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

It was the moment that I knew I couldn’t make myself love him. In fact, no one can ever love him. I knew it was very mean of me to say but this person breath to belittle other people. And, no matter how handsome he was or how much expensive perfume he wore…he was a person who never loved a thing. In fact, I think he was brought up to love himself only.

I wanted to eat when he stood up but looking at him stopping for a few seconds close to me told me that he required me to follow him. I was walking behind him when an image of a ten-year-old that had to go through such immense pain just because he was living his life to full make my heartache.

I knew I had never met his grandfather but I hope that he realized his mistakes at the last of his life. Matteo took the stairs up and I followed him wondering if I was relaxed or sad knowing I didn’t have any right to carry his blood.

Once I heard that the worst mistake you can make is to have kids with someone who is not worth it. So, as of now, I guess it was a good thing. Plus, the future with him was so uncertain while my present with him was suffocating. And, having him as the future father for my kids was the worst decision I could make.

We got into a room but he walked to the spacious terrace. The room had a wooden floor and had a more comfy look. I inhaled getting the fresh air. And, soon felt his arm getting around my waist.

But how I could control it? I wondered thinking of all the unprotected sex we were exercising.

Don’t worry Julie, making babies can’t be this easy. We aren’t planning it so they won’t happen right? But then all of the classes I took on sex education came in front of me. And, that really got me thinking.

He got his cell phone out and the next I found the whole field sparkling with yellow neon lights. My mouth parted looking at the view until I heard him say.

“It works on every female. Doesn’t it?”

I turn to look into his eyes to only find arrogance. He was smiling as if telling me I was just any woman.

He pulled me close before holding my chin up and I looked up into his eyes. He was not only an egoistic person but also a narcissist. But there was one thing he wasn’t.

He came to kiss me and I blinked feeling his dominating hand at the back of my head and his warm breaths on my face. He wasn’t ignorant. His father might think that he doesn’t know what this real world like. But no…he did have the understanding of how things work. And, he precisely uses that knowledge to manipulate anything. And, being insensitive refrain him from having any guilt.

I groaned holding his shoulders when he dug his fingers in my skin and held me tighter. He knew he was wrong. It was as if humiliating someone powers him.

“You said I can’t have your heart right?” He pulled away to whisper over my mouth. I don’t know what was going on in his head but as of now, he wanted to have a serious conversation. “I can’t control it… no one can…” I tried to get away but he held my arms before looking right into my eyes.

“As your man, I provided you with the roof, the food, and the clothes." He emphasized every word, "...If I still don’t have your heart. It is you who are ungrateful…” And, though I knew it wasn’t true. I couldn’t stay unaffected by his words. I wasn’t a strong head like him.

“Sir…you are hurting me.” I winced while he whispered, “...If the man who is fucking you can’t have your heart. What kind of woman it makes you Julie?” I looked up to find a very proud smile on his mouth. He was enjoying insulting me.

“Leave me, Matteo,” He left me with a jerk and I couldn’t control it. I walked into the room and inhaled deeply to contain the dampness in my eyes.

“That’s not fair to me. I want your heart even if doesn’t value anything because I…own it…” He said the last words as if tasting them in the mouth. I heard him getting into the room saying.

“You are always a disappointment.”

I grazed my left arm with the right and felt his presence soon behind me. I couldn’t help hiccupping when he held my waist.

“Seriously woman?” He rubbed my tear away. “Do you really think it will work on me?” My breathing was ragged when he held me.

“Tell me that I have your heart.” I looked at him in disbelief. I wonder why he wanted this. He knew it won’t be true even if I say it now.

“Tell me, Julie…that I have your heart.” I gulped when this time he came to say this in my ear. He spoke softly before holding my body to his tenderly. But I didn’t have my guards down.

“You should say it now, Julie.” He hissed louder in my ear making me wince.

“…you have my heart,” I said without meaning the words and he knew that. But I knew what is changed now. His ego was satisfied now.

It wasn’t the first time when I felt like a slave in his arms. He didn’t want me to have my own mind or heart.

My chest felt heavy when he offered me a peck on my ear and I couldn’t help wondering about the day when I will be free.

I woke up with his hands wandering on my body. I wanted to sleep a little more but groaned when his hands passed some sensitive mark on my chest. I held his wrist that was indeed very strong and huge. It was the kind of morning that made me wonder if I wanted to get up.

“Wake up,” He whispered and I looked in his eyes. With his smile, I could gather that he wanted me to be all sweet with him. And, how easy he was thinking it is.

The last night was all in my mind when I replied, “Good morning,”

He leaned into the headboard and pulled me to him before resting his hand on my chest. “I don’t feel like going to the office today. We will spend this day together…I want to enjoy your heart…”

I raised my brows and knew my silence was going to hurt his very fragile ego. “That’s good…that’s amazing.” I got out of the covers to get my hair into a bun but got static, feeling his mouth on my back. His suggestive hand coming to rest on my thigh was telling me why he woke me up. I turn to him to rest my hand on his chest and took a deep breath before slipping under him.