All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Arielle I blushed so hard my cheeks burned. The moment he left, the entire room felt quiet. I leaned back carefully on his chair, my fingers resting on the smooth armrest as I stared through the glass walls surrounding his office. Employees moved around with files and tablets in their hands, speaking professionally, typing, and answering calls. Every one of them looked busy. And somehow, I was sitting in the middle of all of it. Me. There was a time I couldn’t even afford the clothes I wore to work. Most of them were Tiffany’s. A time when things became overwhelming and no one to run to. Now I was sitting in the CEO’s office. Meeting investors. Being respected. I was grateful for it. Deeply. But was it worth the mental exhaustion that came with Darius Rothwell? Absolutely not. I sighed and rested my head against the chair. The more I thought about our conversation, the more uneasy I became. He admitted he went to Miss Sylvia’s diner after the accident.

Arielle For a moment, I went completely numb. I couldn’t breathe properly. It felt like everything inside me had stopped working. “Did you say, Tiffany?” I asked. “Or Tyranny?” Miss Sylvia leaned back in her chair, watching my reaction carefully. “Don’t try to be cute now.” Heat twisted violently in my stomach. My chest tightened so badly I thought I might actually throw up. Tiffany? No. Yes, she had done terrible things. Yes, she lied. And yes, she made stupid decisions over and over again. But somehow, I never imagined she would have anything to do with Darius. She hated him. Or at least, that was what she made me believe. “I saw them myself,” she continued calmly. “I was sitting in my car outside Sunset Vista that evening. They spoke for a long time. Then he handed her cash.” That was it. I pushed my chair back so fast it almost fell over. “Arielle—“ But I was already walking toward the door. “I know this must be shocking,” she called after me. “Bu

ArielleYes. My old apartment. There was something I needed to check there. Something that could confirm Tiffany’s story and possibly help get her out. Surprisingly, Darius didn’t argue when I mentioned it. For once, he let me take control of everything.I tightened my grip around the steering wheel as familiar streets came into view. My chest felt heavier with every turn I took. By the time I parked in front of the apartment building, memories had already started flooding back. Every single thing that happened here returned at once. The late-night gossip and arguments. The laughter. The tears. The nights I stayed awake worrying about school, work, and money. The mornings Tiffany prepared breakfast while I sat across from her, waiting for the meal. Gosh, I never thought I’d come back here again. I stepped out of the car slowly while Darius followed behind me in silence. Even he seemed to notice the shift in my mood. I stood in front of the door for a long moment before reaching

Arielle My heart pounded violently as Darius stared deeply into my eyes. Oh, shit. There was always a problem. One way or another. “You still haven’t answered the questions I asked in the car,” he said calmly. “Don’t think I’m letting this one go, too.” He dropped everything he had been picking up and walked toward me slowly, the folded note still in his hand. “Where did you get this?” I exhaled shakily as I looked at the note. “Arielle,” his voice hardened. “You'd better start talking.” My chest tightened painfully. What exactly was I supposed to say now? Before I could think of an excuse, Darius suddenly reached for the camera connected to the laptop and unplugged it immediately. “Darius!” He turned and walked straight out of the room with it. I rushed after him immediately. “Darius, you can’t do this.” “I’ll give it back when you are ready to talk.” He kept walking downstairs without looking at me. “I need to figure this out before you travel,” I

Arielle Too many memories were buried in this apartment. If I stayed long enough, they would slowly kill me.Too many emotions and unanswered questions. Was this really my life now? What was I supposed to do next? Find another job? Go back to school and pretend none of this happened? Not to even talk about the humiliation I was going to face there after Tiffany had told everyone I squatted in her house for three years. One thing I’d learned was never to trust a man. Especially a rich one. They would snap their fingers and send you back to where they found you. And the worst part? They wouldn’t lose a second of sleep over it. I sniffed quietly and finally gathered enough courage to step inside. I stood in the middle of the living room and stared around. The house was really a mess. Dust covered most of the surfaces. I switched on the lights, but the brightness only made the mess look worse. I checked my bedroom first. It was exactly how I’d left it. Except my belongings we