All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MINA’S POV"Look at the pretty dress I made for the princess, Aunty Mina," Lorna giggled, holding up a plastic doll as we sat cross-legged on the soft pink rug in her bedroom, I smiled my sweetest, most innocent smile and gently brushed a dark curl away from her face. Winning her over was the easiest game I had ever played."It is the most beautiful dress in the whole world, my darling," I cooed softly, making sure my voice sounded sweet. "You are so so smart, and I just love playing with you so much, you are my favorite person in this house.""I love playing with you too, you are my best friend," Lorna beamed, leaning forward to hug my arm. A dark thrill rushed through my veins because she was already choosing me."We are going to be best friends forever, Lorna, and I will always keep your secrets," I whispered, handing her another toy chair for the dollhouse. "Because best friends always stick together, right?""Right!" Lorna cheered, happily arranging the furniture inside the litt

MINA’S POVI paced back and forth in the basement. My chest heaved with rage as my hand hovered over my stinging cheek, and I could still feel the humiliating impact of Roosevelt’s hand hitting my face."I am going to kill her," I hissed to the room and kicked the leg of the bed so hard that my toes throbbed. "I will tear apart her fucking life!"I reached into my bra and pulled out the burner phone, my fingers shook aggressively as I dialed Mateo’s number and pressed the phone hard against my ear, i didn’t even wait for him to say hello when he answered."I can't take this rubbish anymore, Mateo, I’m done being the useless maid for that woman!" I screamed into the phone, keeping my voice low and vibrating to avoid being heard upstairs. "She slapped me, Mateo! She actually raised her hand and hit my precious face!""Mina, lower your voice and calm down, what did Roosevelt do to you?" Mateo demanded, his deep voice crackling."She slapped me! She fucking hit me so hard I fell backward

ZYRAN’S POVI snapped the lighter shut with a click. The sound jolted me out of the memory. A tear slipped from my eye and rolled slowly down my cheek.I hated that memory, I truly detested it because it reminded me of the bastard I used to be. I was a psycho so addicted to fire that I stood there and watched innocent victims burn instead of trying to save them.Even now, I still loved fire. The deep, primal fascination remained buried in my mind, but it wasn’t as strong as before. I had spent years fighting it, trying hard to overcome that sick addiction, especially after the tragedy that shattered my life.I remembered coming home from work at just twenty-two, finding my childhood home fully engulfed in a big fire. I knew my father was trapped inside, yet, instead of running in to pull him out, my pyromania took over. It paralyzed me on the front lawn and I became completely engrossed in watching the fire consume everything. By the time the paramedics arrived, it was too late. My fa

ROOSEVELT’S POV"I am telling you, Rose, it was like a scene out of a mafia movie," Nixie whispered anxiously, pacing across the carpet of my office. Her hands waved in the air as she described what she had just seen."Nixie, please, you're making me dizzy," I sighed, rubbing my temples and glancing down at the huge stack of blueprints on my desk. "I have three hotel contracts to finalize before three o'clock. I can't deal with conspiracy theories right now.""It’s not a conspiracy theory, I saw her with my own eyes!" Nixie countered, marching up to my desk and leaning over the desk. Her eyes were wide with panic. "Mina was wearing a hoodie to hide her face, she got into a car with tinted windows, and there were huge men around the car!""Maybe she called an Uber, Nixie. Or perhaps she found a support group for women who have been abused," I suggested softly, trying to keep my voice calm and rational. "She has a little money from her maid salary now, so she can leave the house and go

ROOSEVELT’S POV The loud crack of the table splitting down the middle echoed through the kitchen like a gunshot. The sound sucked all the air out of the room. I jumped back, covering my mouth as a cloud of white dust filled the air. I stared at it, my whole body trembling with shock. Zyran stood frozen over the shattered table, his chest heaving rapidly. He slowly lifted his hands, staring blankly at his split, bleeding knuckles, as if he didn’t recognize what he had just become. "Zyran," I whispered, my voice shaking so much it barely came out, "Look at what you just did." He raised his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine. "Roosevelt, I..." Zyran choked out, taking a hesitant step toward me, his bloody hands dropped to his sides. "I didn't mean to do that, I just... I am so terrified of losing her." Before I could answer, a loud wail erupted from the living room. "Mama! Daddy!" Lorna screamed, her voice cracking with fear. The sound of our daughter crying drained the anger fro