All Chapters of The Billionaire Rejected Me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I entered and sat beside the bed, and he promptly rested his hand on my thigh while one of baby Praise's backs kept moving back and forth as she looked at both Lazarus and me. She craned her neck to look up at me, and then here she goes again, calling me 'my,' always cute as can be.When our eyes met, it seemed like all the sleepiness vanished from his eyes. It turned out to be so intense."Your dirty little tasty mouth is turning me on, Cali. Stop saying words I don't like, baby."I remembered what happened before. Every time I cursed, he'd be more inclined to take advantage of me.I was in the mood to tease him, so I drew nearer to him to whisper. Lazarus couldn't take me down on this bed anyway."Remember?" I deliberately aligned my lips with his ear while he was lying down. He couldn't move to get me because baby Praise was flat on her stomach upon his bare, tidy chest. I grinned. "Fuck you to the depths of hell and back."A frown appeared on his handsome face. Even though his han

I fixed my gaze on Lazarus, watching him rise with authority from his seat at the far end of the conference table.All the shareholders had white folders in front of them, alongside glasses of water. All eyes were on me, lingering, scrutinizing, and some of the handsome businessmen couldn't help but steal glances, though they maintained their formal composure. How professional.I was an interesting sight to behold.I caught the discreet lowering of the eyes of a businessman at my side. He was checking me out, clearly appreciating the sight of my exposed long legs."My apologies, Sir," I heard Carl's trembling voice from far behind me when Lazarus shot him a stern look.I couldn't discern any expression on Lazarus's face when his gaze returned to me.I smiled at him, mocking him, challenging him to do something he should have done earlier before things escalated."Carl? My coffee..." I directed my attention to Carl, who was standing a bit far from me, still holding my Coffee Frappuccin

"I want to move this meeting next week, I apologize," said Lazarus to the man while kissing my head as if conveying something to the man.The man looked at me and nodded as if he knew something. "Sure thing."Lazarus and I left the restaurant with him still holding my shoulder and he quickly ushered me into his very tinted expensive car. He tightened his grip on the back of my dress when I entered his car.He noticed the cold sweat? is that why he didn't continue the meeting?"Lazarus, why—"I almost jumped out of my seat when he violently closed the front seat door and immediately went around the front of the car to get in and sit in the driver's seat.he hadn't started the car yet and someone scratched the backseat, apparently looking for something.I rested my head on the headrest when I felt the pain again. I feel cold and I feel like I have a fever."Take it off," he pointed at my thin clothes when he saw a black tee shirt and a towel in the backseat. It was his tee shirt and ove

"Zon? Where are you going?" I asked Zon, who was about to leave Lazarus's office.Lazarus was in a meeting, and I was here, sitting in his swivel chair, reading some articles and files.We brought the kids here. There's even a crib on the side for baby Praise. There's a personal restroom and kitchenette here, so we won't have a hard time. Luzon was very famous in this company. It seemed like every employee knew him. He often walked around downstairs and went to different corners of the building, but Lazarus forbade him from going outside."Downstairs, Momma. I have a friend, her mother was working here too. She's always here, Momma, because she doesn't have anyone to be with at their house," my son gave a serious answer and stepped away from the door to come closer to me."Her? A girl?""Yes, Momma, and she's always ignoring me. I don't know, am I not handsome, Momma? Don't girls like handsome boys?"I was intrigued by what my son said, so I let go of the folders I was holding and sto

EpilogueA white wall and ceiling, a cacophony of screams, and the smell of medicines filled the air of the mental hospital.I followed closely behind the nurse, who was leading me to a room to visit someone.I wanted to visit her. She, she's the reason why all of those bad and painful things happened to me. She's also the reason why I was where I was.Kiana had told me last week about her condition and informed me of everything she knew, including the location and name of the mental hospital where Samantha's mental health was being monitored safely.I wanted to face her now because this afternoon, Lazarus and my children and I will be leaving for Compostela Valley, to his Grandpa's hacienda.I left the three of them in our house, instructed them to pack our things, and told Lazarus where I was going. As a Cavanaugh, he insisted on coming with me, but I rejected his offer.Who knows what Samantha might do if she sees Lazarus' disturbed face. I doubt she's forgotten about him. After al