All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SimoneI could hear my heart hammer against my ribs as I crouched beside Nate’s Phantom, and pulled out the small magnetic GPS tracker from my purse. I had worked out my plan perfectly, crying before Gramps so he can call Nate over to talk to him about unblocking my family’s access. It was such a relief when Gramps asked me to leave, it meant I could install the GPS tracker Zion had given to me. My fingers trembled as I held the tracker, it was palm sized, matte black, the color of Nate’s car, means he would not be able to detect it easily. Quickly, I wriggled under the rear bumper, my head turning to look around one more time to make sure no one was watching. I felt like a criminal committing a crime. But of course, this is a crime and God knows the punishment if I get caught. According to Zion’s advice, I reached out feeling for a flat metal surface, my hand brushing against something cool and solid. I pressed the tracker against the frame, hearing the sharp sound of click of th

Nate The air was still wet with dew from the fog, even though the sun was already rising. I stepped out of my car, my eyes scanning the road, as I crossed over to the bar across the street. The “closed” sign was still on display but I pushed the door, knowing it was open. As expected, five gentlemen were already seated at a table, suited up and awaiting my arrival. “Good morning, Mr Scot” they all greeted as I sat down, and waved at the owner to step outside. “Good morning” I nodded at the five of them on the table, watching their expressions closely as I opened my briefcase to bring out the Henderson contract. Before I ever considered marrying Simone, I thought of ways to hijack the Henderson deal from under Zion’s nose. Marrying Simone was one, but I needed 70 percent of the board of directors to be in tune with me. Reaching out to Mr Grey was only a formality, and after he screwed with the contract, it was time to take matters into my own hands. “You all know why we are her

Simone The silence was deafening, cameras stop flashing, hands paused in the middle of typing like we were in a time loop. What the actual hell? Loud gasps shattered the deafening silence like a glass and questions started rolling. “But Mr Nate, that deal was in your brother’s hands?”“How did Nyx Holding get to sign the Henderson deal over Scot Holdings” “So, you married Simone Ashton to sign over the deal?” The questions kept rolling in, but Nate was silent. This turned fast from a dinner into a press conference. My eyes watched Nate from the periphery and I could see him holding his glass very tightly, as if he wanted to shatter it. His left eye twitched a little, but it quickly stopped. He seemed totally composed, there were too many cameras here for him to lose his cool. “This isn’t a press conference” Nate smiled at them all, his face filled with so much charm and joy? I couldn’t place a name on that. “Tomorrow morning, Nyx will release a press statement. For now, celebr

Nate Brown eyes kept staring at me, searching my face then my hands, to see if I was hurt. I swallowed whatever emotion that was bubbling up and helped her up. “I’m fine” I held her arms tightly, eyes scanning her body for any other injury “you should worry about yourself”With that, I bent down and carried her bridal style. Camera flashes almost blinded my eyes as I walked out of the room, leaving behind my guests. “Put me down” she protested as I walked into the elevator. “I can walk fine” I didn’t respond, my eyes were focused in the air as I wrapped my head around the thought of almost being murdered. Again! “I said put me down” she wiggled in my arms as I stepped out of the elevator in the fifth floor. “Okay” I threw her on the bed of the hotel room I’d stayed the night before. “So this is where you’ve been. Here I was thinking something happened to you” she whispered the last part to herself. “I need a first aid kit” I demanded on the reception line. “Listen, I’m goo

Simone I twisted my fingers and untwisted them, the little sign that tells you a person is nervous. Gramps said something funny, I laughed, and checked the time on the phone, for the sixth time since he arrived. Why wasn’t Nate here yet? He left the press conference over an hour ago. I know I said I loved Gramps, but the man could be intimidating. It wasn’t the kind of I was born better than you so you should hide away when I’m in the room intimidation like my father. Or the I could do something dangerous to you like Nate and his brother. It was something quiet, like a righteous aura he carried about him, and sitting with him for over an hour, hearing him make small talks and laugh at his own jokes makes me feel bad. I was in league with one of his grandsons to betray the other. Isn’t that classic? He walks in like he owns the place, hands on his pocket, a thin frown forming on his lips immediately his eyes landed on Gramps in the kitchen stool. “Fun day?” He asks, he doesn’t gre