All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Simone “Do you really hate me?” His voice was raw, as if broken, and his words came out like a plea, as if he didn’t want me to hate him. But how could I not hate him? When he was the reason I started to doubt myself and question my choices. How could I not when he had always been mean to me? I remember the fear that gripped me when Chloe called that Father was sending mother away. It was always his way of threat to keep me in check. He knows my mother will lose it if she is away from him, and it was his weapon to use me his as he likes. Like a maniac, I had run to him, begging him, promising that I would do anything, so he doesn’t send her away. Then, he threw the file at me, the one that had ruined our family. This was all Nate’s doing, he had fed on father’s greed. I was angry, but within me, I knew that anger wasn’t directed at Nate. He saw an opportunity and used it. I was angry that my father had let his greed control him and now I have to pay for it. With

Nate All week I had felt an ache in my chest, one that I had refused to acknowledge. At intervals, it would come up, making my heart beat fast. It came up in the meeting with Todd, the young man who had loosened the lights that almost maimed or killed me. As he talked about all he gathered, and handed me a piece of paper containing one single name, Alex Camden. I didn’t know what to do with the name, but the name had always come up in a conversation between White and Zion. Todd had heard it countless times and the last conversation was a heated argument about tracking him down. Who was Alex? Why did they talk about him in hushed tones? And why was it important they find him? I had tried to find him but my sources fell short, so instead, I had travelled to take care of my overseas trading investments. The investors kept talking, pulling out sales record and comparing different markets, but I wasn’t focused. And I felt that ache in my chest again as her text had come, aski

Nate It was supposed to be quick, a little peck on the lips to spite Zion. But then, my lips touched hers, and my restraint snapped hard. I felt anger that Zion and her father had her in their team, and that she tasted so good. Better than I imagined, she tasted like sweet wine, sweet intoxicating wine. I told myself to stop, to let her go, then my teeth scraped against her upper lip, and she let out a small moan, all the reins of restraint I held onto tightly finally snapping. Her mouth opened, inviting me in, and our tongues touched, twisting and sucking hard on each other. We were both fighting for control, nobody willing to give it up. She let out a small moan again, and like a crazed man, I drew her closer, my hands holding her to me tightly as I dug my fingers into her waist, caressing her small frame. It must be because I’ve not kissed a woman for so long. That is the excuse I tell myself as I felt my bulge painfully increasing. I wanted her to touch me, on my