All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebound Wife (English): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

BOOK 2 CHAPTER 27  My simple backward steps kept multiplying until I suddenly realized I was running straight to my room. Dylan didn't follow me, but the anxiety in my chest just wouldn't fade. I instinctively clutched my chest, catching my breath as I sat down on the edge of my bed. Even now, I still couldn't believe what had just happened. It felt… weird. Dylan… he kissed me. Dylan actually kissed me! I slapped myself across the face, thinking I must be dreaming, but even after a few slaps, I didn't wake up—because I was already wide awake. Taking a deep breath, my hands shook as I reached for my phone on the bedside table. I was about to type Brielle's name into my contacts, but I froze mid-motion. If I told her that Dylan kissed me… what would happen? Would I lose my job here at Dylan's house? Would they get into a massive fight? Would

BOOK 2 CHAPTER 29 For the countless time, my mouth fell open, and I stared at him in utter disbelief. Was he seriously asking me this? "Paige is my daughter," I answered sharply. Was he seriously going to question my own motherhood now? Had he completely lost it? A heavy silence descended between us, making the room feel even more suffocated by tension. I could tell he was furious right now, but what I couldn't comprehend was… why on earth was he the one getting angry? I was the one he kissed last night without permission! Why did it feel like I was the one at fault just because I told him I had a family and that he couldn't lay a hand on me? I had spent all of last night carefully planning what to say to him so we could fix this mess rationally, but here he was, completely rejecting reality. I knew it must be devastating to find out that the woman who looks exactly like his late wife has a fa

BOOK 2 CHAPTER 31 “Sweetheart, you can’t just go around telling someone she’s your wife. I saw her downstairs, and she looked completely overwhelmed by all of this. You’re putting too much pressure on her, Dylan. Let your father and uncles handle the investigation—” “And do what, Mom? Just sit around and keep waiting? They told me they would convince Senator Clemente to agree to a DNA test… and what happened? Nothing. Still nothing. If Thalia really is Kaia, then a DNA test will prove it. But what if Senator Clemente refuses? That bastard.” A DNA test? Did that mean they wanted to test my DNA against Senator Clemente's? Were they serious? “You and your Uncle Damon are the ones who put Senator Clemente behind bars, Dylan. You can’t expect him to be cooperative in this matter. He still needs to be persuaded,” Mrs. Fontanilla&mdash

BOOK 2 CHAPTER 33 The days following my fight with Dylan flew by in a blur. In all the months since I’d moved to the city, I don't think I had ever felt this profoundly listless, despite keeping myself busy taking care of Rory. It felt like something was missing. To make matters worse, it felt like the universe was playing a joke on me as I sat there holding Rory, watching Brielle and Aziel pack. They were in a whirlwind of activity, sorting through their belongings. "Brielle, we're going there for a business trip, not a vacation. You don't need those," Aziel complained. I glanced over to see what he was talking about. "What? Even if it's for work, I still have to look good," Brielle insisted, throwing a pair of hot-pink stiletto heels into her suitcase anyway—heels so ridiculously high I doubted anyone could actually walk in them. Aziel just shoo

BOOK 2 CHAPTER 35  The drive passed in absolute silence. I was fully absorbed in watching the landscape blur past, while Dylan focused entirely on the road. The silence only broke when he pulled the car into a fast-food drive-thru. "What do you want to eat?" He turned to look back at me, waiting for a response. I shrugged, looking at him blankly. "I don't know," I admitted. We didn't really have drive-thrus back on the island, and whenever Brielle used one, she just ordered whatever she wanted and handed me a duplicate. Dylan let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head before speaking into the intercom to place the order. I frowned deeper at his reaction. He probably thought I was entirely uncultured—which, to be fair, I kind of was. I suppose that was one of the reasons I had been so desperate to leave the island in the first place. I wanted to e