Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Roxanne slowly opened her eyes, her hand throbbing with a dull ache. She winced, her face contorting in pain. But as she looked around, she seems to forget her discomfort. She was in Jaxon's bed, surrounded by his masculine scent and the warm memories of last night.Her gaze fell on Jaxon's sleeping form, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. She watched him for a while, her heart swelling with lots of emotions. But as the minutes ticked by, she knew she had to get up. She slid out of bed, her movements careful not to disturb him.As she made her way to the bathroom, the sound of splashing water filled the air. Jaxon stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around, his gaze settling on the empty bed beside him. A slow smile spread across his face as he heard the sound of the shower.He tossed off the covers, his naked body gleaming in the morning light. He strolled to the bathroom, his movements confident and graceful. As he slid open the door, he called out, "Hey,

Roxanne sat with Grace and Martha in the cozy living room, surrounded by books and warm lighting. Jaxon had gone out for a ride, leaving Roxanne to her own devices. She tried to focus on the book in her hands, but her mind kept wandering back to her family. She couldn't concentrate on the words, her thoughts consumed by worry. She sighed continuously. She set the book aside and picked up her phone, dialing her aunt's number. But again, there was no answer. Roxanne's concern grew, her fingers drumming on the book on her lap. Grace and Martha noticed her distress. "Ma'am Roxy, what's the matter? Do you not like the book?" Grace asked, her brow furrowed with concern.Roxanne sighed, her shoulders sagging. "It's just that I'm worried about my father. I haven't spoken with my aunt and my father since I got here, and I tried reaching them now, there's no answer."Martha's expression softened. "I'm sure your father is fine, ma'am, and you're just homesick."Roxanne nodded, her eyes welling

Dalia's visits to Roxanne's mansion became a regular thing. They would spend hours chatting, catching up, and reading together. Jaxon, observing from a distance, thought it was good for Roxanne to have some company, and Dalia's presence seemed to bring a spark to her eyes.For Dalia, however, these visits were an opportunity to steal glances at the handsome Jaxon. She couldn't help but have intrusive thoughts about him, and she noticed the attraction between Roxanne and Jaxon, though they seemed to be ignoring it.She wished she could be in Roxanne's shoes, having an incredibly sexy and rich man like Jaxon. It's be a dream come true. On this particular day, Dalia was at the mansion, indulging Roxanne with stories of her latest wedding planning adventure. Roxanne listened with wide eyes, impressed by Dalia's creativity and attention to detail."I'd love to see how you plan all of these," Roxanne said, her curiosity piqued." Believe me, Rox, it's not really easy. The bride may change

Roxanne sat in the car, her eyes fixed on Jaxon's form as he stared at his phone. The tension between them was thick, and she could feel her anxiety growing with each passing moment.As the car pulled up to the airport, Roxanne's mind raced with thoughts. She had barely had time to say goodbye to Grace and Martha, and now she was being whisked away without any explanation. Her mind went out to Grace and Martha, how she would miss them and their friendly chatter and the way they made her feel at home. The silence continued as they boarded the private jet, Jaxon's eyes still glued to his screen. Roxanne's frustration grew, her mind screaming with questions. She was trying so hard to keep it in but the more she tried, the harder it was. As the car pulled up in front of her apartment, Roxanne finally broke the silence. "Is anything the problem?" she asked, her voice soft.Jaxon didn't respond at first. "Jaxon! I'm talking to you." She says again. Jaxon's response was a sarcastic chuck

Roxanne's eyes fluttered open, her head throbbing in time with the shrill ring of her phone. Sia's "Chandelier" blasted through the speaker, making her wince. She lay on a blanket on the floor, her apartment a mess around her. Wine bottles and junk food wrappers scattered everywhere.As she sat up, her eyes fell on Cynthia, who lay asleep beside her, and, the vibrator laying carelessly next to her. Their clothes were scattered around them, and realisation hits her. Roxanne's face flushed as she remembered the events of the previous night.But before she could recall everything, her phone rang again. She picked it up, her heart racing as she saw her aunt's name on the screen."Roxanne! Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you," her aunt's panicked voice came through the line.Roxanne's worry spiked. "I'm sorry, Tia, I didn't hear my phone ring. What's the problem?"There was a pause, and then her aunt's voice broke through tears. "It's your father, he's suffered a seizure."