All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Benjamin“Oh yes, baby, right there,” she groaned as she bounced her weight on me. Her perky breasts wobbled with each movement she made. Her face was thrown behind, ecstasy painted all over her. I somehow wished that if I stared at her breasts long enough, there would harden, and maybe she would have a dick wobbling as she bounced. Her hair would be shorter and darker, her eyes would be brown: coffee brown. Her lips would be fuller and more pink.I somehow wished she was Oliver instead. I yawned, my neck beginning to ache from laying without the pillow for too long. In her words, the doctor said she needed a lot of sex since her hormones would be all over the place. When would this be over?I craved a cold shower, one that would drive away every thought of Oliver from my mind. This was my life now, and I had to get used to it. I had to get used to the fact that I was having a child, and a lot of things would have to change.There was no way I was going to get married to Veronica, tha

Benjamin“What the fuck do you mean that you don’t have a womb?” I pushed the door open. She shrieked, toppling over the bed and scrambling away from the door.“It’s not..I can…Benja-”“What the fuck did you say!?” I thundered, the anger burning through my veins. I was surrounded by the pile of liars! How the fuck could she lie to me that she had a child? That she was carrying my baby!? How fucking desperate was she? How low was she planning to go?I slammed the door shot, stalking toward her. I could see the fear in her eyes and all I wanted to do was place the pillow over her head, press it till she couldn’t move anymore.“You connived with my Step brother!? For what!?”She shivered as she finally found her foot by the other end of the bed. She raised her hand in defence, holding it like it was going to protect.“Ben, please, listen to me,” she croaked, but I was done listening to everyone around me.“What did you do?” I seethed.“I will tell you everything, please, calm down,” she

Benjamin“Veronica, put the gun down,” I stretched my hand toward her, slowly placing my mother behind me. She cackled, whisking the hair away from her face, “now you want to talk civil?”She snorted and wrapped her finger around the trigger.“Veronica! This isn’t some fucking game! Put that thing away or someone could get hurt,” I warned her. She corked her brow and tilted her head to the side.“You think this is my first time handling a gun?” She moved her line of trajectory off centre and fired. Anna squeaked and darted behind when I heard the sound of the vase near Anna shattering into splinters.Anna shivered, curling into the chair. My mother folded my shirt, hoping to merge into me. My heart beat erratically inside of me coupled with the dryness in my throat, my head felt light.“It’s okay, Veronica, we can talk, just put it down,” I took a step forward and she shut the ground just a foot away from my toes. I jumped back.“Don’t even fucking move,” she sounded different, her t

BenjaminThe entire room was swarmed with silence, so thick I could hear the crickets through the closed windows. Veronica’s mouth hung open for a split second before it curled into a smirk.“Wow, never thought you had it in you,” she chuckled. I eyed the gun in her hands. If I ran toward her, there was a possibility I could hit her before she fired.I swallowed. It was risky, but it was possible. I didn’t dare turn to see the surprise that was surely painted on my mother’s face. It wasn’t a sacrifice, it was a distraction.Inasmuch as I disliked my mother and what she had done, I couldn’t kill her. I couldn’t stand by and watch Veronica take her life for any reason. “What the fuck, Benjamin!?” Anna rushed from her seat toward my mother.“If you take another step, I’ll put a bullet in your head,” Veronica angled the gun in their direction, her focus diverted from me. I crouched slowly, not too quickly to attract her attention.I grabbed a pillow and whipped it across, she turned too

Oliver“Please, tell me he will be alright,” I whispered, the tears caking on my cheek because of the wind.“Sir, please, stand aside,” the paramedics pushed me aside as they hoisted William on the stretcher into the back of the ambulance.“You killed my son!” His mother shrieked inside the vehicle as they glided in. The doors closed before the night air was torn by the loud screams of the ambulance, tearing into the road and down to the hospital. The puddle of blood was a distance off, from where he had hit his head hard and cracked it open.The blood had formed a halo, and he looked like a disjointed angel, begging for death. I ran down the steps, slamming the dial for the ambulance before I arrived on the ground. The ragged breaths he took, his slow, painful wheezes, but all I could do was stand and watch him till the ambulance arrived.I had called his mother a few seconds after I called the ambulance, and she arrived just in time. I found the courage to walk: the cold air nibblin