Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once A Doormat, Now A Famous Billionaire Heiress: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

B I A N C AOur food came ten minutes later, and I had to say, the food Julian had chosen was amazing.We talked about the company and some of the ideas Julian had to help improve things, and I couldn't help but be impressed.He was such a hard worker and a very intelligent person.I enjoyed his company and the time passed so quickly. Before I realized it, my phone rang and I saw it was a call from Damian."Excuse me," I said. "I need to get this.""Sure, go ahead," he said."Hello," I greeted, answering the call."Where are you?" Damian immediately asked, not bothering with greetings.I knew it was going to be disastrous if I told him I was with Julian. The two of them didn't really get along.It was an understatement to say Damian had no issues with Julian.He didn't trust him at all.And now wasn't the best time to test him. So, I just had to lie my way out of the situation and pray he didn't find out.I won't hear the end of it."I’m at the office. Where else? I was held back by m

B I A N C AI threw the covers off of me as I quickly rushed to the bathroom again for the third morning in a row. I knelt in front of the toilet and emptied my stomach. I stayed there for a few minutes after that, my forehead resting on my forearm, which I had placed on the toilet seat."Are you okay?"I didn't have to look up to know it was Damian. He had been hovering over me for the past few days, treating me like I was made of glass. It was suffocating."I'm fine," I said, my voice hoarse."You don't look fine," he said, kneeling beside me. He pushed my hair away from my face, his touch gentle. "You've been sick every morning for the past week. I think we should go see a doctor.""I don't need a doctor," I said, pushing myself up. I rinsed my mouth with water and splashed some on my face. After ourbig fight, the tension had dissipated but the issue still hung between us. We had both decided to ignore it for the sake of our sanity, but it was still there. And now this."I'm serious

B I A N C AThe morning sicknesses were the only things I hated about being pregnant. For the third time this morning, I was kneeling in front of the toilet.Damian was already waiting for me outside with a glass of water and a warm towel. "I'm really starting to hate this part of the pregnancy," He said, his brow furrowed with concern."I'm starting to hate it too," I said, rinsing my mouth. "But I guess it's a small price to pay for our little bean.""Still," He said, helping me up. "I wish I could take it away for you.""You're doing more than enough," I said, leaning into him. "The smoothies, the foot rubs, the late night pickle runs. I still don’t understand why I suddenly like pickles. I hated them before.""That's what dads do," He said, kissing my forehead. "And it's only going to get worse. So you better get used to it."I smiled, my heart swelling with love. He had been incredible. Attentive, caring and so excited it was contagious. He had even bought a stack of pregnancy bo

My heels clicked in the dark room as I approached the hooded silhouette of a man waiting for me.I stepped into the light, a smile on my face. "Did you miss me?"The man, my old lover stepped forward, a huge grin on his face. "Hell yeah, I fucking did. I was bored and tired of pretending to be someone I'm not.""I have good news," He continued, his voice dripping with triumph. "She trusts me. She has no idea. And her husband is a fool. He’s so focused on me that he doesn't even see what's right in front of him.""Patience," I said, my smile widening. "We've come this far. We can't afford to be reckless.""I know," He said, running a hand through his hair. "But I'm so close. I can taste it.""So am I," I said, my eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "And I'm tired of waiting.""Then what's the next move?" He asked, his eyes locking with mine."The next move," I said, my voice low. "Is to hit her where it hurts the most. Her company. We start with a hostile takeover. You already have th

B I A N C AThe flight was not to London.It was to New York.I stared at the screen, the confirmation number burning into my eyes. New York. Not London. He had lied to me. Directly to my face. But why? If he had told me the truth, what would have changed? What was the point?"Bianca? Are you still there?" My lawyer's voice said through the phone."I have to go," I said in a hollow voice. "I'll call you back."I hung up, my hand shaking.The door to my office burst open, and Damian strode in. He didn't say a word. He just walked over to me, pulled me into his arms and held me.I buried my face in his chest, the tears I'd been holding back finally breaking free. How did I not see this? Was I that blind? That naive?"He lied to me," I sobbed. "He told me he was going to London. But he went to New York.""I know," Damian said, his voice low. "He's not just in New York. He's at a summit. A tech summit. And he's not there as an attendee. He's a keynote speaker. He's been planning this for m