All Chapters of Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

JasmineI stood in the center of a suite in the Night estate. Sun rays streamed through the tall glass windows. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, admiration in my eyes. I looked out of the windows at the tall trees and lush gardens. We had decided to have the wedding back at Sebastian’s mansion. It was where we had decided to make our home too, away from the penthouse in the city. I wanted a place where the kids we would have could roam and play. Sebastian’s mansion looked more like an old castle than a house.The voice of the female news reporter drew my attention. I looked up at the television mounted on the wall. There were pictures of Jason Sterling and Eleanor Sterling. The report was about the fraud, some major accounts being frozen, and their stock crashing to zero. For a second, I stared at the screen in silence.Then I picked up the remote from the vanity table and turned the TV off completely. That whole toxic world didn’t belong in this room. Not today.I

JasmineThe sunset over Lake Como was a soft shade of orange and peach. Out on the private suite balcony, a gentle breeze made the water ripple, rustling the linen curtains behind me. Two half-empty wine glasses sat on the small table near the railing.I leaned against the balcony railing in my silk robe, watching the water move gently across the lake.Sebastian's strong, powerful arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He pulled me back against his chest, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder. His breath was warm against my neck as he inhaled deeply, burying his face into my hair.“I still can’t believe it,” he murmured.“Believe what?” I asked, placing my hands over his where they rested against my stomach.“That you’re actually my wife,” he said, his voice raspy. Even I could hear the tinge of disbelief in his voice. “It’s a dream come true,” he whispered against my hair. “I love you so much, Jasmine.”I turned slowly in his arms, bringing my hands up to caress his face, tracin

JasonThe elevator doors closed, and I leaned against the wall, loosening my tie and letting out a tired groan. I’d barely slept; my eyes were burning, and my clothes were a mess. I’d almost overslept and only just made it out of bed in time.When the elevator opened on the executive floor, I stepped out, still trying to shake off the exhaustion.My secretary hurried toward me, a panicked look on her face. “Mr. Sterling! Where have you been? Everyone’s waiting for you!”I frowned as I straightened my cuffs. “Everyone?”“Yes!” She grabbed my hand and hurried me down the corridor. “They’re all in Conference Room 1.”I stopped and pulled my hand free. “That’s where we hold board meetings.”“I know! They’re having one right now!” she said, already moving toward the door.Before I could ask another question, she pushed it open and ushered me inside.I frowned, glancing around the room. “What’s going on?” I muttered, but by then, it was too late to turn back.Every head in the room turned a

SebastianMy eyes slowly raked over Jasmine’s gorgeous body in that yellow bikini and floral apron she had on. She looked so hot; the yellow against her skin was out of this world. The woman could wear a sack, and she would still look hot to me, anyway. I gawked at her ass cheeks and the light jiggle they made when she stirred the pot.I bit down on my lower lip, walked up behind her, and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her neck, my teeth lightly grazing it.“What are we having, love?” I asked, even though I already knew what she was making.“Spaghetti and chicken sauce,” she answered, leaning against me.I looked into the pot and raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to let an Italian man watch you cook spaghetti like that?”She laughed. “What’s wrong with it?”“Nothing, if you’re trying to upset my grandmother,” I teased.“Well, your grandmother isn’t here, is she?” She turned in my arms, smiling up at me.I chuckled. “You’re lucky I love you.”“You’re lucky I’m cooking for you

EleanorI sat in the back of the courtroom, my posture rigid as stone, watching the lead prosecutor address the judge. I had paid top dollar for my defence team, but from the moment the session opened, it felt less like a normal hearing and more like a public execution.The prosecutor turned toward the gallery, holding up a folder.“Your Honor, Eleanor Sterling is a flight risk,” he began. “She has the money, the connections, and every reason to flee the country rather than face the charges against her. Her defence would have you believe she’s a grieving widow who has been unfairly accused of embezzlement, but the evidence tells a very different story.”I kept my expression neutral, although my fingers had tightened around my handbag beneath the table, my knuckles turning white.“And this isn’t the first time Mrs. Sterling has found herself benefiting from the death of a wealthy husband,” the prosecutor continued, walking slowly across the courtroom. “Before she married the late Mr. S