Semua Bab Desired by the Billionaire Playboy : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Emily's POV I didn’t even know how to react. My first instinct was to turn around and walk straight out of the room. But then I didn't. This was my room. My home. My marriage.Not hers.I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as my eyes locked on Vivian again.She looked at me with that satisfied smile, crossing her legs. “Oh, you came running back,” she said, her voice filled with sarcasm. “Hmm.”She set her phone aside. “Why did you come back? Did you run out of food? Clothes? Or did you come for your remaining belongings?” She smirked. “Well, don’t worry. I already took your clothes from all the wardrobes in this room and tossed them in that basket over there.”My stomach turned. Slowly, my eyes followed her gaze and I spotted a basket full of my clothes, wrinkled and dumped like trash.My breath hitched. Did Tyler know about this?Before I could even form a word, she continued. "Oh, don’t worry. You’re probably wondering if Tyler approved.” She shrugged. “I just did this this afte

Emily's POV I just froze, then blinked. Maybe I was still sleeping. When I pinched myself, I realized I definitely wasn’t. Vivian was actually between us on the bed.My gaze darkened instantly, and I slapped her hand away from Tyler’s groin. She jerked in her sleep, blinking up at me.“What was that?” she mumbled groggily, her eyes barely open. When she finally focused, she frowned. “Oh. It's you.”Fury shot up my spine so fast I felt heat rushing to my face. I got up from the bed.“You! What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped.Vivian stretched lazily. “Ah… it’s morning already.”I was shaking with anger. “Why are you in our bed? How dare you get on our bed?”Vivian looked at me like I was the one disturbing her peace. “Why are you shouting so early in the morning? It’s going to give me a headache.”“Why am I yelling?” I snapped. “I should be asking why you’re here in the first place. The last time I checked, Tyler and I were alone in this room. So that means you snuck up on our

Wendy's POVAs I sat in the back of the taxi, my hands curled into fists, and my jaw clenched. I was beyond angry when I got home yesterday, and saw that Emily wasn't home.I saw her message earlier, but my battery died before I could respond. She was heading back to Tyler’s house. Back to that mess, back to that contract she couldn’t escape. My stomach twisted. Emily didn’t want to see him, not even a little, and yet she had no choice.I felt so bad for her. My chest ached because there was nothing I could do to stop it. All I wanted was for her to be safe, for her to feel like she had some control over her life, but this whole mess made that impossible.And on top of everything, I hadn’t even told her about Bryan. We’d met a few months ago, and things were serious between us now. There were so many times I wanted to share it with her, to talk to my best friend about my little rom-com life, about the butterflies and the laughs and the moments that made me smile. But I felt selfish. H

Emily's POV The moment the plate hit my head, a sharp pain shot through my skull. I hissed and grabbed my forehead instinctively, pressing my palm into the throbbing spot as warm liquid rolled down my face.Miss Samantha gasped loudly behind me.“Holy gosh…Emily!”I blinked as more blood trickled down my cheek. I pulled my hand back and stared at my palm which was now filled with my blood.When I looked up, Skylar was staring at me with wide, terrified eyes, her whole tiny frame shaking. She hugged her knees to her chest like she was trying to make herself disappear.“You lied… you lied!” she cried, her voice cracking.Despite the pain pulsing through my skull, I forced my feet to move toward her slowly.“Skylar…” I whispered.“Stay away from me!” she screamed, flinching. “You’re all liars… liars! Like…like…like him!”She froze immediately, her gaze going blank for a second. “Like who?” I asked softly, even though my own head was pounding.“Nothing…nothing!” Skylar trembled, curling

Tyler's POV “Let’s go,” Emily said sharply as she grabbed Wendy’s wrist and stormed out.I stood there like an idiot, watching the two of them disappear through the door, watching the anger all over her face. And I knew I was the reason for every single bit of it.The bandage on her head was because of my sister. And the worst part? This wasn’t even the first time Emily had gotten hurt because of me. Everything bruise, every tear, every sleepless night, somehow led back to me.And now she wanted a job, I didn't like the idea. Not because I didn't want her to have freedom, but because she had to “fend for herself.”That sentence had been stabbing me nonstop since she said it.I could take care of her. I wanted to take care of her. I had the ability. I had the means. She didn’t need to wake up at dawn, get dressed, go somewhere she’d be ordered around, come home exhausted, and get paid peanuts at the end of the month. That was not the life I wanted for my wife.If she wanted independen