All Chapters of Fyi, Mr. Ex, I am Billionaire's Heiress : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Peter PoV"Where are you going, Lizzy?" I asked when I saw Lizzy coming out of the room neatly dressed. She was wearing a dark blue evening gown that was tight on top and flared down to her knees, with a bag and shoes that looked new, and a slightly overly fragrant perfume. Her makeup was also beautiful and her hair was styled beautifully. What made me even more surprised was that behind her, our babysitter, Ms. Nian, was busy fixing the carrier, because baby Marteen, who was inside, looked restless and wanted to get down. His chubby little legs kicked and he whined. "Where are you going? With Ms. Nian and baby Marteen?" I asked while standing up. I closed the laptop and faced Lizzy who seemed indifferent to my first question. "It's already night." Lizzy took the phone and showed me an invitation. "Look! This is my family's dinner invitation and they asked me to bring baby Marteen because they haven't seen him before. So now, I'm leaving soon because it's already late. Everyone s

Leora PoV"Grace," I called. Grace, who was tidying up the make-up tools on the dressing table, turned to me. The fashion stylist's assistant adjusted the veil on my bun and made me face the full-height mirror in front of me. Grace walked behind me while whistling. She was taller than me so the reflection in the mirror made me able to see her gaze even though she was behind me. "So beautiful, Leo, perfect," Grace sighed in admiration. "This will make Noah go crazy when he sees you." I laughed at her words. Right now I was wearing a light blue wedding dress with silver thread motif lines that would sparkle when I moved. This dress with a Sabrina neckline on the upper part of my body to the waist and flared to the ankles. I should have worn 12-centimeter heels so that this dress wouldn't sweep the floor too much, but because Grace was worried about my baby's safety, if I slipped, she gave me stylish white boots that were high but flat and thick. Grace handled my makeup, hair, an

Lizzy PoV"D*mn it!" I threw the pillow in my hand to the wall, venting the anger that was boiling inside me. The news about Peter's accident had come out and he survived! Plus my baby keeps fussing and crying all day, making me feel stressed.This was a dangerous situation for me and Marteen. Peter find out that all of this was our plan, just like he also knew that what happened to Leora in the hospital before was the work of someone ordered by Marteen. Two months ago, I received news from a cousin of Marteen's that I knew well, Lydia. "Your husband will be released in two days," she said. "He got a pretty big sentence reduction because of our uncle Leopold's efforts." My heart was so happy to hear the news. Marteen and I fell in love with each other, immediately after our first meeting at the bar. He was a very handsome man with an adorable childish impression. One thing that made me fall in love with him so deeply was, he adored me so much and made me the center of his world

Peter PoVThis was the longest sleep I've ever had in my entire life.I didn't feel anything at all. I just felt like I was drifting in a gentle motion, like clouds moving slowly when the wind blew.I felt comfortable and deep. I didn't think about anything either, just felt comfortable in my situation.Then after a while, I started to hear toneless sounds around me. I didn't know what the sounds were, nor did I understand what the sounds meant. They sounded intermittently, softly, like the hum of a computer that had been turned on for a long time, then disappeared again and became silent.After that, the sounds became more frequent and began to sound clearer. I guess, my comfort began to be disturbed when I felt that I recognized the voices.It was the voice of someone talking to me. Or two people. Oh, no! Sometimes there were three people, talking to each other and they said my name.Without me realizing, the longer I realized that every time my name was called, the feeling of comfo

Moira lay on the bed of the women's correctional facility clinic with her thin arm connected to an IV drip. She looked dull in her faded brick-colored prison uniform. Since long ago, when I first knew Moira as my future mother-in-law, she was a curvy woman with a glamorous appearance that was a little too sexy for a woman her age. Moira was a classy woman who loved to dress up. She always started her day by taking a warm bath mixed with aromatherapy oils, dressing up completely and styling her hair stylishly, wearing nice clothes, even when she was just going to stay at home all day. She also always wore expensive perfume and painted her nails. Moira loved to shop and pamper herself by getting treatments at beauty salons, from head to toe. She also liked to go to the mall, going in and out of boutiques, buying branded items, especially clothes, bags, shoes, cosmetics, and accessories. Peter's late father was a businessman and according to Peter's own story at the beginning of our