All Chapters of Love, Lies and Billionaires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“But you know you really didn't have to tell Nella." “Come on, we both know you need someone to tell your pain aside from me. And Nella looks like the choice for that," Mrs Sharppe said from the other side of the phone. “No, she's not. For all I know, she could be some psychopath who killed her ex-husband." Maren muttered inaudibly. "What was that?” Her mom asked. "Nothing. I'm just saying you can't just let her in on everything that happens to. I'll do it myself if I want to do it.” She said and clicked away on her laptop, which was on the table in front of her. "Alright, I've heard. But admit it, she is a pretty good listener.” Her mom said, but Maren didn't reply. “So tell me, how's Alexander holding up? How's his dad?" “Well, he's—" she turned around as she heard the door click shut. She turned back to the phone on seeing the visitor. “Mom, can I call you back?" She asked, and her mom hung up the phone. “Still not going to knock, are we?" she said, the clicking soun

"I need to know the people I’d been with while we were friends” Irene paused for a while and lifted her eyes from her glass before giving off a scoff. "You're joking, right?" She asked, but only got a stare from Maren. “Wow, so now I'm some… I don't know, dick documenter?” "Oh, come on, Irene. I know it sounds completely ridiculous and probably inappropriate, but I you're Irene. I mean, we used to do things together back then. You basically introduced me to more than half the men I met before William,” She said and paused. "I know you can tell me” Irene went silent for a while as her index finger circled round the tip of her wine glass like she was in thought. “I'm glad you remembered that I hooked you to half the men you know, including William, but nope, I'm not doing this," she said and down the rest of her glass. “I'm not going to be your victim one more time." “What does that even mean?" Maren asked, confusion printed on her face. “You've used me your life, and I'd b

Maren turned, on hearing the male voice beside her. She had to blink multiple times to unblur her vision so she could view him clearly. “Hey, I know you. You, the man William does business with," she said, smiling, and extended her hand drunkenly for a handshake. “Well, I wouldn't say business. We're—" “What are you doing out here, anyway?" She asked, interrupting him. “You seem like the kind of man who'd be choosy about his location. " “If you can be here, what stops me from being here?" He asked, returning her stare. "Maren, take this,” Irene called and shoved a glass into her hand. "It's water. Drink up so you don't lose yourself.” She added, eyeing the intruder. Maren slapped herself a few more times, expecting the water to take effect immediately. “What did you say you were here for again?" “Just out with a few friends for a drink—or two. No harm in that, right?" Just then, Irene leaned forward and whispered something into her ear, and smiled before leaving.

The night was still and cold when Maren walked into the house. No one was in sight, as the entire staff was expected to be done with their duties by that time. She looked around the living room, but even Alexander wasn't there. She just ignored and walked further towards the staircase as she was too tired to even think straight. But deep down, she was really happy. She'd pushed aside every other thing and focused on work as she'd risen a little on the business pyramid and was getting a lot of recognition, but that only meant more work. Alexander had been so cold lately and hardly even came home, which she suspected was because of his dad's health status. But she didn't mind. She just needed her peace of mind and some rest. Rose?” she called out quietly as she set foot on the first step. She suspected Nathan would be asleep and thought it best to not make known of her presence to him. Especially these days that she really didn't spend enough time with him. “Rose?" she called

Cameras, microphones, and, of course, lots of human beings flooded the entrance of the courthouse. They all seemed to be moving backwards as they tried to take one or two pictures and words from their star. The more the crowd came out of the house, the more they became uncontrollable to the guards who shielded Alexander. He paid them no attention as he seemed to look ahead of them through the dark shades he had on. He paused in his tracks and looked down at his wristwatch, his mind searching for his next move from here his job here was done. “Mr. Blackwood, sir, your divorce with Mrs. Blackwood was so sudden and out of the blue. Does this confirm the rumours that your union was a contracted one?” One reporter, who was also struggling with the others, managed to get close to Alexander and asked. “Sir, in estimate, the duration of your marriage to now, miss Sharppe was an estimate of six months. There’s been whispers flying around on this. Do you care to clarify?” Another asked