All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Oliver I stared at the inscription on the floor, the petals quivering gently as if to remind me of the fact that I had not provided an answer. To whom? I didn’t want to take my eyes off them because I didn’t want to have to face the reality of responding to Benjamin if indeed he was nearby. I didn’t even know how to feel about his question. I didn’t know if I should feel glad that he had picked me or insulted that he wanted to drag me to the front row of this madness. This was an invitation to attend his wedding; to watch as he was taken from me. What if I randomly burst into a fit of tears because he was asked to kiss Veronica? What if I couldn’t stomach the entire process? How does he expect me to sit and watch as my heart is being ripped to shreds? I sighed and rubbed my arm, feeling a slight chill. On the other hand, Veronica was right. If he was asking me this, then it meant that he barely had any friends. It hasn’t been up to two months since I met him… Since you fell in lo

Benjamin.“You brought the wedding forward and you didn't think to tell me?” “You are the one who wanted me to get married with urgency, I have finally seen the reason,” I responded. My mother sighed. I didn't need her to be in front of me to know that she rolled her eyes.“I want this wedding to be the biggest and largest there has ever been.”“Why waste so much on something that isn't real?”“Oh, you're wrong, this is going to be as real as it can be. I had to send the bastard and his slut of a mother invited.”Did she invite William? What the fuck? Why was I just finding out about this?“Mom…” I dragged, already annoyed about the way she was running things.“I had to, they need to be there to see for themselves that the marriage is genuine.”She had a point but still, I didn't want William anywhere that wedding because of the sudden attraction he had developed for Oliver. I don't think I would be able to stand seeing them in a proximity that close.‘But you're getting married and

OliverStunned? Surprised? What other word was in existence to describe the way I left? My head was corked to the side, staring into nothingness even though what filled my vision was a part of his wall. Even the gentle hum of the conditioning had reduced as if to ensure I got myself back together.The most pronounced sound was the aggressive breathing of Benjamin. I cradled the spot that was sure to be sore, turning toward him.You are a man, Oliver, you will not cry because another man hit you, remember that.I sucked up the tears that were threatening to form and then cast my scornful glare at Benjamin.“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you.” he ran his fingers through his hair, combing the excess strands. He couldn’t just apologize, and the hurt would immediately diminish, but this wasn’t even about the physical pain anymore.This ran deeper than a tissue. He had called me here with the preconceived notion that I had done this, that I somehow had a hand in this blackmail. Did

Benjamin It felt as if the air in the room was sucked away as soon as Oliver left, his very presence was the only thing I wanted to wrap around me. He was what I needed during this period. I can’t believe I was stupid for a second to even consider that he was the one behind the video and the threats. It was awfully convenient that William arrived out of nowhere and the video surfaced as well. I knew he had to be behind this. “You seem stressed,” Veronica said in a sultry voice that sounded unlike her. It snapped my attention in her direction causing me to squint my eyes at her. She walked slowly, her steps deliberately placed in front of the other in a catwalk. I had to admit, she was good, but this was the last thing on my mind. “Do you want me to ease some of that stress?” she hooked a finger on the strap of her dress and slid it down her skin. The confusion that muddled my brain left it mush, wasn’t she scared some hours ago? What was happening? I coughed, “this is an office

Benjamin I lied. I fucking lied because that was the one thing I knew would solve his problem. I knew he would eat himself alive with the thoughts of how he had murdered her, so I told him the one thing he wanted to hear. Felicia was dead by the time my private doctor arrived; her blood had marinated into the carpet, and her face was already turning pale from the loss of blood to her head.Immediately he left, I called the people I trusted: Martello and Anderson, they were two people I needed when things got messy. I didn’t use them often because it rarely degenerated into such a scenario, but I kept them for times like this.“I need her to disappear, is that possible?” I knew it was, but I wanted them to swear it to me that they would do it. They nodded, mute and working in silence, just like their jobs entailed. As they worked, I had to keep Veronica entertained and far away from that room.This entertainment required having sex with her. All through her ludicrously loud moans and