All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nate I turned the sausage on the tong, making sure it is properly cooked on every sides, and I do the same for everything else on the grill. I keep my eyes on the grill, but my mind was somewhere else. With a brown eyed brunette whose intention towards me was bad. Which is exactly why I needed to know. What was her reason for pushing me away from the falling light? If I was being completely honest, that wasn’t the only thought about her that has bugged me tirelessly. The look in this brown eyes when she asked if I was okay, like she was worried about me, like someone in the world was finally worried about me did crazy things to my chest I’m not yet willing to acknowledge. The way she felt in my arms as I held her to me on the floor, like she belonged there and no where else. The way goosebumps appeared on her thighs as I cleaned her and bandaged her wound. The way she had shifted uncomfortably when I had bent down to examine her wound earlier today, like she wanted me near her and

Simone I was standing in the middle of the road, over hundred miles away from home, and not a single car has passed in the last five minutes. I haven’t moved from this spot, because I’m finding it difficult to believe this was happening right now. I checked my phone, not a damn signal. “Ahhhhhhhh” I screamed into the night air, the echo of my voice reminding me that I was alone. One by one, I moved my feet in front of the other. I know the way home, and I am going to make it. He thought I was going to beg him? No way in hell. I didn’t even beg father anytime he grounded me or sent he away to one torturous school or another. But the thought that bothers me is, how did he find that out? I mean Zion assured me that GPS was almost undetectable. The day had started out fine. The little conversation in the kitchen, his inviting me over to his office and how I had spent hours stressing over what to wear and how best to do my makeup. I wore these damn heels so I would be taller and it

Nate I watched her as she slept, eyes closed, long lashes that curled at the top, and the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. She looked peaceful, like she wasn’t fighting any battles. Her chest heaved, a small snore coming from her as she clutched onto me harder. She was asleep for over an hour now, but I still haven’t moved. I just watched her, a warm uncomfortable feeling forming in my chest. I never meant for her to come home in the rain, and as I stood on top of the stairs, watching her cry her eyes out to Helen, guilt filled me up. But why was I guilty? It wasn’t as if she didn’t betray me first. When she came in this evening, she was pale. Her movements were sluggish and an alarm started to go off in my head when she didn’t respond to me. Lines were forming on her forehead as if she was fighting off an headache. “No one has ever fed me soup or taken care of me when I was sick” that tore at my heart more than I would like to admit. Even Gramps fed me soup

Simone I had paced around my room five times now. I stood up from my bed and headed downstairs, nothing. I had checked the news for any update, just a bunch of assumptions. I had called Nate two times but no answer. “Hey. Are you okay?” He didn’t respond to my text either. But none of these were the only things eating me up. Why the hell am I concerned about Nate. This was my fault, I had given the document to Zion. But I couldn’t help the pang of guilt that ate at my heart every time I remembered how he had stood in front of his office building, cameras flashing at him, and couldn’t say nothing. He had answered a call, and walked away, the press following hotly behind, as he entered his car. He hasn’t come home since and I worried what he was up to. Why was I worried? It’s not like we are a real couple. It was getting dark, and I was worried. What if he had gone after Zion. What if a bigger trouble had happened and it was all because of me? What if he finds out that I was

Nate “Hey Nate. Zion says to rot in hell” My chest tightened as I bled, staggering on the road. I couldn’t breathe..the knife still plunged deeply into my chest. “Yo man” I heard someone say as he tapped the person next to him. “We need to get out of here” the person says. “Hell no. We need to take him to the hospital” “And end up in trouble? We already have enough on our plate” “But we can’t just leave him” “Help” I coughed out blood, feeling my knees give way as I fell to the ground. My world was getting darker and my heart was slowly giving up on me. “Fuck it” one of them says as they rushed to me. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry, I’ve got you” My eyes flashed open, my breathing rugged as I took in where I was. I was in Gramps study, sleeping on his couch. Instinctively, my hands flew to the little ugly scar on my chest, close to my heart. The proof of Zion’s betrayal. The proof that Simone caressed, as if she wasn’t betraying me herself. Her