My Billionaire Husband is the Devil's Advocate

blurry view of the sunlight meets my gaze. I stretch my arms, allo

in doesn't feel familiar. Neither does the room. That

the room and searching for a clue. My gaze goes over the floo

, but that is when the memories from last night begin pouring i

n my eyes. Many hours have passed, but I st

hest shutting off the tears. I suck in a deep breath

b down. My legs make a crackling sound befor

d. Gasping I look down at my legs again, a tho

gerly trying to remember if I had found my way to

up from the ground where I had fallen. The last thing I remember from

them with wide eyes. My heart begins pounding hard on my chest as the p

im to take me to the hospital

ight, I pinch my l

I sigh in relief. I might be heartbro

head to the door, and on opening it, I hea

rent pieces of breathtaking artworks. I admire each one as I walk pa

the other. Everything in the living room is dec

girls?" I hear a voice ask as

have kept her in one of the rooms downstairs. Maybe a family fr

d me last night is popular among the girls. He gets lots of them to visit him and wastes no time

wing something important!" a third voice a

t is

son's latest girl. I

ng about? My first instinct is to rush into the kitchen to see what it is, but on second thought,

ree of them gasp in unison. That makes me rush int

e turns to acknow

ne!" one of t

our husband's house?"

She is a fugitive. Look

ck on seeing, 'Bella becomes a runaway br

e now running in a thousand different directions. How did m

to report me missing, after having a hand in it in the first place. What does he take

ntion to it. What will Mom think about this? Would she act her us

Da

Matt discloses the news to him. As long as he is concerned, his busines

th the news. That, I know for sure. In fact, he would be mad about it. And if Matt threatens to pull out of the contr

alone in all this runs ano

getting in front of me. The way her brows are f

d at

here." She takes my hand and gently pulls me to si

omething to drink

rowl, reminding me that I haven't had an

next minute, she returns

ything in a while. Drink this wh

t from the corners of my eyes, I can see the two girls s

en island, hoping that whatever the kind woman is making

voice on the TV, which makes

n?" I

ade lighter than mine, shine with fake con

ll toasting with her and wishing her marital bliss. The

ld she keep such a straight face and lie without bli

bing about how secretive I had been as a child, and how

going with the lies. It's one thing to betray your very own b

s the memories of last night flood into my mind, b

let you get away with this. Each and every single one

perfect representation of how broke