All Chapters of WIFE TO A CHEATER BRIDE TO A BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I hadn’t planned to say all of that. Hell, I hadn’t planned anything beyond “let’s just fake it and move on.” But one look at her Jasmine, in that ridiculous jelly costume, with her arms crossed like she wasn’t impressed by anything I confess about my love for her. I meant every word of it. But the way she froze and her eyes didn’t quite meet mine after that told me I had pushed too far.The crowd clapped, and someone whistled; Jasmine just gave a strained smile and turned toward Haley.“I’m tired,” she said quietly. “I want to go home.”Haley, to her credit, didn’t push. “Same. I’m crashing. I have carried Gerald’s legacy on my back long enough.”The ride home was… awkwardly quiet. Jasmine didn’t say a word. She sat beside me but didn’t touch or look at me. Haley, blissfully unaware of the tension, kept humming along to whatever was in her AirPods, completely unfazed as usual.I kept glancing at Jasmine at every red light. Her head was leaning slightly toward the window, and her arm

THIRD PERSON POVThey were supposed to be halfway there by now.Instead, they hadn’t moved more than six blocks in nearly an hour.The city was suffocating. Horns blared from every direction. Cars pressed bumper to bumper like bricks in a collapsing wall. Halloween decorations danced mockingly from lampposts, and kids in masks skipped along sidewalks, oblivious to the countdown ticking like a timebomb inside the van.Inside, Jasmine sat wedged between Haley and a duffel bag stuffed with money. Her right leg bounced nonstop. Her fingers wouldn’t stop chewing at each other, knuckle, nail, knuckle, nail, until her skin stung.Haley hadn’t said a word in thirty minutes.Not since Jasmine had snapped and yelled, “Please, just shut up for one second,” when Haley tried to suggest a different route.The silence in the van felt heavier than the cash.William’s hands gripped the steering wheel. He kept leaning forward like that would make traffic move as if his glare could part the line of cars

JASMINE POV.I sat by her bedside and watched the monitor blink. Each soft beep reminded me that she was still alive… barely alive. Elora hadn’t moved since they sedated her. The doctors said she was stable but could not explain why she hadn’t woken up. She had opened her eyes once for a few seconds but didn’t say anything; she just stared ahead like she wasn’t seeing anything. Then her body started shaking, and just like that, she slipped into a coma.I pulled the blanket up to her chin again, even though the nurse had already done it. It didn’t matter. I had to do something. Anything to ease the guilt I felt. Elora wasn’t supposed to suffer like this. I should have refused her help when she offered to spy on Kimberly. Maybe now she will be partying instead of living in horror on Halloween. I thought I had it under control, that I could play this game and win. That loud, impulsive Kimberly was just another bitter woman clinging to a man and a stolen business.But I was wrong. So, so

NATHAN POVI hated the way she smiled at him.Not because it wasn’t beautiful—God, it was. But because I could tell it wasn’t real. It was the kind of smile you wear when your heart’s in a cage and someone else has the key. Tight, polite, and perfectly practiced. The kind you flash at fans or flashing cameras. The kind I’d mastered years ago.But Jasmine Carter didn’t belong in that world. She wasn’t built for deception. Not like the rest of us.I knew that the moment she looked up at me in that café. Her hands were shaking from the humiliation, and yet she still thanked me—me—for stepping in. Like I wasn’t supposed to. Like no one ever had.That haunted me.Now I found myself here again, back at the park bench where we talked that day, where she clutched her coffee cup like it could hold her together and told me—quietly, almost like a confession—that she wasn’t looking for a savior. That was the moment it happened. The shift. The silent, terrifying realization that I didn’t want to j

WILLIAM POVHe was already there when I walked into my study.No knock. No call. No warning.Judas sat behind my desk like he owned the place, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of my bourbon in his hand. He didn’t look up at first—just swirled the drink lazily, admiring the amber tint in the lamplight like he was examining blood in a vial.“How did you get in?” I asked, shutting the door behind me.He smiled without teeth. “You always ask the wrong questions, Will. Not how, but why.”I didn’t move from the doorway. “Fine. Why are you here?”He finally looked up. Same eyes we shared, only his had always seemed more… hollow. I used to think he was empty. Now I know better. He’s full—but not with anything human.“To talk,” Judas said simply. “We never talk anymore.”I said nothing.He leaned back in my chair, his fingers tapping the rim of the glass. “I saw the video. The mall. The costumes. The little challenge. Gerald the pumpkin.” He chuckled softly. “You’ve gone domestic, cous