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

“About human?” He rested his fork down. “…I do respect a kind of human. The ones who know they need to work to get something and also the ones who don’t get in my ways. Not the likes of you who depend on other people and who literally destroyed my plans. And, it is not that I like rich people. In the end, they are people too. It’s just rich people always end up benefiting you somehow and poor ones can’t give you that. And, this here,” He gestured to me and him, “…you keep benefiting and I keep losing in this bond of ours. And, you expect me to welcome you to my table? We are no family, Julie. You aren’t even qualified to be my maid because I hire hardworking people. Do you really think I think of you as my wife?” His bulging eyes and the sharp tone was slicing my heart. He continued eating while I held my arms completely disgusted with his words.

I didn’t take anything in the dinner. I was looking at his plate when all of a sudden my eyes met his. “You remind me of someone.” He started making me look away. I held my elbow and prepared myself for another session of jeering.

“I had a driver. His son was of my age. He used to look at me like this sometimes. I still feel sorry for him.” This got my eyes to him and he continued.

“He got a scholarship in states. He won a very famous math competition at the age of ten. His news was run on the news channel. But only after a few days he ran into an accident…And, I terminated his father’s contract because he couldn’t show up to the job for three days.”

“Why?...” I breathed and imagined a person’s misery that had an injured son and now lost his job.

“It was a lot of drama…why are you looking at me like this? It wasn’t me who got him into an accident. It was my grandfather.” I coughed trying my best not to get to the worst scenario.

“Are you fine?” The amusement in his voice told me that he liked how it affected me. I held my knee which was trembling in fear.

Who do they think they are? But no Julie, that has to be an accident. Who would hurt a ten-year-old? I wonder but tried to calm myself. For some part, I wanted to tell myself that this story is a fake one.

“Yes,…I am fine,” I replied when I found him waiting for my reply.

“Look…those people were creepy. I am sure that child was always jealous of me.” I looked at him. Now, knowing perfectly who was jealous of who.

“You could have helped that family? Do you…do you think your grandfather did it for you?”

“My grandfather didn’t love me. He only wanted to show me how to deal with things. We should always eliminate. That kid was becoming the center of attention. And, let me tell you I always eliminate my source of worry."

"That can't be true. And, it is not possible. You can't eliminate everyone? Somewhere you have to get used to other people winning." A very evil smile appeared on his mouth.

"I don't eliminate everyone. Only the ones, coming in my way. And, when you are in my way you better don't earn a lot of attention." I don't know if it was a warning or just a piece of mere information. I hold my head down thinking what just happened?

"...I do miss my grandfather nowadays a lot. If he was alive…there was no way you were going to be my wife…" His every word was sinking deep in me. "...if I ever decided to have a son I am not going to miss a single thing he taught me. I will pass it all to my son.” This made me narrow my eyes and I was about to say something,

"But I..." when he started,

“Oh…I am sure that my father has told you. We always hire women from the outside to give birth. So, the women of our family don’t have a say in the brought up of our sons.”

“Excuse me?” I was beyond shocked.

“Excused?” He looked at me now innocently as if he hasn’t said anything strange.

“Why you would do that?” I couldn’t help protesting.

“Oh…just take it as one of the rich people things.” He said as if he has told a joke before starting in a rather firm tone.

“Mrs. Lucca you are only here to pose as a perfect wife…and about my blood…you don’t worry. The world will only see you as his mother.”

“Who…who was your mom?” I asked making his smile freeze.

“Didn't I tell you? My mom was Mrs. Lucca." This was his reply but even a dumb could understand,
"Who is your biological mom?" I asked,

"Someone who disgust me…”

“I…” I was breathless.

“I want to know.” I tried to press him.

“No, Mrs. Lucca…you don’t want to know. Just as same you won’t want to know who will carry my heir.”

“How?…Did…did dad cheated on his wife to have you?” I asked shocked and it was hard for me to swallow that Mr. Lucca could break something so sacred.

“Excuse me?...what do you take my father as?... This wasn't cheating. It was a natural process. Mrs. Lucca always knew that she won’t have any say in this…and, she too was never interested as long as her company was soaring high with us. And, my mom was someone from a family completely unknown. But…to make my heart at a little ease she was a math professor at a very prestigious university. And, she was one of the best names of her time.”

“A mathematician…then why you are disgusted by her name?” At this point, I was totally out of what happened in the car. I wanted to know more. He didn’t make any sense.

“She doesn’t have any status. And…she was married with other two kids…her son had a condition and she needed money. And, my father was looking for someone who had a good brain and looks. You know…to have the good genes.”

I stared at his face. I was sure he didn’t take anything from his mother. He was a split image of Mr. Lucca. “Have you ever met her?” I asked to which he only smiled.

“No…and, I never want to.”

“Why?” I couldn’t help asking. I didn’t know about my family and I was sure I would do anything to know about them.