All Chapters of Being Mr. Hunt's Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"He is Roland Hunt. CEO Lucius Hunt's uncle." Emily explained. Alura frowned. "If he's his uncle, then why does he look so angry?" Emily scoffed in disdain. "That's because he really hates his nephew," Emily replied. "When I was newly employed, I heard rumors that Mr Roland was supposed to take over as the CEO of the entire Hunt Group when Mr. Hunt's late father passed away. It was practically promised to him. But the CEO position went to Mr. Lucius Hunt instead, even though everyone thought he was way too young at that time, He proved them wrong with the experience of someone who had been in business for a very long time, do his grandmother the monarch of the Hunt family, willed the company to him." Alura listened quietly, completely fascinated by the dark, family style rivalry playing out in front of her. She had assumed Lucius was completely unopposed in his empire. "Mr. Roland holds a bitter grudge because of it," Emily continued. "And he doesn't even try to hide it anymore. H

ASHFORD BAY."This is the last one." Grey muttered as he knelt besides Abigail's bed, injecting the last hormone injection.For two weeks, this had been their routine, fourteen nights of him walking into her room, breaking the cold rules he had set for their three years contract marriage, just to administer her hormone injections.Abigail watched quietly, as usual. The cold sting made her shiver, but his touch was warm. When he pulled the needle away, his thumb didn't linger and rub the spot where he injected as usual, neither did he comfort her.Instead he stood up immediately, and walked out of the room without another glance.Abigail looked confused, why was he back to being cold towards her. He didn't even say a single word to her...........,.,......Soon Grey arrived at ECO Oils, Marcus stood by the glass doors of his office. He crossed his arms and watched Grey.Grey sat behind his desk. He was staring at his phone. The screen was dark, he tapped his thumb against the screen, a

"I swear, if I break my ankle in these heels, I am going to haunt Nessa for the rest of her life." Alura muttered the threat to herself as she rushed across the dark parking lot. Her heart was hammering against her ribs. She was late, very late. The gala was already filled with people inside the huge glowing hotel-- a luxury property owned by Lucius himself. She clutched her small purse and picked up her pace, terrified of the cold scolding she was about to receive from her boss. Lucius hated lateness, and he hates excuses even more. As she hurried toward the grand side entrance, loud voices caught her attention. "I don't care what you're saying, old man. You can't go through this door. Guests use the front!" The huge hotel bodyguard stood with his arms crossed, blocking the path of an elderly man in a black suit. The older man looked deeply distressed. He gestured urgently toward the doors, speaking frustrated Japanese. Alura slowed down. She watched the bodyguard roll his

"Were you too busy dressing up that you forgot the time, Or did you get lost in MY city, knight?" Lucius's deep mocking voice cut through the quiet murmurs of the ballroom. Grey stopped in front of the Japanese guests. He ignored Lucius completely. He bowed his head slightly toward the elderly man at the center of the group. "I apologize for the interruption, Chairman Takahashi," Grey said, his voice was calm. "The traffic coming off the bay was worse than we anticipated." The chairman's assistant translated to him. Lucius let out a loud, sarcastic scoff. He did not bother hiding the anger burning in his chest. "Traffic. Right. You just happen to walk in the exact moment the chairman announces your late entry. Well planned." Grey shifted his storm-gray eyes to Lucius. The look was flat and dead. "I am here to do business, Hunt. Not put on a play." Before Lucius could fire back, Uncle Roland stepped forward. Unlike Lucius, who openly showed his hatred for his rival CEO, Rolan

"Who exactly is Hilda Miller?"Alura whispered the question to herself, as her fingers hovered over the keyboard.It was a day after the gala hosted for the Takahashi Group. But Alura was still curious about the lady that approached Lucuis.She sighed, she didn't want to look like a stalker but her curiosity was getting the best of her especially after the quiet threat she felt from the Hilda.She finally clicked enter, and instantly the screen flooded with results.Hilda Miller was the CEO of Miller Industries, one of the successful companies in Cedarville. Alura scrolled past the boring financial articles and clicked on the social pages. The gossip columns from two years ago painted a very clear picture.*IS THE MILLER HEIRESS RELENTLESSLY TRYING TO GET CEO HUNT's ATTENTION?,* one headline blared.Alura read through the articles. They described Hilda showing up at almost all of Lucius's hosted events, trying to get tables next to his, and cornering him in hotel lobbies but pretendin