บททั้งหมดของ Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Sheila's POV Soon I arrived at the family house. The mansion stood tall and grand, just like I remembered. As I walked up to the door, I spotted Grandma in the garden to the side of the house.“Sheila!” she called out, waving me over. She was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and had dirt on her hands from working in the garden. “Welcome, my dear. Do you mind helping me with these flowers?”I smiled and walked over. “Goodday, Grandma, I didn’t expect to find you here.”“Where else would I be on a beautiful day like this?” she replied. “Come, grab a trowel and dig in. Would you like to change first or-”She hadn't even finished asking when I knew down beside her, and we started planting flowers together. The rich, dark soil felt cool under my fingers. “Grandma, why don't you have the servants do this?”“Oh, I could,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “But I enjoy doing this myself. There’s something special about working with your hands. Moreover, I consider this garden and the flowers, my b

Phoebe’s POV"We need to talk."I turned to face Antonio, the man I was supposed to call my husband. He stood there, his eyes dark and emotionless, as if I hadn't just caught him cheating on me. There wasn’t a hint of guilt or regret—just an icy stare that made me feel like the intruder in my own marriage.Instantly, I felt so angry within me, and before I could stop myself, I stormed towards him. My hand moved faster than my thoughts, connecting with his cheek in a loud, resounding slap. The force of it stung my palm, but the satisfaction of seeing his head whip to the side was worth it. For a brief moment, I expected a reaction—anger, shock, anything—but when he slowly turned his head back to face me, his expression was even colder, if that were possible. He nodded slightly, almost as if acknowledging the slap as nothing more than an annoying inconvenience."Of course, we need to talk!" I began, my voice shaking with anger. "You—""Hush!" Antonio cut in with a sharp, commanding to

Andrew's POV I was deep into the paperwork scattered across my study when a soft knock interrupted my thoughts. Sheila walked in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Before I could ask what was up, she beat me to it. "Your grandparents just invited me to spend the weekend with them," she announced with a hint of a smile. I groaned, leaning back in my chair. "This will be the third time they’ve done that. What’s going on? Why are they always inviting you over every weekend? If care is not taken, they would extend it to everyday. Did you slip them a love potion or something? " Sheila giggled, shrugging playfully. "Maybe I did." Then she proceeded to mutter some gibberish words, her hands waving in the air as if she was casting a spell. “I think it's time to cast that same spell on you, Andrew Walker,” she said with a deep, fake voice and then blew an imaginary potion at me. I laughed, shaking my head. "I find it difficult to believe that a love potion would work on me, Sheila Walk

Phoebe’s POV I held the phone to my ears, my fingers trembling with frustration and disbelief. I had just finished a desperate, pleading call to my father after everything I had done to get Antonio to call my parents to get me out of here, even to the point of acting crazy and destroying things just to have one phone call.But instead of comfort or reassurance or finding a way to get me out of here, all I got was a cold, hard click—the sound of the line going dead as my father hung up on me.I stared at the phone, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. How could he? How could my own father abandon me when I needed him most?“You can’t do this to me!” I yelled at the phone, as if my words could somehow reach him. But there was no one to hear me, no one to answer my plea. The room felt like it was closing in on me, everything seemed to be ganging up against me.I crumpled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The reality of my situation crashed over me like a wave, dragging

Andrew's POVThe police station felt suffocating, every breath I took feeling heavier than the last. As I entered the interrogation room, my eyes locked onto the young woman sitting at the table. She looked frail, like a ghost of someone who had once been full of life with her pale skin and her hair which was a mess of tangled strands. She looked like a girl in her early twenties, but her eyes—they were dark, hollow, and filled with something I couldn’t name. Something that made me feel like I was staring into an abyss.James was standing in the corner, his gaze fixed on her. I moved toward him, my voice barely a whisper. "How did you find her? Are you sure she's the one we’ve been looking for?""She's the prime suspect. She was caught in Dante’s ward," James replied, his tone grave. "Pretending to be a nurse. She had a syringe and tried to inject Dante before the security guards noticed the abnormality and rushed to stop her—doctors said it was lethal."My stomach churned. I turned