"It was a mistake Everly, I never wanted any of this to happen, the sex, the pregnancy" she remarked. 

"Don't call it a mistake; you had a choice; you could have gone home instead of staying and hanging out with him, you could have refused to drink with him, but instead you stuffed yourself and got drunk.You had the option, but you chose this" 

"And I regret it, Everly, I regret every single second of that day," Brielle sobbed. 

Everly Carter finally thought she had gotten the luxurious life she had dreamt of endlessly for herself when she killed her best friend, Brielle in a heated argument when she found out that she was pregnant for her boyfriend Devan Hunter, and agreed to get into a contracted marriage with Her Billionaire Boss, Leo Walton, who caught her in the act. 

She thought the betrayal from her best friend and Devan had catapulted her into a future she had always wished for, not knowing Leo Walton, her contracted husband is not what he seemed to be. 

Will Everly be able to tame the wild billionaire beast Leo, who treated her like she doesn't exist, or will she get tired and crawl back to her Ex, whom she once left devastated?

Web Of Deception:A Billionaire Game

　　"Your father was a strong man" Dorothy spoke as laid down her bouquet on the smooth cemented grave, picking up the old withered one for an exchange, she clung tightly to the withered flower as she watched Leo laid down his own right beside hers.


　　This was a planned day that they both always come over to his grave side, creating space in their schedule no matter how busy they both were. It had turned into a tradition over time since he was dismissed, and as far back as she can remember, they have never missed a day out of it.


　　Devan was supposed to be a part of this family tradition of theirs as he was a bonafide member of the family, but Dorothy warned him against him going with them or on the same day, saying he could go on his own any other day that feels right to him.


　　Going further to tell him that he could drop flowers by grace as she had made that a personal responsibility, dropping flowers and picking up the old ones.


CHAPTER 161