บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Devious Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“I’ll call you!” Stephan hollered from his car, and I let out a small laugh as I waved him goodbye. He had just dropped me off at my place after we had breakfast together in the hotel room he booked last night.Speaking of last night, I wouldn’t call it perfect, but it was well spent. It had been so long since I last had sex, and while Stephan was good in bed, the stupid part of me who refused to forget about Declan prevented me from being satisfied because I kept comparing Stephan to Declan.I knew that was a terrible move, but I didn’t do it by choice. I didn’t want to do it, but no matter how hard I tried to stop my mind from comparing them together, I couldn’t. Stephan was gentle with me, and he made sure to make me feel beautiful and loved all night, but that wasn’t enough.He wasn’t Declan. I walked into my house, eager to change into something comfortable. I loved my designer dress, but that didn’t mean I wanted to wear it two days in a row. And I also wanted to get out of my

I had been in my studio, working on a new painting for the past three hours. I was about to leave soon because I had a date with Stephan tonight. I decided to give us a chance because after seeing Declan at the hospital, I became certain that I needed to do everything in my power to get Declan out of my system.I heard about people sleeping together to get each other out of their systems; however, I found the idea utterly ridiculous. I knew that if I slept with Declan, I’d end up giving in to him. I wouldn’t be getting him out of my system; I’d be stabilizing his presence in my life.I hated how much I enjoyed our conversation in the cafeteria. It was like nothing was wrong between us—like catching up with someone you used to be so close to.When I got home, I tried to find anything I could hate about our encounter, but I failed miserably. Despite the terrible circumstances, I never felt I was at ease the way I felt that day.Just as I was about to let my brush touch the canvas, the d

It felt like someone kept hitting my head with a sledgehammer. Every time I tried to lift my head, I groaned in pain.Did I drink that much last night?I had been awake in bed for a while, and I could remember bits and pieces of what happened, like calling Kendra; however, I didn’t know what exactly happened afterwards. All I knew was that I was in a room that wasn’t mine. I just couldn’t keep my eyes open for long enough to determine where I was.Was I at Kendra’s place? The idea brought hope to my heart, which gave me an incentive to open my eyes despite how painful it was.I forced myself to sit up and slowly looked around. The hope I once had in my heart soon turned into disappointment because I knew exactly where I was. I was at Lana’s house.The question was, how on earth did I get here? Did I call an Uber? Did I call Lana to pick me up after getting too drunk to even remember the events of last night?I groaned loudly and got out of bed. Perhaps a hot shower could put me in a be

I didn’t know what I was doing at her place, but I hoped she’d be able to help me out with this mess. Joelle was my only hope to find a solution for this before I was forced to pay my hard-earned money to buy that bastard’s silence.I knocked on her door, knowing she was inside since her car was parked in her driveway. I hadn’t stopped crying since I left Stephan’s apartment, and I didn’t think I’d be able to stop anytime soon.Joelle opened the door for me, but once her eyes fell on me, her face fell.“Joelle, I need your help. I don’t know what to do,” I cried, walking inside. “Stephan filmed us when we had sex together, and now he’s blackmailing me. I either pay him twenty million dollars or he’s going to post the video online. He also told me he has other things on me, but I don’t know what else he might have. I only invited him once to my place, but what if he had installed cameras?” Joelle placed her hand on my arm, and I stopped talking. I was aware that I was rambling, but was

I received a call from my men twenty minutes ago telling me they had brought Stephan to the location I told them about, so I was driving there to settle everything once and for all.“I never got to thank you last night for telling me,” I told Elijah. He was with me in the car because when I received the call, he was with me and insisted on accompanying me. He believed that I might do something foolish if I didn’t have someone to keep me under control in case I lost my temper.There was a high chance I might lose it. “I did the right thing. I knew you’d want to know if she was in trouble, and I was certain no one would be better than you to help her out,” he said.My best friend was right. If he hadn’t told me and I found out on my own later on that she was in this kind of trouble, I would have wreaked havoc.We arrived at the warehouse, and I walked inside with Elijah by my side.Stephan was sitting on a metal chair surrounded by six of my men. They didn’t need to tie him up, and he