Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Scott swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I'm trying to feel your heartbeat, your boob's just in the way," he blurted out, pale as a ghost. "Shit, you're a psycho! You're not even flustered and I'm over here about to piss my damn pants!" he growled. "Well, now that you've checked, can you let go of me?" Scott stopped touching her and Alexia started the car again, heading back to the house. They didn't say a single word the whole way, but as soon as they arrived, Scott rushed up to her. "Who are you?" he said, looking her straight in the eyes. "What you did—driving a Ferrari on dirt like that... not just anyone can do that, Alexia. Who are you?" "Am I asking about your life story?" she shot back. "I needed to blow off some steam. Thanks for letting me. But I don't owe you any explanations. I know how to drive, that's all there is to it." Alexia walked past him with slumped shoulders, looking tired. "Financial analysts don't drive like pro racers, Alexia," he hissed.

Alexia looked up, surprised, and Scott smiled again. "After all, we're a team. Or... you don't want me keeping you company?" he asked, still watching her incredulous eyes. Alexia hesitated for a moment, but when she saw the expectant look in the CEO's eyes, she knew it was a lost battle. She sighed and gave in, nodding slowly. "Alright," she agreed. "But we're just working, okay?" Scott nodded and got comfortable. He ordered food, they had a few beers, and worked together in silence until late into the night. "Want to tell me your thoughts?" he asked, and Alexia sighed. "Wouldn't you rather hear the facts?" "The fact is I'm getting robbed, but I want to know what you think about it." "I think there's a spy in the company." Alexia noticed Scott nodding, as if he had somehow expected that. "I've been through all the documents and files, but I haven't found any real clue or hint as to who's responsible for stealing from you. I just know this feels like... a preview."

"Are you okay?" Scott whispered, heart racing, as he unfastened the Velcro from her wrists. This woman probably had no idea how beautiful she really was. Alexia nodded, though truthfully, she could barely keep her eyes open. All she felt was a warm blanket being wrapped around her and a pair of strong arms lifting her, as the world turned into a peaceful, pleasant place. "Could you please bring us breakfast to the bedroom, Mrs. Flora?" Scott asked while passing through the kitchen. His housekeeper nodded, slightly stunned—this scene was anything but normal in the house. He smiled, carried Alexia to bed, and let her rest. He barely sipped his coffee at breakfast, but it wasn't enough to keep him awake. Three hours later, when he opened his eyes again, he found her warm, naked body pressed against his—and what surprised him most was that he didn't hate it. Quite the opposite. He got up and left quietly, not wanting her to wake up embarrassed. Slowly, he was beginning to understan

The doctor led them to the patient's room and left them alone. Alexia stayed by Howard's bedside for hours, sometimes resting her head on the mattress, and other times, when sleep overtook her, Scott would sit beside her and let her rest on his shoulder. It was already morning when they saw Howard stir and try to wake up. Scott ran out to get the doctor, and Alexia grabbed Howard's hand. "Howie, I know you can hear me. Please get better soon. Please." She kissed his hand, her expression full of desperation. No one could truly understand it, but that man was the only family she'd had in the world since her accident. The doctors arrived and asked her to leave the room. They had to run several tests now that Howard was awake, but even with all the tubes down his throat, he still managed to give Alexia a reassuring smile. "You have to let me take you home," Scott whispered as he approached her. Knowing her, he figured she'd refuse. He turned her gently and cupped her face in his ha

For the first time, Scott couldn't hold back his laughter, and Alexia chuckled too, quietly—until Mr. Gerber's throat-clearing pulled their attention back to him. "Sorry, sorry," Scott mumbled, straightening up as the officer began the interview. The questions came non-stop—professional, work-related, intimate, deep, or downright ridiculous. Alexia and Scott answered as best they could, but in the end, there was no guarantee they weren't messing it all up. As the interview went on, Mr. Gerber observed Scott and Alexia closely, paying attention to every word and movement. "Scott, what allergies does your wife have?" "Nuts," he replied instantly. "How did you find that out?" "It was in her work file." "So you've never witnessed an allergic episode?" "No, not yet. I don't hate her enough to want to see one," Scott replied. "When I feel like I can't stand her anymore, I go with the best tactic a man can use." "And what would that be?" Mr. Gerber asked, intrigued. "Oral