All Chapters of WIFE TO A CHEATER BRIDE TO A BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JASMINE POV. I had just closed the bedroom door when I heard his voice behind me. “You did a good job tonight,” William said as he closed the door behind me. “Thanks.” “What would you use to thank me?” He asked in a low voice that made my spine stiffen I turned slowly. “What do you mean?” He tilted his head, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You know what I need.” I swallowed. “I don’t.” “Sex,” he said easily like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I blinked. “We said no sex, William. That was one of the conditions.” “Did you actually believe I was going to keep that rule?” My breath hitched. He moved toward me like a predator already certain of its prey. I stepped back, then again. I tried to speak, to ground myself in the anger I should have felt, but it dissolved the moment his eyes dropped to my mouth. “Stop,” I said, even as my body betrayed me. “Tell me to stop like you mean it.” God, I hated that I couldn’t. My back hit the wall. I hadn’

JASMINE POV. My phone beeped. “She has been terminated.”I stared at the message for a moment, then smiled.Kimberly took the bait just like I knew she would. Pinning it on Rina had been almost too easy; she was very observant and took her job seriously, so she had to go. She was getting close to sniffing out my secret assistant, but I couldn’t have that. With her gone, I will have to lie low until they become more relaxed.I slipped my phone into my purse and stood from the edge of the bed. The suit I wore hugged my body in all the right places: black, double-breasted, with a nipped-in waist and a neckline that left just enough to the imagination. I hadn’t seen William since that night when he had cornered me and given me one of the best pleasures. “Next time,” he had said calmly, “try not to act like you don’t need me.”I blushed, thinking of the memory. It had tormented me for the past few days, and worst of all, I wanted more of it, and I’m afraid that despite my pride, I would

JASMINE POV. “GET DOWN!” William screamed at me. My body froze. I barely had time to process what he had said before someone slammed into me. We both fell hard on the floor.William’s weight crashed on me, his arms braced around my head, his breath warm and ragged against my cheek. There was a split-second silence… then chaos.People started screaming and running in different directions. My ears rang, and my hands shook.“What—what just—” I choked, turning my head under him.“William…” I whispered, reaching up. My fingers brushed against his back, and it was soaked in warm red liquid.My chest tightened.“William, you are bleeding. You are bleeding…”“It’s nothing,” he said so casually. “Don’t say that,” I snapped, trying to wriggle out from under him. “You are hurt.”He didn’t budge at first like he was shielding me from something I couldn’t see. Then, finally, he shifted just enough for me to push up on my elbows.The back of his suit jacket was stained and soaked with blood.Oh

JASMINE POVI stirred the pot again and leaned in slightly, letting the smell of ginger, lemongrass, and slow boiled broth fill the kitchen. The soup was almost done and for once, my hands weren’t shaking. There was something oddly grounding about being back in a kitchen, especially when I wasn’t fighting for my reputation or sanity.“Hmm,” a voice rumbled behind me. “Something smells like home.”I turned to see William standing in the doorway, holding his bandaged arm . His hair was slightly mussed, and he had that lazy smirk plastered across his face, the one that always said, I know I’m not supposed to be this charming, but here we are.“Well,” I said, trying not to smile, “if by home, you mean vaguely herby emotional trauma, then yes. It’s ready.”He chuckled, stepping closer and peeking into the pot. “Your dad really used to make this?”I nodded, gently stirring again. “All the time. More than my… well,my egg donor who had done nothing but ruined my normal childhood. But my dad w

JASMINE POV. I took a slow step down the staircase, the soft rustle of satin brushing against my legs. My heels clicked gently against the marble, echoing in the foyer below where William stood, one hand adjusting the cuff of his dark blazer, the other buried casually in his pocket.He looked up, and the second his eyes landed on me, the entire room seemed to pause.His lips parted slightly as if the words had left before he could catch them.“You are staring,” I said, stopping at the last step feeling a bit self conscious.He took a slow step forward, stopping just inches away from me. “You are stunning, Jasmine,” he said breathlessly. “You remind me of that night I picked you up for prom. God, I still think about that.” He paused, his gaze lingering on my face. “And right now… right now, I want to remember this moment the same way. Like it’s something I never want to forget.”I swallowed. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. That was the thing about William. He could devastate