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

“I can’t say much. Some of the reports seem promising.” I hate persons like him. It’s his work and he can’t be certain.

“You know what? Get an idea soon.” I left shaking my head and planned to make a call to Peter. I wanted to leave for Italy. Seems like I have to make a trip here when my father passes away. My cell phone rang and it showed Mr Webber’s number, the CEO of our oil refinery company. “Hello,” I knew many were informed that I was in the US and of course they would like to know how to decide the matters here.

“Mr Lucca, I know it is not the right time to reach you. But I wanted to be sure of your plans for the future. I was hoping to see you if…”

“You can come to see me in the evening,” I said cutting him off and got into the lift. With my father gone three huge conglomerate brands were to be decided about. And, that company was one of them. Of course, I had in my mind to transfer the work from here to Italy in case my father disappears from the scene.

I look for the number of a very famous detective. I once handed him the case of looking for the person who once revealed our quotations. I got out of the lift looking at my phone and didn’t saw the person coming upfront. But the moment she said sorry I froze.

It was her.

“Oh sorry gentleman, I wasn’t looking.” She smiled looking at me and got into the lift. There was no surprise on her face. She didn’t look twice and got into the lift as if she doesn’t know who I was. I looked at my back and found her busy talking cheerfully. With her stood a teenage girl who was talking to her about something in her school. The lift got closed and I looked at my cell phone.

She doesn’t matter to me. I know that. And, I always knew she was more indifferent than me. I dialled for the same detective and ordered, “I have a project for you. It’s about finding someone.”

“Just give me the name.” The person asked and I huffed before replying, “Contact Peter. He will forward you the details.”

I wonder who that teenage girl was. Was she her daughter? Or granddaughter? Who cares? I am sure I was far better than having any connection with that woman.

The driver started the car and stopped at a signal. I found a man crossing the road. He had almost a two-year-old girl in his arms. But what I couldn’t understand was why she didn’t recognize me. It was obvious she wasn’t here to see my father. Even this thought was very wild. She hates him to the guts. I looked around realizing it was an expensive neighbourhood. It tells me that Parkers were not doing badly too.

 Wasn’t it my dream? To see this woman suffering the next time she sees me. I wanted her to regret forever showing me her gate. How come I forgot about it? I assumed that being the richest in Europe she would know me. In fact…fuck it. I opened my cellphone and wrote Heather Parker on Fb. Finding her profile wasn’t hard. She was at third. What I found was a cover with her family.

Her husband was still around. And, I am sure this red hair guy was her eldest son. I got on to his profile. It wasn’t hard to see that we two got the same jaw. He was forty-five and an accountant in a company in Colorado. I got back to Heather’s profile to find how she was living in the US for the past fifteen years. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I expected to see her regretting how she lost the chance of connecting with me. If she had let me in her house that day she could have gotten a chance to have a connection with the most powerful man in the world right now.

I dialled Peter and waited for the ring. “Hey, did you get any idea about Julie?”

“No, Mr Lucca…but,...”

“Peter…where do you think people know me more?” I cut him off but was running low on patience when he didn’t reply.

“I am sorry I didn’t get what exactly you are asking,”

“I am asking where else people know me. Like, in Italy I would make news only getting my feet on the sidewalk?”

“Well, we have projects going on in U.A.E. People knows us there. So, Asia, Latin America and Europe…”

“What about the US?” I asked,

“Well, there was a time when your father was a well-known figure here. We don’t have many stocks here now. You once told me that you wanted to move the rest of the business to Italy so…”

“I want you to meet me in the evening and come with all the plans we have for our future investments.”

“I will be there,” He replied,

“And, about Julie? I want you to know her exact location when you come to see me in the evening. You get me?”

“Of course, Mr Lucca.”

I hope they find Julie in no time. I…this time I will kill her. At least, then this world and I would surely know where my wife is. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about what will happen if I couldn’t locate her any sooner. Because there was no way my investigator won’t be able to locate her. But if I couldn’t find her it will cause me a lot of issues. I had shown her around a lot. And,…and, what if she got someone who is helping her. And, even the thought that she took some other man’s help was enough to crawl my skin. I wonder if this is the case then what that person was taking in return.

I swear if I got her with a man I will burn her body slowly. I regret all the times when I actually believed she was worth my name. I could have avoided this bond if I wanted. Women are a hassle. If somebody told me that I would leave one of my meeting with my managers to see the woman who did nothing good but trap me in her lies I would haven’t accepted. At this point I know she isn’t good for me. I can’t let anyone move my decisions.

I poured a drink for myself. As if the matter with Julie was nothing now I have another worry. I wonder why she doesn’t know me. She knows my name. She could have look for me on the internet with one click and yet she didn’t recognize me.