lips curling faintly. “No security detail today? I thought William kept you on a leash.”I slid into the chair across from her. “Good afternoon to you too, Kimberly.”She gave a dramatic sigh. “Let’s just get this over with.”A waiter appeared. I ordered a citrus spritz, ignoring the sharp way she watched me like she was waiting for a punchline I hadn’t delivered yet.“I have been thinking about what you said,” I said after a beat. “About your clients leaving.”Her gaze sharpened. “Are you here to admit that you are the one sabotaging everything?”“I might be a lot of things, Kimberly. But I’m not a liar. Or a thief.”She gave a bitter lau

THIRD PERSON POV. Jasmine paced the hallway like it might crack under her heels. Her palms were sweating, and the nerves buzzing in her stomach refused to calm. Lights were being set up downstairs. Cables were trailing across the marble floors. People she didn’t know were walking through the house with clipboards and coffee cups, adjusting their mics, and chatting like this was another day, but it wasn’t for her.This was going to be her first official appearance since the meltdown and five minutes from now, the journalist in her living room would get a chance to feed on her like she was fresh meat.It had all been rushed. A call made in a moment of desperation. A “yes” from the producers in less than an hour. Jasmine had expected at least a day or two of prep. Instead, she got four hours and a house full of people.Now or never, she had told herself. Own the story, or let it own you. She checked her phone again, and yet William still wasn’t answering His secretary had no idea where