Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Tyler’s POVI wiped my finger on my head. I was sweating profusely even when the air conditioning was on. I understand that we were in the summer period. But the air conditioning was on and I was still sweating this way?The cleaning was a huge task. I wondered how Eunice was able to do this every day and never complained.After what felt like hours, I walked out tirelessly after I was done.While I was in the room cleaning, my mum, Diana, just kept on looking at me and shaking her head. She said nothing to me and I said nothing to her too. She eyed me badly when I turned my face away, ignoring her as if I didn’t see her.Then, I walked to the living room and I saw that the hired men were done moving Lola’s goods inside. She was in the living room, lying on the sofa comfortably like she had been married to me for the longest time.The TV remote was in her hand. She was watching a movie and another bottle of wine was opened near an empty one she had drunk before.“You are done babe?” s

Eunice’s POV“Please sign here, here and here,” said Attorney Evelyn Hart, our business lawyer, as she pointed to three places on the document she brought home for us.I sat in our luxurious living room. My mum was seated with me and just adjacent to us was Attorney Evelyn.It was time to take over my mother’s company, Maison Vivre. A group of companies dealing with high fashion and styles, having our branches in many countries of the world.Yet, the President of the group of companies, who was my mum Josie, had refused to broadcast herself to the world. In all of the years she was the president of the company, she kept her identity secretive. And in this manner, I wanted to be too, as I emerged as the new president of this company and my mother retired.Without wasting much time, I signed right on the spaces Attorney Evelyn instructed me to sign.“It’s done,” she sounded.“Congratulations on your new position as the president of Maison Vivre, ma’am.” She bowed to me and then bowed to

Tyler’s POVI opened the door to our room upstairs, and what I saw shocked me.Lola was staring into the TV screen, watching a porn movie. She was completely naked, fondling her breasts and fingering her private part by herself.I opened my eyes widely at the sight before me. Before I knew it, my third leg was already rising from watching Lola do this.Lola was a lady whose body physique was all about sexiness. She knew how to get me into the mood whenever she wanted to do that. This was also one of the primary reasons we fucked in the office like there was no tomorrow.Just as my thoughts caught up with the present, I noticed her little baby bump. At that moment, I remembered what the doctors usually said on TV: “When your partner is pregnant, it is most important to also have sex with them because this helps them during childbirth. If you neglect them, it becomes too tight, and easy delivery becomes a problem.”Quickly, I walked to her and sat next to her.She rubbed my chest with h

Eunice’s POVHave you ever seen a cat sneakily moving undetected to attack a prey?For instance, in the widespread living room of a home where the owner has a cat, the cat moves too silently to catch the erring mouse which just infiltrated their home? That was me.This was how I have stayed silent for two years. Two years I have been strategizing, planning, making silent moves on how I would take down Tyler and ruin the company I built for him—or better to say, for us.They say you should be a better person when someone has hurt you. You shouldn’t hurt them back and blah blah blah. But let the tides turn. You’d watch those who advised you to not hurt someone be the first to carry a gun, to hurt those who have messed with them. No one has the right to tell me how to react when I have been hurt. They should just pray the one I am coming for has all the heart to take the hit.Two years, I’ve been heading Maison Vivre, and within that period, I’ve created a new branch which does the very

Tyler’s POVI saw the way she froze at that question, as if she had been caught off guard about something bad she did and didn’t want anyone to find out. But she quickly masked it with a smile.“What do you mean by this nonsense question? Am I supposed to know why God made her skin a little bit darker than ours? Or do you want to imply that I cheated on you?” she defended harshly.The question hit me like a rock in the face. How could I have questioned the attribute our dear child has just because it was a little bit different from us?Everyone wanted to have a unique child. A child so unique and outstanding that it would bring her family to fame. With Jasmine’s type of blue eyes, when she grows older, we can register her in a modeling school. And from there, she could start representing her name—our name—her city, in fashion parades. And who knows, she might be declared as Queen Beauty of our country later in the future, right?I blinked my eyes as I swallowed my words. My mother had