All Chapters of Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

‘I’m ready. Let’s go.’Vanessa finally emerged from the dressing room after I’d checked my watch for the tenth time.She was dressed… grandly.Even for a formal black-tie event, it felt excessive. A gown of shimmering pearl-white silk satin, form-fitting with a dramatic train, a full set of diamond jewellery, and her hair done up in a chignon under a fucking tiara.She looked like she was about to crown herself queen.‘How do I look?’ She saw me looking and twirled in front of me.‘Very nice.’ I headed for the door. ‘Come on. We’re late.’I wouldn’t have brought her if I’d had any other choice. But she’d somehow caught wind of the event and insisted on coming, and I couldn’t get Hyacinth to answer her damn phone.Thinking of Hyacinth, I checked my phone again.After my strict warning the last time she went clubbing, it was hard to believe she’d defy me and go out with Portia again.Yet she’d not only done it, she’d stayed out all night. She hadn’t come home, and now she wasn’t even pic

Vanessa suddenly lunged forward and shoved me to the ground.‘You filthy bitch! Weren’t those men supposed to finish you off last night? You should be dead!’I hit the floor hard.‘Cary, she’s been tainted!’ Vanessa screamed hysterically. ‘She slept with eight men last night! One of them has AIDS! She’s filthy, she’s ruined, she’s nothing but trash! How could you possibly still want her?’Even from several feet away, I could smell the alcohol on her breath. Was she completely out of her mind?The entire ballroom froze in shock.I pushed myself up from the floor. ‘I was going to deal with you later,’ I said coldly, ‘but since you insist on confessing in public—fine. You’re not only vicious, you’re stupid.’Then I turned to Tanya Grant. ‘This is the refined, well-bred daughter-in-law you wanted so badly? The one you’ll be visiting in prison someday?’Tanya stood there, utterly speechless.Cary’s expression was lethal.‘Why is everyone looking at me like that? Don’t listen to her!’ Vaness

When I showed him the divorce papers again, Cary’s reaction was exactly what I expected.He tore the papers into confetti. ‘I didn’t sign this.’‘There are backup copies,’ I said calmly. ‘And backups to those backups.’He spun on me, eyes blazing. ‘I never agreed to a divorce.’‘But your mother did.’‘My mother doesn’t fucking speak for me.’I didn’t bother arguing. ‘You signed the papers, Cary.’‘You tricked me.’‘Doesn’t change the fact that it’s your signature. If you’re not happy about it, call a lawyer.’He stepped forward until our noses almost touched. His breath hit my face, hot and furious.‘You’ve been planning this all along.’‘I have,’ I said. ‘I want out.’‘No fucking way.’If looks could kill, I’d already be a smoking crater.‘You said yourself what we have isn’t a marriage. It’s a transaction. And all transactions end eventually.’‘Not until I say so.’I refused to back down at this point; I’d come too far. ‘Our marriage is a joke. You bought me with money. You’re ten ti

I got to the tarmac just in time to see her disappear into Lochlan’s private jet.My Hyacinth. My wife. Boarding the plane of a man who wore the suit she’d bought him, the same man she’d sneaked out once to meet at that bloody golf course.My hands tightened on the steering wheel until the leather groaned.I could’ve stopped it. One call to the control tower, a quick security alert, a made-up threat. The whole airport would’ve shut down in minutes.The old me wouldn’t have hesitated.But then I saw her eyes in my mind. Those eyes that used to soften when she looked at me, frozen with fear in the study. That look stopped me cold.Since when did I give a damn what anyone thought of me? Especially a woman I’d acquired with a contract and a pen stroke.Love. What a fucking nuisance. My mother, in one of her few sober moments, got that part right. It strips you bare. Makes you weak.Here I was, Cary Grant, the man who moved markets and broke corporations before breakfast, sitting in my car

Praying he was still asleep, I raised my head and locked eyes with Lochlan’s pale, clear stare.There was nothing sleepy about him. He was fully alert.I snatched my hand back as if burnt and straightened up. I stared intently at the headboard, at the pillow, anywhere but his face. ‘Um, boss, time to get up. You’ve got a meeting in an hour.’Then I bolted.I didn’t stop until I was back in my own room.I splashed cold water on my face. The girl in the mirror looked like she had run a marathon in a sauna. My face was blazing red, my eyes shiny with some feral gleam.How had a routine wake-up call turned into an accidental kiss?I scrubbed my face with cleanser as if I could scrub the memory out of existence.It didn’t work.The feel of his jaw under my lips, the ghost of his scent, the mix of silk and warm muscle... every detail was seared into my brain.When Lochlan finally came down to the lobby, I couldn’t look him in the eye. My gaze slipped to his jaw, now clean-shaven. I forced my