All Chapters of The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Serena)I call Haylee from my hire car. I texted her almost every detail of Savannah’s visit during my afternoon break.It’s full staff at the mansion throughout the week and I can’t have this conversation in there.“That woman is beyond words,” she says by way of greeting.“I’m still not sure how to handle it.”“She wants you off-guard.”“Haylee… She has a point. She and James were born for their world. I’m a working class girl.”“So what? Now you’re worried because you weren’t born into money? Serena, no.”“I’m just saying… what if I can’t handle it in the end, and all of this is for nothing. If he just ends up choosing her anyway because she’s a better fit.”“Then more fool him. You always say that you trust he loves you. What’s changed?”I sigh and lean back against the seat. “James called her the night we lost the baby.”“Excuse me? You never text me that…”“The lowest moment of his life and she’s the one he reached out to. That’s not nothing, Haylee.”“She’s playing mind games.

(Serena)Just after midnight, he appears in the doorway, jacket over his shoulder, his usual post-travel five o’clock shadow.“Hey,” he says softly. “I thought you might be asleep.”I shake my head. “No. Chef has left your dinner.”“Come join me?”“Not to eat. I already had dinner. You got my message?”“Yes. How did it go?”I hold the envelope up by one corner like it’s evidence. “Gregory Simpson gave me this.”His eyes narrow. “That fast?”“He says ‘now or never’.”“He sounds desperate, trying to pressure you.”“Or maybe he doesn’t want to lose out to another competitor…”“Maybe…” James tosses his jacket on the bed. “What’s the offer?”“Full funding. National franchise rollout. All my creations. PR blitz. Everything.”“That’s what you wanted, right?” he asks.“Yes.”He lifts an eyebrow. “But?”I don’t want to say it to him because I know he’s going to say I told you so. But it’s no point in not telling him. The only reason he doesn’t already know is because he’s been in a jet, flying

(Serena)And what if we lose this one too?God, I don’t know if I can survive that again. I don’t know if we can.Margot made it clear the only reason I was ever tolerated was because I was the one carrying the heir. After I lost the baby, she iced me out like I was defective merchandise. Like I’d failed at my one job.Now I’m not allowed to have that job again. She wants Savannah back and me gone.I shouldn’t think like this, but I can’t help but feel that I have one clear advantage here.Savannah’s baby isn’t James’.Mine is.I’m not Margot. I’m not Savannah. I don’t belong in cocktail dresses and curated smiles. I belong in the kitchen, apron on, hands in dough, sweat on my brow and joy in my heart.He said this would happen. That his world would do that to me. But even he can’t think his mother would stoop so low to threaten any child of his.Even if I become the Stepford Wife they want me to be. Margot will still want Savannah and Savannah will always want James. I will never

(Serena)The sound of the shower wakes me.I must have crashed out. The memory of my rampage hits me. Oh god, he’ll think I’m loco.I see his jacket draped over the armchair, his shoes by the ensuite door, and the ache in my chest shifts just a little. He’s home. It’s nearly daylight from the fact that I forgot to close the drapes, but he’s home.He comes out in a towel, hair wet, eyes bloodshot and exhausted. “Hey,” he says, his voice raw. “You know, burning stuff is a lot less messy.”“I’m sorry. I kinda let loose. I’m so angry over it all.”“I get it. And I don’t blame you. I just wish I was here to join in.” He gives a smile, but I can see his exhaustion.“You okay?” I ask.He nods, pulling on a t-shirt and boxers. “They’re keeping her in for a few days. To monitor her blood pressure spikes. But for now, false alarm again.”“She’s okay?” I have to ask. I might hate her but I want her and her baby to be okay.“Yeah.” He sits on the edge of the bed, scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m

(James)I roll it on, move over her again, letting my tongue find her tongue. Letting her forget the stupid condom means anything, letting her arousal rise again. I use my fingers to dip inside her and she’s so wet for me.Of course she is. It’s always like this with us.No matter how complicated the day has been…board meetings, press bullshit, her latest fixation on ‘doing it all herself”… we always end up here. Just the two of us, stripped down to skin and instinct.This is where everything makes sense.I circle her swollen bud slowly just how she likes it. She gasps in and arches. I continue, getting faster, adding more pressure. I know she’s getting close…I can tell by the sounds she makes, the way her body makes those tiny jerks.She’s a storm beneath me. Independent Serena Hale unraveling under my fingers. Of course she is. Everyone does eventually. I always find a way in, to get what I need from them. The whole world is a business deal; it just has to be packaged right.Sh