Semua Bab The Billionaire's Unknowing Wife: Bab 71 - Bab 80

LyraThe moment I reached my room, I slammed the door behind me.I hurried over to the bed and threw myself onto it, burying my face in the mattress as the tears I had been holding back finally spilled over.Why? Why wouldn't they stop?I hated crying.More than anything, I hated looking weak.Where had everything gone so wrong?Ever since I married into this family, my life has become nothing but misery.Then, almost as suddenly as they came, my tears stopped.A cold thought crossed my mind.Imogen.This was all because of her.If she hadn't run away from home, she would have been the one trapped in this family.She would have been the one enduring Jennifer's insults.She would have been the one married to Dante.She would have been the one sharing Andre's bed.Not me.She had ruined my life.Jennifer saw me as nothing more than a woman whose only purpose was to produce an heir.Dante treated me like a decorative doll he had no real interest in.Andre only wanted me whenever he desir

ImogenIt was finally the day of our date, yet instead of feeling excited, I found myself wondering what exactly I was supposed to ask that insufferable man.He had told me this dinner would be about him, but the more I thought about it, the harder it became to come up with a question.I couldn't ask about his parents. From the little I knew, they had passed away when he was still young, and bringing them up would only ruin the evening.Asking about his ex-girlfriends or the women he had dated before wasn't any better either. It would sound as though I was jealous of his past, and that was the last thing I wanted him to think."Agh..." I sighed in frustration."What am I even supposed to ask him?"Just then my phone rang."Ma'am, the boss has arrived," Xavier informed me."Alright, I'm coming," I replied before ending the call.So, it was time to leave.I turned to the mirror one last time, looking at my reflection carefully.Perfect.For some reason, I had spent much longer getting r

ImogenNow, let's go back to why I almost screamed."I've already thought of the perfect way to compensate you," he said, and I immediately raised a brow.Somehow, I already had a feeling whatever was about to come out of his mouth would be complete nonsense."By sleeping with you," he said without the slightest hesitation. "No wonder you seem like a woman who's starved for sex."I simply stared at him.Honestly, what exactly was I expecting from Malcolm Grayson?It wasn't just what he said that made my skin prickle.It was how casually he said it, as though suggesting something as outrageous as that was perfectly normal.Heat instantly rushed to my face, leaving me caught between embarrassment and annoyance."That hardly sounds like compensation for me," I shot back. "If anything, you're the one benefiting from it."Instead of feeling ashamed he laughed.He actually had the audacity to laugh.Seriously, if I could slap him just once without consequences, I probably would."Says who?"

ImogenI didn't even realize when I cried myself to sleep.The loud alarm from my phone was what finally woke me.Still half-asleep, I sat up, reached for my phone, and turned it off before flopping right back onto the bed.It was Sunday.There was nowhere I needed to rush to.So I closed my eyes again and drifted back to sleep.I didn't know how long I slept but the ringing of my phone startled me awake.Before even looking at the screen, I was already convinced it was Malcolm calling.But when I picked up my phone, the name displayed made the sleep vanish from my face.Madam Evelyn.I quickly sat upright and answered the call, bringing the phone to my ear."Good afternoon, my daughter-in-law," she greeted cheerfully.My eyes widened.Wait, don't tell me it was already afternoon.Right on cue, my stomach growled."Good afternoon, Madam Evelyn. How are you?" I asked, absentmindedly running my fingers through my messy hair."Nonsense," she scolded immediately. "It's Grandmother to you.

ImogenHis hand slid to the back of my head as he kissed me again, drawing me closer. My hands instinctively rested against his chest to steady myself because, for some reason, my knees had suddenly become weak.His familiar scent surrounded me, and in that moment I realized just how dangerous this was becoming.I found myself wanting to be closer to him.Wanting him to hold me a little longer.To touch me a little more.His free hand slowly moved from the small of my back until it rested on my hip before drifting lower to my backside. It was the first time he had ever crossed that boundary, and when his hand gently squeezed, a shiver ran through me.He slowly broke the kiss and trailed soft kisses along my jaw.My breathing had already become uneven, my eyes fluttering shut as I surrendered to the warmth of his touch."I love those little sounds you make," he murmured.My eyes snapped open.Only then did I realize I had been letting out soft, unconscious moans."And I'm about to burs