MR. BILLIONAIRE IS MINE: A WIFE'S REVENGE

I watched Ethan from across the streets, my heart sank at the sight of him holding hands with another woman. The pain of betrayal I felt was almost unbearable. “Maybe she was just a friend or a distant relation,” I said to myself trying so hard not to be judgmental. I wonder why I was getting So worked up about him being with another woman when I knew it was a one-sided affection. Ethan knows nothing about my feelings for him and Today of all days, was meant to be the day I confess it to him. It was his birthday today. I had rehearsed the words I would say a hundred times, but now, seeing him with someone else, it felt like all my efforts had been put to waste. I couldn’t help but reminisce about the first day I met Ethan at Douglas Mansion, all dressed in a fitted dark suit enhancing his masculinity. His eyes pierced deeply through me like it was longing for something different, something missing. I had mistaken him for the lawyer Dad had asked me to come get the documents from

ETHANI had just received an anonymous message, and the urgency in the words set my nerves on edge. "Come over to Emeraldo Hotel right now, a life lies in whatever decision you make." My mind raced, trying to decipher who could have sent such a text and why. I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me; someone dear to me was in trouble, and I had to find out who it was.I looked over at my friends in the club, who were obviously lost in getting drunk. "Guys, I need to go," I said abruptly, grabbing my jacket."Oho, your hot boss is calling again," Mike teased, winking at me. "I bet you can’t say you aren’t attracted to her, huh?”"Oh, please, we all know Ethan is faithful as f*ck to Stella. What hold has that b*tch got on you, man?” Dave shook his head, irritated at the mention of Stella’s name.Dave and Mike had never liked Stella, not even once. They claimed she wasn’t the type of lady a man should settle for and often complained about the weird negative aura she emitted any time sh

"Ethan, come with me," I urged, pulling him along. We both struggled to keep moving as he leaned heavily on my shoulder. At that moment, I was grateful for my morning exercise routine.We finally made it to the car, and I drove to my apartment. I didn't have access to his place and couldn't ensure his safety there."Ethan, are you listening to me?" I asked, glancing over to see if he had passed out."Uhmmm.""Good. We're almost at my place. You need to rest.""Are you going to make my favorite pasta for me?" he mumbled, giving me a puppy-eyed look.I chuckled, amazed at how cute he could be even when drunk. How could Stella hurt someone like Ethan? The thought of her made my stomach churn. She was still a problem I had to deal with.In less than seven minutes, we reached my apartment. The bar wasn't far, and I might have driven faster than usual. Once inside, I switched on the light and guided Ethan to my room."Stay here, Ethan," I said, gently laying him on the bed. He was consciou

I stood up, my spirit unwavering. I had come too far to give up now. Picking up my phone, I dialed my office number. Janet answered after a few rings.“Hello, Janet speaking.”“Janet, it’s Miss Douglas. I need you to find someone to cover my responsibilities for next week. I’m taking a break,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “And don’t forget to inform my dad.”“Is everything okay, Miss Douglas?” Janet asked, her concern evident.I knew Janet loved to gossip. I couldn’t afford to be the next topic of discussion. “I just need some time to sort things out. Please handle it,” I replied, my tone cold, not wanting to give her more to talk about.“Of course, Miss Douglas. Take care.”I hung up, feeling a slight relief. I needed time away from the office and all the reminders of Ethan. As I was contemplating my next move, my phone buzzed with a message from my best friend, Matilda.Matilda: Hey babe, I need the scoop. You haven’t explained how Ethan ended up in

ETHAN I sat on my comfy chair in the sitting room, staring at the two letters on the table before me: the promotion offer letter on the right and the resignation letter on the left. This promotion was a fantastic chance, a huge step up in my career, and something I had always wanted—but it came with strings attached. Memories of that night with Lizzy kept flashing in my mind, making my decision even harder. I sighed, rubbing my temple, an act I do whenever I was indecisive and stressed. I needed to make a decision quickly. Today marks the end of the submission deadline for the promotion. Uncertain of what to do, I decided to reach out to Mike for advice. I picked up my phone, dialing his number. After several rings, it connected, and I could hear his husky voice behind the phone. "Hey, Ethan! What's up?" Mike answered, sounding like I had just woken him up from a deep sleep. "Hey, man. Got a minute? I need your advice on something," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.