All Chapters of Despised By My Billionaire Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“I hear you, baby, I hear you. And if at any point you feel like you can't hold on anymore, I want to be the first you call. I'll have you out of that sham of a marriage in a heartbeat. It's barely been a week since you said ‘I do’ and already this?” She squeezed me tighter, stroking my hair. “You'll be fine.” “Mom, who is he?” I asked, lifting my head from her shoulder.Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and he walked in. “Did I interrupt something? Sorry, but I have to go now,” he said, scratching his head shyly as he walked into my room.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice stripped of all politeness. “Kora, not now. I'll explain later,” my mom said, her voice firm. I remained calm but kept my eyes locked on him. “Hi,” he said with a small wave, then paused, his eyes narrowing as if trying to place me. “Wait. You are Kora Miles?” He looked genuinely shocked. I wasn't moved by his shock. Everyone had seen the news.“The Kora Miles?” he asked, looking even more stunned.N

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Say it,” he urged. “Just say the word, and I'll grant your filthy desires.” He stroked a finger across my lips. I was mad at him, but strangely, I still wanted a taste of him. All day, the scene of him and Benny played in my head, but it wasn't Benny this time; it was me. Kneeling before him, calling his name, bending over the table with his tie around my waist, while he had his way with my body. All the nights I had waited for him to come to me, but woke up alone, I had touched myself with him in mind. I wasn't crazy; he was my husband, even though unreachable. His lips felt cold on mine. I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't know when he wrapped his hands around my waist, probing my mouth with his tongue, searching. My bag dropped to the floor. My hand roamed his broad back as I returned the demand of his kiss. “Say it,” he muffled against my lips, kissing me hungrily. I tasted the alcohol on his tongue. I was supposed to

There was another brief silence. Aldwin looked at Tommy with an incredulous expression. “You must be out of your mind. Are you that hungry for a stake in Imperial? You're betting for equity in my company? Ask for something more realistic,” Aldwin replied. “That settles it, then,” Tommy said, sipping his drink. “What do you mean?” “You must believe my speculation. Otherwise, why fear a risk-free bet? From your standpoint, you have nothing to lose. You're certain I'll lose, as I always have. So what are you afraid of?” Tommy seemed confident. Aldwin seemed to be weighing his thoughts. “Of course, I'm always right, especially about things like this. But you have to pick another option.” “Either that, or you do whatever I ask.” “Ridiculous,” Aldwin laughed at Tommy's demand. “Whatever you ask for? You could ask for ten percent. I can't agree on that.” “Why do you sound like you’re preparing yourself for failure?” Tommy questioned. “Whew! I didn't see that coming,” Murphy chim

BENNY “Hey, Dad,” Benny said happily, walking over to him. He seemed too calm, unlike how he used to be whenever he saw the daughter he was so proud of. She knew something was up. “You asked to see me,” she added, after kissing him on the cheek. “Yes. How is it going with the Riley case?” he asked, without looking at her. “Very well. We've reached a settlement agreement, pending your final approval. They've accepted liability, and the damages fall within the range we discussed.” “And the non-disclosure?” he asked. “Signed this morning. Neither party will speak on the terms.” “Very good. That's not why I called you. There's something I have to tell you.” He lifted his head and met her gaze. His eyes held an uncertainty—unsure whether to say it, or keep it to himself. “Tell me what? Dad, is everything okay?” “Remember the woman I told you I was seeing?” “Yes. What about her?” He paused briefly, with a sigh. “She's Kora's mother.” “Who is Kora?” She asked, then her eyes lit

“You don't have to. I'm a chef remember?” I said enthusiastically, a smile curving around my lips. “I don't give a fuck what you were. That's not what you're here for. I have a chef. Where's John?” He turned to Celine, who stood a few steps away. She trembled. John walked in just then. “Sir Aldwin, you’re back.” “Did you hand over your cooking to my wife?” “No. We actually cooked together,” he said, smiling. “This will be the last time. She's not allowed to cook any of the meals. You’re here for that,” Aldwin’s warning carried a chilled finality, hands on his hips. “I didn't want that either, but she was insistent,” John defended. I was glad he did. “It shouldn't happen again,” Aldwin said, pulling out a chair from under the dining table. “Yes Sir,” John replied, and took his leave. “Take off that thing around your neck and come eat,” Aldwin said, pointing at the apron hanging around my neck. I yanked it off, handed it to Grace, and took a seat beside him. “Go take a sho