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

A huge castle-like mansion stood with its large windows. Everything was screaming wealth but my eyes got on a beautiful fountain that was made with white stone and was shining to perfection. On focusing, I noticed a statue of a woman standing in between the fountain. She was naked and had a snake around her neck and shoulders. What made my throat dry was the fact that the snake was real. The car ahead of us stopped at the door and mine was pulled right behind.

I walked out of the car to only look up to notice the place. The door was long but was already open. I saw my husband getting in. To my relief, that woman went to the right of the mansion and didn’t get in. I followed him but found him going away totally ignoring me.

I noticed another man standing with a grim expression. He was bald and seemed to be around his fifties. Running after Matteo didn’t feel like a necessity and I take in the décor. On my left, there was a huge round sofa at some distance. It had the view of the outside that seemed like a gigantic patio before the lawn. On my right, there was a sitting area too. I didn’t notice a single wall without any artwork mostly with women drowned in colors or simply the colors. I walked slowly to notice another set of expensive sofa. I went in a different direction from my husband to only get to another part of the house that was again set with more sofas with only the difference that it was a little dark here. I noticed a piano with an in-home bar in which a blonde woman was sitting wearing something anyone would call inappropriate.

My presence alerted her and she noticed my dress more than me. “Hello,” I greeted but she got busy on her cell phone again. I totally need to get rid of this dress.

I walked back from where I came and get to that person who doesn’t seem welcoming. “Hello, can you tell me where Mr. Lucca’s room is?” I don’t know I just wanted him to look at my dress and assume that I am Mr. Lucca’s bride already.

“He hasn’t called for you.” I got my brows up.

“I am Mrs. Lucca. This…” I pointed at my dress. “…isn’t for a costume party I promise,” I smiled hoping he would tell me.

This got me his chuckle before he added, “Just follow the way he took. You will find a set of stairs. Take those stairs. The wing has only one room. The one you are looking for. And,…don’t talk without his permission.”

It was the very same thing he told me. What was with not talking without permission? Is he a king? Even the king with this attitude lost their fortune. “Thank you,” I smiled again and he offered me a very calculated nod.

I walked ahead to the right of the home and took the stairs. The place had a small living area and a bar again with a woman wearing something that wasn't enough to cover her cleavage. This bar was larger and had sofas with a poll standing. My staring got me that woman's arched brow and I couldn't help but notice her very loud makeup. I passed the area to notice a billiard table and a study area ahead. I couldn't take out these two girls from my thoughts for some reason. I walked ahead and took three stairs down. The place had a grand door ahead and even this small space was again comforted with sofas but had two large windows on each side.

I took a long breath before getting in. The white carpet was thick and had a classic pattern. I noticed a tux, shirt, and pants discarded not so far from the bed. Space smelled like his perfume. I blinked realizing where I was standing. I was in my husband’s bedroom.

The bed was huge and had red covers with white sheets underneath. I walked looking at his discarded clothing and sat on the bed. I took off my heels groaning. I liked how this carpet felt under my now swollen feet. The trails of his discarded clothing told me that it was the bathroom. I waited for about five minutes before I planned to look for something to wear. Of course, I didn’t want him to find me sitting on his bed when he comes in. Plus, sitting on this bed seemed so wrong. I walked to the windows and it seems good to have some fresh air.

How long he is going to take? I don't think I should get into his closet without his permission. I wonder but enjoyed looking at his lawn that was indeed a work of art. My eyes grew looking at a hedge maze. It was indeed so vast and complex but from his window, one could see every corner of the maze. I sighed and turned to look at the glass door but bit my inner cheek looking at his closet.

I walked to his closet and slid the door to notice a spacious closet where everything was placed neatly. It wasn’t hard for me to locate his t-shirts. In fact, I was sure it was made for things to be located with only a single glance. There was a huge case standing showing his wristwatches. Looking at his place I was sure they were expensive. There wasn’t a single feminine thing and that only supported he didn’t have any girlfriend.

I don’t know why I smiled recalling all the times when I was actually thinking to support this person and live a family with him. And, what if he stays? A thought knocked but I shook my head. I inhaled recalling his perfect and curious eyes. "We are not nourishing that voice at any cost," I told my brain and heart at the same time. I took out a black t-shirt and sighed when I unhooked my dress making it a little loose around my waist. What a relief!

“You?” I heard and turn but gasped before tripping and fell over my back. He was standing naked and had a towel in his hand. He didn’t attempt to hide anything and I got my gaze lowered before crying out.

“I am so sorry! I am sorry! I should have not.” I turn my face to my left and got up to run past him but find my arm pulled to him.

“I…I wanted to…change,” I explained without looking at him. His black t-shirt in my hands was proof.

“Shut up,” He hissed and jerked me to him while I felt his grip getting tighter around my arm. I don’t know why I couldn’t gather myself when I had to look at him. His eyes had fury. It was apparent that he was pissed at something and his wild state was only making me breathless even more. I closed my eyes recalling how he looked like.