Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (best ereader for epub TXT) 📕

I looked back at Matteo and wonder why it didn’t pass him ever. We walked out of the showroom with three guards, Peter and the assistant we met in the showroom. I only realized that someone was taking our photo when Matteo got his hand on my waist and the guard right beside me came to stand at my right side. I noticed three other people taking photos too before I noticed how we were gathering unwanted attention from many. Of course, he was a known face because of his status and fake philanthropist tag.

It was around seven in the evening when our car was pulled in front of a coffee shop. And, that was surprising. I got out of the car when the driver held it for me. But I was surprised when we passed the coffee shop to get into the building that was standing right beside it.

The lady behind the desk met us cheerfully and got out to lead us further. She talked about how she loves reading about the foundation running by his father. And, also participates as a volunteer to teach little kids.

“The doctor is waiting for you,” She cheered as she held the door for us.

“It was really nice to meet you, Ariana. Thank you so much.” Matteo said while I found myself walking in, where the first thing I noticed was the pictures of some models on the wall with their face close up.

“Welcome, Mr and Mrs Lucca.” I found a man in his late forties welcoming us with a woman who probably was his assistant and though I did pass him a smile my focus was the picture where it was shown how the model got the nose job.

“My name is Dr Maddox and please feel free to whatever magic you want.”

“Well, I wouldn’t like to change anything…but if she wants to have fuller lips and natural sharp brows…I am going to stand beside her in the process.”

“That’s lovely…” The assistant standing behind Mr Maddox commented making me look at Matteo. It took everything in me to not show my surprise. I clutched my hands on my purse while I seemed unable to focus on their conversation. Why on the earth I was supposed to go through this?

“You tell me, Mrs Lucca. Will you like a bow over it or not?” I felt as if my mouth was paralyzed, even opening it to make an answer was taking a lot.

“Well, she always wanted to get rid of this cute persona of hers and seem hot. So,…”

“…without a bow.” The assistant wrote on her pad.

“Are you pregnant?...or had been trying…or on some medication or have some allergies...this process can’t be performed if...”

“No…we aren’t. Why I would let her take the surgery if she was pregnant.” He said making me look at him.

“So, what seems good to you we can decide on the date.” The doctor said, and before I could say something I found Matteo say, “We have a gala this weekend. What about Tuesday after that? Mondays are a little busy for us.” Matteo said as if we are two inseparable entities.

“Well, Mrs Lucca. You are very lucky to have a husband like him.” I tried my best to stretch my mouth. They did talk about some matters related to the foundation. It turns out this doctor makes the donations to his foundation too.

Now, I only have a few days to tell him that I was pregnant and can’t go with this stupid idea of his. The realization that he wanted to customize me to cater to his preference was sickening.

I had my eyes wet the moment we got into the car. I got my face to the other side when I found him appearing in the car.

“Did you hear them? I am the most supportive husband ever. You are lucky to have me…” His mocking tone had me cringed while our car started leaving the building behind.

“…you are in disbelief. Aren’t you? I am sure you too wanted to get change your face the moment you first looked at the mirror.”

I looked at him and tried my best not to break. Now, I recall how all of his mistresses do have fuller lips and sharp brows. And, he wanted me to look the same. He..has chosen his woman according to his preference and I was the only one that he had to take in. Am I this repulsive to this extent?

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The smile on his face disappeared as anger took place instead. His face came closer to me before he held my mouth up. “I have bought you. You should be happy that I am showing interest in you…" His thumb grazed my skin. "...loving you.”

“You don’t love me… you are doing it for you.” My voice breaks as I tried to stand against him looking right into his heinous eyes.

“Well, I customize the things I want to keep.” I wonder what he meant. Why he would want to keep me when I am so unattractive to him?

 I woke up in the morning and the routine was almost the same until I asked, “What would you like to have in the breakfast?” He held my wrist and made me turn to look at the mirror. We stared at each other in the reflection. I was underdressed in my panties only. My hair was undone but he looked ready to take on the world in his expensive suit and perfume.

“You seem like a good option for the breakfast.” He said taking his mouth on my neck taking me by surprise as I leaned my back to him.

“Today…you will sit with me to have breakfast. We have a gala in three days. It is better to have you comfortable with me."

I hissed when he pressed a soaring spot on my neck. I opened my eyes to look at my face. And, I found myself very unattractive. I wonder if I have started seeing myself with his eyes.

I had my robe tightly fastened around my body as we two sat across the table. I found one of the helpers setting a plate in front of me while Matteo asked for his iPad from the other. It was not every day that I found him with the iPad at the breakfast. He usually doesn’t start his day until Peter comes.

“So, want to hear the talk of the town.” He said while my helper poured me orange juice. I nodded my head to the helper before looking at Matteo. In our middle beautiful pink flowers adorns.