Lahat ng Kabanata ng Being Mr CEO's Bride: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Freddy's Pov “What are you on to?” I asked.“Don't you want to find out?”With irritation boiling in my veins, I punched the power button on the remote, and the TV came on. Whatever she was on, it better make sense.I hated wasting time.The screen blinked to life. A red-haired reporter sat behind a table, staring straight back at me.I watched, looking to see whatever the fuck it was Hazel was talking about. An image appeared, filling the screen. Lilyanna.But no, not the usual Lilyanna I had known. Not radiant, confident, fire-bright Lilyanna.This one looked drained. Tired of life, if you ask me. Her hair was uncombed, looking limp and frizzy like she hadn't touched it in days. Her lips were kind of dry, and her eyes – those eyes that I could get lost in – were evidence of her exhaustion.This shot was not flattering.I was rooted to the spot, my eyes focused on the screen. Beneath the image of her, a headline in bold ran.“Kaelia Bennett exposed for impersonating Lilyanna Russ

Kaelia's POV The park smelled just as it did the last time I was here.A mix of damp bark and rust. I was sitting on my favourite bench – the bench I had loved and fought for as a kid – hand tucked under my chin, enjoying the silence. It was Wednesday, and the park was usually closed on Wednesday. But I had climbed over the fence anyway, through the part where the metal rods bent well enough to let a skinny person through.It was empty. Thank God. Personally, the park was more enjoyable with no teens, no teens blasting music from a speaker, no children running, and their angry minders chasing after them. Just tranquility.Here, I could almost pretend nothing was wrong and my life was perfectly in order.I could go back to the times before Mom fell ill. When the only thing I had to worry about was if the male customers at the Montgomery Grand found me attractive. I felt so peaceful, I almost smiled.My phone buzzed in my lap. I ignore it. I didn't need anything to spoil my peace

I experienced a lot of heartbreak in my lifetime. The most painful one was my father's death, and even if what I was going through now could not be compared with it, it was still almost as unbearable. Here was the man I had grown to love, standing in front of me with a stoic expression on his face. His eyes were full of betrayal that hammered at my soul.I inhaled, "It was fake," My voice came out as a shaky whisper, "Fake. All of it. I did it for the money."The lie lodged in my throat like glass. Yes, I had done it for the money, but I had also done it because I wanted to know what it felt like to be with a man like Freddy. "I needed it," I continued. My voice rose with every word. "My mother's hospital bills...they were...they were drowning me. I was desperate. I thought if I could just play along... just fool you long enough..."I broke. The tears came out before I could stop them, and I crumpled to the floor, my face buried in my hands.He didn't move to comfort me. Not that I

FREDDY'S POV The whiskey ran down my throat like wildfire.I relished it. It was exactly what I needed right now. That burns against my own feelings. I sat, hunched over a half-full glass of whiskey, the half-full bottle just next to me.I swirled the amber liquid, following the movement with my eyes as though the answer to everything lay somewhere in it.Around me, laughter rang out."You wouldn't believe it. When she came up to me, I was dumbfounded. I thought there was no way in the world mamacita would be interested in me," Marcus said. He was recounting the story of a black haired beauty he had met at a rooftop party sometime last year. I had heard that story at least ten times, but Marcus was so smitten by this woman that he would not stop telling the story to whoever gave him a listening ear.Worse, he refused to accept the fact that he was obsessed with her.Caleb and Jake laughed hard at the little jokes he slid in here and there.While Manuel - the quiet and shy man of th

WILLIAM'S POVIn my study, I sat back into the Burgundy seat, a glass of brandy between my fingers as the young model worked her magic with her mouth down my length.Across from me, the main entertainment for the night sat on a velvet chaise, in a blue see-through dress with silver studs at the nape. A brunette whose mother had begged for her to have a chance with me.In exchange for money, of course.Her laughter was fake, shallow as the pool outside. But I didn't care. We were both here for business.She giggled sweetly at what I said - what she most likely did not hear, as her main attention was on whatever it was that she was swiping on her phone.Well, at least her giggles and the model's moans filled the silence. And that was just about enough for me. My phone vibrated on the table. The brunette - what was her name again? Trisha? I didn't look up. The model - Anya definitely - didn't stop her mouth from working either.I set my brandy down and reached for the phone.A name