All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Arielle With Tessa’s help, I got ready early for the party. “Please, have fun,” she said softly. “You haven’t been to a party in ages.”A laugh escaped me instantly. “You have fun, too,” I said with a smirk. “With Jason.”She froze and looked at me. “No, we’re not—““Come on,” I insisted and winked at her. “Have some fun. You can bed, but make sure you clean the sheet—““Oh, my God, Arielle. Stop.”We walked back to the living room. Emris walked me to his car, and we left. The ride to his place was quieter than I expected. The rain had eased into a steady drizzle, tapping softly against the car windows as we drove through the city.By the time we arrived, my jaw nearly dropped. The house was huge. Ridiculously huge. Lights glowed from every window. Music pulsed through the walls. Cars lined both sides of the street. Exotic cars. Of course, they never worried about money. I had only seen some parts of his house in videos. This was more than I expected. “You live here?”He laugh

Arielle Emris led me upstairs to a quieter part of the house. Unfortunately, the room he took me to was his bedroom. I paused near the doorway and looked around. Wow. His parents really adored him. Several expensive paintings decorated the walls. A massive floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the city, lights glowing beautifully against the dark evening sky. There was a large wardrobe, a gaming setup, and, surprisingly, a small bar tucked into one corner of the room. Everything screamed luxury. “I want you to feel at home,” Emris said as he poured two glasses of wine. He walked toward me and offered one. I shook my head. “No, thanks.”“It’s just wine.”“I already had juice downstairs.”He smiled faintly. “One glass won’t hurt.”“I’m fine, really.” I offered an apologetic smile. “I just wanted somewhere quiet away from all the attention.”His shoulders relaxed. “Fair enough.”Without another word, he drank both glasses. I sat carefully on the edge of his bed. The mattress was ri

Arielle The next morning, Tessa and I spent the day cleaning the house. Saturdays were her only off days. And Sundays, thanks to Jason, were now apparently reserved for recovery. Finally, we had time to catch up on what we’ve missed. Speaking of Jason, something about last night still bothered me. I could see it in Tessa’s eyes. Even though she barely said anything about it, she didn’t seem completely happy. Something had happened. After cleaning, we settled at the dining table for breakfast. I watched her quietly as she ate. “So,” I began, stirring my juice. “When are you going to tell me why Jason left?” A small smile appeared on her lips. “The rain was the only thing keeping him here,” she said casually. “When it stopped, he left. No big deal.” I narrowed my eyes. At some point, I became worried. Tiffany used to answer questions like that. “Did he hurt you?” Tessa nearly choked on her food. Then she burst out laughing. “Now, why would he do that?” “I

Arielle The smile on my face slowly faded. Why had Xavier bowed to Leo? It felt strange. As Leo disappeared into the crowd, I found myself wondering who he really was. I slid into the seat beside Tessa. She looked just as thoughtful. Good. At least, I wasn’t imagining things. “What would you like, ladies?” Xavier asked with a charming smile after serving another customer. “Sex on the beach," Tessa replied immediately. My eyes widened. “Again?” I whispered. She was looking really exhausted. She didn’t need one. She looked at me innocently. “What? You don’t want one?” “No,” I rubbed my temple. “I think we’ve had enough alcohol for one night. I feel dizzy, I just want to go home.” “Fair enough.” Tessa grabbed her bag and stood. “We don’t want anything, Xavier.” He nodded. “Have a good night.” “You, too," I said before following Tessa out of the club. The cool night air hit my face instantly. I inhaled deeply. While Tessa opened her ride app, I glanc

Arielle Shock ripped through all of us. It felt as though the entire house had started shaking. Our hands went up instinctively. Tiffany stood in front of Tessa and me, tears already streaming down her face as she pleaded desperately. It reminded me of the day Blake tried to kill us. Only this felt worse. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why are you doing this? Who sent you?” Ryder didn’t blink. The gun remained steady in his hand. “Did Darius send you?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. “Did he send you to kill me?” “I don’t work for Darius.” “Then who sent you?” Tessa demanded. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her slowly reaching toward the knife holder. The only knife left. My heart nearly stopped. Tiffany remained directly in front of us, shielding our movements. Fortunately, Ryder didn’t seem to notice. “Was it Blake’s Aunt?” Tiffany asked shakily. Who did he plan this with? How did they get hold of Darius’s phon