All Chapters of Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stared at the email for God knows how long. My fingers trembled, the screen blurring every time I blinked too fast. My throat felt tight as I read the email again, and again, and again. Liam had been lying to me about the corporate tax. Even though I had been managing his finances, he was usually the one dealing with this part. He even handed me the documents with that neutral, confident expression he always wore. And now I knew. It was all fake. "Ah. I should feel a bit of sadness that all the hard work was just a waste of time. But now I feel vindictive." My voice came out flat. Steady. Too steady. The anger showed only in the slight twitch of my jaw, the pulse beating sharply in my neck. I was standing in a situation with no certainty about my future. Judging by Liam's character, he would definitely make Veronica responsible for the tax evasion. Wouldn't it tarnish my reputation? My life? But… who knows whether I would go back to my body or not? Either way, it was always me

The words of Dante were full of hatred and rage when he whispered. But my attention didn’t go to his tone but to the scent of his cologne. I subconsciously tilted my head toward his face, which unfortunately, he took as an approach. I folded my arms, glancing at the laughing Aurora who looked relaxed and happy. “Even if he is my man whore, you don’t have to get jealous. Since yesterday, how many times did you try to approach your daughter, Mr. Blackwell?” I asked him, my voice quiet and low. He froze, his eyes darkening. I turned toward him completely. “The responsibility to get close to your daughter is up to you, Mr. Blackwell. If you don’t want to get jealous over your daughter choosing someone else, you should fix what’s lacking!” His jaw clenched, his body shook with rage. If we were outside, I was positive he would have lashed out at me. But he restrained himself and then spoke, “You are confusing me, Veronica. As if you don’t remember what you have been doing with my life and

Yvonne, " There is no trace of drugs in your blood!" Jerome’s words came out sounding more surprising than a casual report. " It’s rare since you take drugs like you’re inhaling oxygen." His face twitched with disgust before he stared at the report again. I didn’t say anything. Let them assume. He leaned closer to the nurse standing behind him. " Do another one. I think this report is right." The nurse hesitated before grabbing the paper. " But, Doc, everything about her came normal. I don’t think—" " Do as I said." His voice didn’t rise, but it cut sharply enough to make her stiffen. She nodded immediately and walked out in quick, nervous steps. I stayed quiet, letting the silence linger. A faint curl lifted the corner of my mouth. This messed-up life had its own entertainment. Jerome’s eyes were stern and cold, but a glint flickered behind them—doubt. He rested his elbow on the desk and leaned in slightly. " You were almost losing your mind. Suddenly you’re fine? Walking like

Taylor, My fingertips brushed the documents as I stood in front of Veronica's apartment. I had to cancel the lease; I couldn’t keep spoiling her any longer. I had always wanted to make sure Veronica was safe, despite all her wrong choices. I condemned her mistakes, but I never gave up on her. She was my sister, and I would do anything to protect her. Still, there were countless things she had done in her life that were impossible to forget or forgive. Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t look away from her the way the rest of our family did. Just a few months ago, she had forced us to let her marry Dante. We didn’t know how she had met him or gotten pregnant, but we didn’t want to destroy his life. Dante had loved Pearl since childhood; marrying her had been one of his three biggest goals. Veronica had ruined everything. "Boss, we should leave now." My assistant’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the sky. The evening was approaching. I should call Jerome for her repo

Yvonne, "What's the big deal? If she dies, I can have another child with you. Just ignore her!" My mother's words slammed me to the ground right outside the house that winter, the day I returned from school on foot. I was in junior school. The snowstorm was unexpectedly strong, but neither Mom nor Dad came to pick me up. When I finally arrived home, shivering and blue-lipped, I overheard her bitter words to Dad. He was afraid of CPS, worried I might say something, but Mom… Mom had always been unhinged. The next day, I found her with her boyfriend while Dad went gambling with his friends. When she noticed me standing there, watching, she didn’t fluster or apologize. Instead, she shoved me into the small laundry room outside, leaving me in the cold until he left. Even then, I knew: in this huge world of billions, I had no one. No one to talk to, no one to hold my hand, no one who would tell me I was loved for who I was. I had almost given up on people. Yet I told myself that when I