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

Julia's POV

I felt bad for judging him. But I passed the doors to get to the back and it seems like another sitting area and the moment I found the man who was reading the magazine earlier I found it weird. I heard a door opening and found the hostess getting out from one of them. It seems it was the toilet. I looked at the only closed door and had my heart sinking when I took my feet in the direction.

“Mrs. Lucca?” It was the first time someone called me with this name. It seemed really weird. I offered a questioning gaze to the person who called me.

“Are you looking for Mr. Lucca?” He asked making me only look at him and before I could answer he offered.

“I can show you where he is if you want to relax too.” He offered and I wonder if I wanted it.

“I…” I tried to make an answer when I found him coming close.

“I…can understand. I can show you a different room if you want to relax…it is going to be a long flight.” This time he whispered and waited for my answer.

“I will be thankful…” I offered him a small smile before following him. “umm…do you know where my luggage is? My cell phone was in there.” He passed the other sitting area and took me to a door that stood alone.

“We were in a hurry. I should have looked for your luggage but…I am sure they will send it without any unnecessary delay.

He opened the door for me while my brain processed all the necessities my luggage had. I get into the room to notice a space that barely had a bed fit in with only one window showing the sky. I turn to find that person leaving already.

I get onto the bed and stretched my legs. “Once you are Mrs. Lucca you will be the family forever,” I recalled Mr. Lucca's words and now knew what he meant from wanting a very tolerant wife for his son. I am sure no one was ready to marry him.

I held the covers to my neck recalling his burning gaze. Does…does he really think I will let him touch me?…But he…he is my husband…ICan I say no if he doesn't separate? Even the thought of him catching my hand was enough to make me shiver.

He didn’t want to marry me but not once he has told me that he will leave me. Maybe I am overthinking and…he is passing through a phase.

But he doesn’t look like a person who doesn’t know what he was doing?…No,…I will not give in until he gives me a reason to do so…and, the rest I can decide after talking to Mr. Lucca.

And, what makes you think your father-in-law will be any help? He is the very reason that you are here.

His rude words rang in my head while I knew I have to deal with him alone…or maybe it’s better that we two decide about this like real adults this time and don’t involve Mr. Lucca.

I stared out of the window and bit my inner cheek recalling the times when we took the vows. I have to be prepared for the worst…he might ask me to end all of this. He really doesn’t look like who cares about the vows and…I didn’t even want to think about his vows right now. I sighed out and tried to tell myself I can live through this very event of my life too. But if this ends I will go and live somewhere far away without any kind of responsibility. I will laugh the hardest, make a friend, and will never skip a Friday night out. I looked out of the window and missed Sarah’s beautiful voice.

I gulped knowing it wasn’t the responsibilities I feared. I think I cared more about what Rachael or my sisters and friends will think of my divorce right after my wedding. How I am ever be able to explain it to anyone?

I don’t know when I give in to sleep but I woke up feeling everything lightweight and fell from the bed but hold it tighter. We were landing I knew this much for now.

“Oh my god!” I cried out but find a man coming into the room. It was the same man who was reading the magazine and before I could say anything I found myself wrapped in his arms.

“You are safe, Mrs. Lucca. We are only landing.” I had my eyes closed while I prayed hard for my life.

I swear I had my heart in my throat when we got out. I found Matteo and the woman getting out of their seats gracefully without a care in the world. His eyes stopped briefly at me and were fixed at the hand that his man had on my waist. I find the hand gone in an instant and find a smile on Matteo’s mouth.

“I trust you, Peter.” Matteo chuckled shaking his head in amusement before heading out. His undone buttons and that woman’s hair made my throat stuff.

Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t Julie. There can’t be anything going on…or he loves her and she is his lover? I wonder,

No, Mr. Lucca can’t be this heartless to not let Matteo marry the woman he loves…you are overthinking Julie. And,…what was so special about me that he would stop his son to marry the woman he loved and chose me? Mr. Lucca told me that he was choosing the bride because his son doesn’t have time to find one for him.

I had my feet numb when I walked down the plane but found his car already leaving with that woman. I stared at his car going away walking beside the person named Peter.

On the way I found Matteo’s car going ahead of ours and wonder what awaits me. It was as if he was preparing me for separation talk. I wonder what I was supposed to tell Mr. Lucca if that happens.

I groaned holding my head in my hands and ended up staring at my dress. Sarah liked this dress. A smile played at my mouth. I miss them. In this time of utter loneliness, I knew I will walk back to them. They…are the only definition of the family I have…I…I love them and I can’t stop it…I don’t know what else to do if I won’t care about them. Bring it on, Mr. Lucca. I have a family to turn to. I know that my family can be very judgemental about this divorce but I can't care anymore. You Matteo? You don’t…don’t matter at all.

I hope he is kind enough to arrange my trip back after the separation. This was my thought when I noticed the car getting into a huge iron gate. A gigantic lawn surrounded the paved path and I could see more trees in distance but all were kept neatly. It was late in the night but the place was all bright with L.E.D lights everywhere.