All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unknowing Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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I Was Disowned.

ImogenBy the time we arrived at the dining room, Sebastian and Madam Evelyn were already seated."I don't like the fact that you left me out of it," Madam Evelyn complained the moment she saw us."Change the topic, Grandmother," Malcolm replied.She shot him a look before turning to me.This time, I smiled at her.The tension from earlier had eased, and she smiled back."Come, child. Sit and eat."She beckoned me over, and without a second thought, I shamelessly took the seat beside her.The aroma of the food immediately filled my senses.Malcolm sat opposite me, with Sebastian beside him."The chef makes some of the best food," Sebastian said, repeating almost the exact words Malcolm had used earlier.Seriously...These two really thought alike.We ate together, enjoying the meal in comfortable silence.And Malcolm hadn't exaggerated.The chef truly knew what he was doing.From the main course all the way to dessert, I enjoyed every bite.When we finished eating, Madam Evelyn turned

I Need Time.

Harmon"So how am I supposed to find her?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.He looked up at me."I wish I knew. She blocked me."I clicked my tongue in annoyance.So this fool couldn't even keep his own household in order.Then again...I wasn't exactly one to talk.Every one of my children had become one problem after another. No matter how hard I tried to be both a father and a disciplinarian, they always found a way to go against everything I taught them."I don't care how long it takes or what methods you use," I said firmly. "Find your daughter and bring her to me within two weeks."A cough threatened to escape my throat, but I forced it down.I refused to cough in front of him.He wasn't going to suspect the real reason I had come here.For now, no one knew Ethan was in prison.I wasn't about to let the reputation my late wife and I had spent decades building be ruined."That will be all."Leaning on my cane, I slowly made my way out of the house."How did it go?" my assistant

Let's Go On A Date.

MalcolmI hurried to my grandmother's study, where she was relaxing comfortably on her large sofa. The moment she saw me, she raised a brow and asked, "So?" I already knew that was the very reason she had called me back."I've decided not to go through with the divorce." I let out.The moment those words left my mouth, a satisfied smile spread across her face."Oh? Then when are you two planning to give me great-grandchildren?" she asked, making me shake my head."What? Don't tell me it doesn't work down there," she added, completely catching me off guard."Are you serious right now?" I blurted out, and she burst into laughter."You should have seen your face, Malcolm," she teased, clearly pleased with herself."If that's all, then I'll be leaving," I said as I turned toward the door."Wait." She called suddenly. I glanced back at her."When are you coming to visit again?" she asked, and immediately Imogen's words echoed in my mind."Spend some time with your grandmother."I let out

Let's Go On A Date 2

ImogenThe moment he saw me, those were the first words that came out of his mouth."Let's go on a date."His tone was completely serious, making me blink several times just to convince myself I hadn't imagined it."You want to take me out on a date?" I asked, completely perplexed.He nodded without hesitation."Yes. That's exactly what I asked."I looked at him suspiciously."But why? We've had countless lunches and dinners together already."He tilted his head slightly."That's different. I want to get to know you better."His answer made me let out a quiet sigh."Alright then. When do you want us to go?"He cleared his throat before replying."Whenever it's convenient for you."I mentally went through our schedule before answering."It can only be next week." There is no way in hell it can happen this week, our schedule is so packed right now because we took the day off yesterday. "Why not this week?" he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.I looked at him in surprise."Our schedul

The Date.

ImogenHow did we get here?How had I ended up kissing Malcolm right now?It wasn't part of the plan.And why did I like it so much?Oh God...How did all of this happen?It all started while I was still admiring myself in the mirror.My phone suddenly rang.It was Malcolm.The moment Stella saw his name on the screen, she immediately fell silent as I answered the call."I'm outside," he said simply.My eyes widened."Okay... I'll be out in a minute," I replied before ending the call."He came to pick me up himself?" I asked absentmindedly."Of course," Stella replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's how it's supposed to be. Come on, girl. You don't want to keep your man waiting."My man...Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.Still, I had expected Xavier to drive me to Malcolm, not for Malcolm to come and pick me up himself.Although I had been the one to choose where we were going.After all, Malcolm had asked me to pick the venue.For a moment, I considered

The date 2

ImogenBefore Malcolm had the chance to continue, the waiter returned with our food, and inwardly I let out a sigh of relief.Thank God.The conversation had started heading somewhere I wasn't quite ready to revisit, and I had no doubt Malcolm would circle back to it the moment he found another opportunity.Once the waiter had carefully placed every dish on the table and excused himself, Malcolm glanced at me."We should eat."I simply nodded.And that was exactly what we did.Well... more like what I did.One thing about me was that I loved food. No matter how upset I was, no matter what kind of depressing situation I found myself in, my appetite never seemed to disappear. It was almost impressive how my stomach refused to cooperate with my emotions.Everything tasted so good that before I realized it, I had already eaten far more than I intended."Are you sure your father didn't disown you because you kept finishing all his food?"The impossible Malcolm Grayson asked with a perfectl

Kiss Me

ImogenMalcolm remained silent. He didn't say a single word.He simply stared at me, and after a few seconds, it finally dawned on me that he hadn't taken my answer lightly at all."But... you were the one who asked," I said, trying to defend myself.His gaze drifted away for a brief moment before returning to me."Sebastian, huh?" he asked quietly.I swallowed."You do realize I was only joking, don't you?" I asked cautiously.The last thing I wanted was to become the reason Malcolm buried poor Sebastian under another mountain of work.Sebastian...I was really sorry for dragging you into this."In every joke," Malcolm replied calmly, "there's always a little truth."Well...He wasn't exactly wrong.Malcolm was darkness.Sebastian was sunshine.But that didn't mean I had romantic feelings for Sebastian.Not at all.I simply enjoyed being around him because I felt comfortable with him. We could complain about Malcolm together, gossip whenever we had the chance, and I never felt the ne

The Wingman.

ImogenThe entire night, sleep refused to come.No matter how many times I shut my eyes, my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened in the garden.Without realizing it, my fingers found their way to my lips again.The memory of our kiss replayed itself over and over in my head.A smile slowly spread across my face."This is bad..." I whispered to myself before squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face into the pillow, rolling from one side of the bed to the other.Seriously...What was happening to me?After that awkward kiss, we had gone back into the restaurant.Well...I had gone back in and ordered even more food.After everything that had happened during that walk, my heart had been racing so much that I suddenly became hungry all over again.Even Malcolm had looked at me for a moment before simply letting me order whatever I wanted.Thinking about it now only made me smile even more.After dinner, he had insisted on dropping me home himself.The drive back wasn't

Maybe I Am.

ImogenI walked over to Mrs. Rachel’s desk with a polite smile. “Good afternoon.”“Mrs. Evans,” she greeted warmly. “What can I do for you?”“Could you please tell the boss I need an audience with him?”She nodded and reached for the office phone. “Sir, Mrs. Evans is here.” After a short pause, she hung up with a small smile. “He said you didn’t need to announce yourself—you can just go in.”Typical him. I chuckled, and she joined me.I still couldn’t believe I was actually following Sebastian’s advice, but here goes nothing.I opened the door and stepped inside. Alexander wasn’t at his desk. Instead, he lay stretched out on the couch, his suit jacket discarded at one end, sleeves rolled up.I approached quietly. His eyes were closed.“Sit, Imogen,” he said without opening them.I moved toward one of the chairs, but his voice stopped me.“On the couch.”I sighed softly and sat beside his reclined form. Slowly, he opened his eyes, a faint frown creasing his forehead as he turned his he

Giving Malcolm A Chance.

ImogenSeriously... this man.Didn't he notice the look on Ciara's face before she left? The sadness in her eyes had been impossible to miss, yet he had acted as though nothing had happened. Or perhaps he had noticed and simply decided not to dwell on it. Knowing Malcolm, it could very well be the latter."And... Did I hear you correctly just now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "Did you really say you have no intention of divorcing me?"He looked at me calmly and blinked once as though the answer was obvious. "It is exactly as you heard."I stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a helpless sigh. "You know you're not the only one who gets a say in this marriage," I reminded him as I stood up from the couch and smoothed the wrinkles from my dress."No," he admitted without the slightest hesitation. "I'm not, which is why I need your approval."That confidence...He spoke as though he had already won, as if it was only a matter of time before I agreed to remain his wife.

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