Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 555

A flicker of disappointment crossed Emmy’s eyes, but deep down, she only felt more certain—James was definitely hiding something about his past.

“Okay, fine, I won’t push you anymore,” she said. “I’ll just hire a private investigator myself.”

Abriella nodded so fast she practically looked like a bobblehead. “Yes, yes, totally!”

But then her face turned anxious. “But honestly, I think you should just wait for my cousin to tell you the truth himself. If he finds out you’ve been digging around in his private business… I just worry he’ll get the wrong idea and be upset.”

Emmy’s hand drifted to her slightly rounded stomach. Thanks to her loose, comfy clothes, no one could tell she was pregnant yet.

“But if I don’t figure this out, I won’t be able to have these babies in peace,” she admitted quietly. Not knowing anything about the family of the man she shared a bed with left her feeling uneasy and restless.

Abriella got even more worked up than Emmy. “Seriously, don’t stress about that at all! I swear on my life, my cousin is crazy about those babies—he’s been waiting for them forever!”

Emmy fell silent.

She looked around the bedroom. It felt even colder and emptier than last time. Honestly, it looked less like a bedroom and more like a perfectly staged hotel suite—beautiful, but totally lifeless.

Abriella didn’t seem to notice. She just changed the subject and chatted about something else.

Soon, a housekeeper knocked on the door, announcing that Mr. Rinehart had arrived.

The two of them got up to leave, but Abriella paused, turning back to smooth out the shallow dents they’d left on the sofa cushions—like she wanted to erase any proof they’d ever been there. The gesture was so automatic, but it tugged at Emmy’s heart. It was supposed to be Abriella’s own bedroom, but compared to Emmy, who was just a guest, Abriella seemed even more out of place—like she was the one visiting someone else’s house.

Mrs. Rinehart caught the way her son was staring and frowned. She couldn’t help but think Abriella looked too striking, too much like trouble for her taste—exactly the kind of girl who’d stir things up if she married in. But then she remembered the Sullivan family’s famous twins and all those good genes, and she forced a polite smile.

“So, you’re Abriella? What a lovely girl,” she said, giving Abriella a long, slow once-over. Her gaze wasn’t warm or welcoming—it was more like she was sizing up merchandise than greeting a future daughter-in-law.

“Our family, the Rineharts, has been one of the top families in Cloudville for generations, so we have a lot of rules,” she said smoothly. “Once you join us, you’ll need to cut ties with all those questionable friends of yours.”

“And you’ll have to dress more tastefully. No more jeans and T-shirts. A wife should look proper—modest, respectable, focused on her home and family.”

“But most important of all, the Rinehart family has only had one son per generation for the last three generations. You’ll need to give me a grandson within three years. And if you have twins—a boy and a girl—that would be absolutely perfect. After all, we’re counting on those amazing Sullivan genes.”