All Chapters of EX-CONVICT TO TRILLIONAIRE WIFE 18+: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.What would you do if the person you were supposed to trust most stabbed you in the back?I watched as the prison gates opened automatically, granting me the freedom I had stolen from me for the last five years. If there was anything prison taught me, it was how to hide a knife behind my smile.And patience… so much fucking patience,The events of the past five years burned fresh in my memory. I was sentenced to the worst prison in all of America, and all for a crime I never committed. The murder of the homeless man I always saw patrolling the streets close to our house. *FIVE YEARS AGO*“No! I swear I didn’t do this.” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks as the hefty officers behind me gripped my arms, forcing me to stay in a spot as I tried to reach my mother. It felt like no one was hearing me, like I was all alone on the other side of a room separated by glass as I screamed, but no one could hear me.“Mom, please tell them you believe me.” I sobbed out

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.I watched from my binoculars while I leaned against the car seat. My sister and her so-called fiancé were having dinner in the palace-like restaurant…or rather, they were supposed to be having dinner. All I could see was the stone-faced billionaire disregard her as though she didn’t exist while she babbled away some nonsense. Sophia has never been a smart girl, nor could she hold intellectually stimulating conversations. If the small talk was outside of sex and partying, she would remain mute. I ran my hands through my now black hair; I’d dyed it this morning.Because if this plan worked, I had to look exactly like my sister. I smiled at the image of her excusing herself to probably use the bathroom. Kirill didn’t even glance at her as she said that, nor did he when she stood. His gaze was transfixed on the newspaper he held instead. I tightened the coat I borrowed from a thrift store in a bid to hide my nervousness. The huge brown thing looked exactly like t

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.My lips still burned from the intensity of his kiss, but I tried to hide how flustered I was, as I squared my shoulders, avoiced his piercing dark gaze, and turned to stare at my sister, who stood in my mother’s arms, her face red as if she would shoot steam from her ears.“Checkmate, sis,” I said, clutching my flower bouquet tightly while fighting the urge to hurl it at her head. Five years….she stole five years from me, and thought she could just what?Carry on and become the princess of London’s high society… never, over my dead fucking body.She jumped from my mother’s arms and stopped in front of Kirill. Her eyes shone with the same manipulative glint she always used to steal my boyfriends in the past, because Sophia could never stand me being happy, or any boy having the slightest interest in me. I remember crying to sleep on most nights while I’d have to stomach the sound of her and another one of my boyfriends fucking in the room right next to mine.“Ki

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW. Sophia didn’t waste a moment.I’d woken up that morning after a long night of tossing and turning before I’d finally fallen asleep. But before I could let the information I’d gotten yesterday dwell in my mind, my phone practically blew up with different notifications. For a moment, I’d forgotten what happened until I saw him.Kirill Volkov.Sitting in the armchair beside the window, dressed in a dark suit without the jacket, his top buttons popped open to reveal his broad chest, the white shirt rolled to his elbows, so his veins lining his forearms were on display. I’d swallowed hard, as my pussy tingled with desire. He looked like the object of any straight woman’s desire.My husband.God help me.He didn’t glance my way, even as my bare legs brushed against the silk sheets. All he stared at was the tablet, which glowed in his hand as he scrolled away at it. I could tell something was wrong before he even spoke.“Don’t check your phone,” he said, voice low