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

I seated across him as he took his breakfast. I couldn’t feel hungry. “Were you always like this?” He asked making me look at him. Wasn’t it the same thing I asked him last night? I looked at him showing I didn’t get it. “Like you always dreamed of becoming someone’s wife and spend your life in luxury.”

And, that was a snap. I haven’t given much thought to this idea but I couldn’t help.

“Sir…I wanted to ask something? Can I do a job? I will be back when you are back? I…” I didn’t wait for his permission to let me talk and asked anyway.

He gave me a hard glare for a few seconds before bursting into a laugh. “And, what you will do? Be a maid?” He laughed louder making an old man standing close sneer too. “Why don’t you be a maid in my home? This way I won’t have to face the humility of my wife doing another person’s job.” He said and refusing to get hurt I said, “Fine,…I will take this job.”

“Don’t you dare disrespect me?” He punched the table making me jump. “…You are meant to be in this beautiful cage. I can’t let you have your self-esteem back.” Lifting his finger in a warning tone he seethed, “You will get what I give you. Do you get me?” His voice was going creepier and I didn’t dare to look up in the eyes of the people around us.

We left soon after for home but a huge lump in my neck was piercing my soul. I couldn’t help but recall the days when I wasn’t married to him. If I had any idea of what this man Matteo will be I would have tried with tooth and nail to avoid this bond.

“Are you mad?” He asked but I refused to look in his way.

“Tell me, why you want to do a job when you have already scored me?” He was leaning in his seat and I was burning under his gaze. I gulped on the painful ball of emotions in my throat when he grazed his fingers on my arm. “You will have enough even if I decide to leave you,…then why do this drama of doing a job to prove yourself a hardworking person.” He took his hand to hold my chin.

“You should better be good at one job. And, you know that…” His suggestive fingers on my face were proof that he doesn’t think of me more than a subject and I refused to be something like this. Nobody could live a life like this. And, I was no exception.

I looked at him to notice a kind of pride. But I had decided. I will look for a job no matter what. I will never depend on this person for a single penny.

We got into the house to notice Sasha donned in a very revealing brown dress. Her legs were all on the display and when she stood seeing us coming I noticed how her dress was barely covering anything. My eyes went back to Matteo’s at a light speed and he was indeed checking her out.

“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Lucca.” Sasha chimed,

“What are you?...” I trailed off looking at Matteo and expected him to say something.

“Welcome back, Sasha.” He said indifferently to what I was pointing to. But then his smile and eyes started making everything clear to me. I don’t know why I was hurt. I didn’t want to be. But I was wronged. Wasn’t I? I didn’t deserve it. No…not this thing. I took two steps back and tried my hardest to take longer strides.

A hiccupped only escaped my mouth when I passed his study to get to his room. I wanted to cry out the river to dissipate this feeling in my chest but I couldn’t. Instead, only a lone tear fell from my eyes.

I don’t know I was expecting him to follow me. I only realized it when he didn’t even return after hours. And, this time I knew exactly why. The women roaming in this home were not only for his guests. I now knew what this house was. This house was built for his pleasure and he has never treated me any differently. And, now I feel stupid. I should have recognized all of it a long time ago. The lust in his eyes and the greed in his voice were always crying out to me what kind of person he was.

For a second, I wonder why Mr. Lucca decided to ruin my life. Apparently, Matteo always had women around him. He didn’t need me. He wasn’t someone deprived of physical touch because now it seems he could buy it and he had arranged it for him all along. He…he didn’t need me for anything. And, now I wonder what I was even doing here.

“I want a very tolerant woman for my son,” I recalled Mr. Lucca’s voice.

I remember knowing that I was no tolerant. But I don’t know why lifting a single finger seems like a lot of work right now when I should be getting my things packed. I took a huge sigh recalling our first time on this bed. The moment I thought maybe he was only hurt and I could trust him. I hated how I blamed me for his behavior. All this time, I thought that taking the money to marry him was the problem but it wasn’t a thing. It was never a thing and I couldn’t help but feel so stupid for all the times I let him have his way with me.

I rubbed my tears away and left his bed. It had been four hours and he was still not back. I went to take out my bag and started packing my things. I had my cell phone on charge and take it out to only notice a few texts in my friend’s group. I couldn’t have the heart to open them and was dragging my bag outside when I found Matteo coming up. His face did become sour when he looked at my bag but I tried not to pay attention until he had my left arm in his grip.

I tried to get my arm back and looked right into his eyes. “Leave me, Matteo,…just leave me.”

“And, why?” He replied jerking my body to him.

“It’s because I am leaving, Matteo…” I was cut off when he started pulling me back into the room I despised the most now.

“Matteo, No!” I shrieked now holding his arm that was tightly gripped around my arm. I was sure my voice was loud enough to get heard by many.

“Help!” I called out for any staff to hear but had my hopes died when he almost threw me on the bed.

“You can’t do this with me. You can’t…you!” I shrieked making his eyes darker.