All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S ARRANGED WIFE: ALWAYS THE SECOND CHOICE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

<><><>"YOU CHEATED ON MY SON!""Huh?" Nicola was confused for a moment. She didn't have time to keep up with her one relationship. Where would she find the time for a side piece?"Oh please." Natasha rolled her eyes. "Don't say that you have no idea what we are talking about."Nicola raised her brow. "I have no idea what you people are talking about.""Don't act smart, Nicola." Melanie pointed accusingly at her daughter-in-law. "Everything you have been doing behind my son's back has come to light now. There's no use pretending not to know. Where is Dominic? Where did you send him?"Nicola looked between Natasha and Melanie, feeling the nausea make a comeback.She was Nicola Montgomery. She knew to hold her own. But with no food in her tummy, the said tummy swirling up a storm, and most importantly, no real knowledge of what the hell was going on, she didn't really have a plan."And what exactly have

<><><>"Will you tell me what's going on?" It had been two whole weeks. Two whole weeks and Nicola was acting like her movie would start the shoot in a week.She worked, ate, and slept at the office, or at her parents' and the parents were so excited to have her back that Dominic could not bring himself to intrude on their quality time except for when he had too much and dropped by for dinner thrice."Blair, she is pregnant." Dominic groaned into his phone. "Don't you think it's unhealthy for her to spend another night at the office? On a fucking Saturday?"Blair sighed as she too agreed with him on what he was implying. Anyone with a handful of functional neurons would agree with him.But Nicola was being Nicola.Stubborn.Trying to talk sense into her was like talking to a brick wall.So all Blair or George or the rest of the lot could do was make the office as homely for her as possible. Which it already wa

<><><>Deirdre sighed as she entered the private room where the notorious playboy sat with his manager and his cocky aura.She was glad that Courtney and Solomon were there because there was no way in hell she was meeting this dude alone and being dragged into some ridiculous scandal. "Keith Foreman." He stood up all chivalrously and held his hand out. "Deirdre Jones." She took his hand for the sake of politeness. "Like the Jones Media?" He raised a brow. "Like the very common surname Jones." She replied, rolling her eyes as she turned to Courtney Martins, the model-turned-manager assessing her. "You have the makings of an actress." She spoke after a moment. "Defined and unique features, expressive face." Deirdre tried to rearrange her expression. She was sure the manager was talking about the absolute distaste evident on her face from having to be in the presence of the man

<><><>"I swear to God!" Dominic stared at his phone.Nicola doubled over laughing while he reached over to grab her before she fell off the bed. "This is rich! This is so rich!" She continued to laugh as he pulled her back to his chest, placing a kiss on her temple."Ha ha, very funny, babe.""I should call Dad!" She sat up straight."Why are you calling Mathew?" Dominic was confused. "No need to disrupt their weekend cruise. I will handle it.""Handle it?" She burst out laughing again, falling back into his arms again without a care in the world. She was having too much fun to listen to her devil telling her that she was supposed to keep her distance from her dumb husband. "I want him to blow this out of proportion!"Dominic had his arms wrapped around her waist and his palms patting her slightly thickened abdomen under her shirt. He poked the inside of his cheek, trying not to give in to her excitemen

<><><>"I don't care! I want to get out of here and you will make an excuse!" Nicola whisper-yelled into her phone.Blair heaved a sigh on the other side. "Have you told your family about the book? Ms. Martins called to ask about announcing the movie. There are way too many bullshit articles going about. Keith Foreman in a homosexual controversy is causing an uproar."Nicola rubbed her face. "What is wrong with the internet? I should call Keith." "Oh, you can't. Ms. Martins confiscated his gadgets to prevent him from worsening the situation by making bizarre statements. These are her words, not mine, by the way," she replied. Nicola rolled her eyes. That was such a Momma thing to do. But she really could not blame Ms. Martins because Keith really had a history of completely blowing things out of proportions sometimes by blowing up or by fanning the flames out of sheer boredom. "I will te