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

Matteo's POV,

I let the smoke burn my lungs. I hated her. I absolutely hated her eyes. That beautiful and deceitful face and I hated how she felt so good. It was good that now she knew her place. 

What was she thinking huh?...that she will get all of this without doing a thing. Everything has a price Julie and I will make sure that you pay double.

“I missed you,” Sasha spoke as she came in front of my view that was nothing but my grandiose lawn. I don’t know why I decided to visit Sasha again but maybe it’s because she knows better than others. All of the rooms given to my slaves had a perfect view so I can enjoy it no matter where I am.

I accepted the flute glass she was passing me and got my hand on her curvy body as she came closer. “I never thought you will leave your room for her. Doesn’t it should be the other way?” I knew Sasha could tell I was pissed. 

I looked down to see her sparkling eyes while my mouth got bitter recalling how a woman I owned denied my touch.

“I like how you are trying?” I whispered holding her waist tighter but she only smiled.

“But…everyone can see she is different from us…” I only took the gulp over my drink before nodding my head in agreement.

“She is different. She has my name, Sasha. My…” I got my mouth over her soft and sweet mouth. “…name.”

Her big eyes were still shining. Of course, she knew in these three years how to talk to me. I always wanted my woman to look at me like this. As if she is thankful for being here.

“This…isn’t you Matteo.” Her seductive voice was enough to sway me away. It was enough to sway any man.

“…Remember, no woman ever was enough to stand a chance against you. You can’t…”

“But my wife…" The wife I can’t leave…not right now. I take a gulp on the drink again before grazing the empty glass on Sasha’s luscious lips.

“And, what if she got your heart?” She asked this time making me chuckle.

“Do you think I have one?” She shook her head before coming to massage my shoulders. And, I held her close thinking what if I spent my whole life with a woman who doesn’t have anything other than the tactics to trap rich husbands.

I woke up hating this throbbing pain in my head. I looked to my left to find Sasha. She was already awake and was looking at me. And, I hated how I recalled my mornings with Julie. I was supposed to stay mad at her. I wonder how I let this marriage happen in the first place.

Because no matter how cruel I am to her it is always my bigger loss. She doesn’t submit or give in to my whims. She doesn’t even try to keep me satisfied.

I held my head in my hands getting out of the covers and felt Sasha by my shoulder. I only jerked her hand away and she didn't try to hold me again.

Getting out of the room I recalled seeing her trying to leave me. And, it was only making me destroy everything. After everything she is getting from me she dared to leave me. Dare to refuse me. I think it was time to tell her that her actions will have consequences.

The rage in my veins was literally boiling my blood as I walked back to my room. But the moment my eyes laid on her sitting on the bed I knew I couldn’t do it. She wasn’t supposed to get my attention after she refused my touch last night. But I hated how she was the reason that I was mad as fuck right now. What does she think she is?

I went into my bathroom and made sure that she hears what it means to be my wife. I was disappointed when I got out of the bathroom finding an empty bedroom. I made my way out noticing her in the library but refused to spare her my attention.

Mr Colombo was waiting for me at the breakfast table with the other three staff members and Peter too arrived a little earlier.

“Good morning, Mr Lucca.” Definitely, my answer was only a raised brow to him. And, I hated how my wife had fucked up my mood this much. I hated being affected.

“What’s up with the gala?” I couldn’t help starting my day already. Plus, this yearly gala was always important for me. The occasion was an invitation to the richest people of the globe and it was a place for me to top the show.

“Mr Lucca? Mr Hashimi will be there at the party too.”

Fuck! I was looking forward to taking someone else. I got my brow up for a few seconds before asking Mr Colombo.

“Call Mrs Lucca?” He didn’t take a second to leave.

“How about your reception with her before you officially take her out…it will…”

“You will tell me what to do?…” I told Peter but got my eyes on David who was getting into my dining area.

“Mr Lucca, we have a visitor named Barbara…she said…”

“You don’t need to tell me who Barbara is…let her in and you get out of here.” That lad seemed taken aback and that got me even more irritated. I was agitated since the last night. From the moment I have confessed to my lowlife wife who I desperately wanted to fail. What if it makes me look like a loser? Fuck you, Julie…I hate to be conscious.

Soon, I found Barbara, the woman who used to be Mrs Lucca's assistant coming in.

“Mr Lucca, I hope you are having a great day,” Barbara's accent and the way she speaks…everything got a tsunami of memories.

Fuck you, Barbara.

“I am not in the mood of greetings Barbara.”

This got that woman’s lip tight before she bowed down her head the way she was supposed to.

I stared at fifty somewhat year old woman. I had seen her many times standing behind Mrs Lucca. And, with that came some bittersweet moments. I scoffed knowing whatever happened was in the best interest of mine.

I looked to my left finding my wife walking beside a glass wall as she walked towards the entrance to the dining area. She came in and knowing that she feared me gave me a little peace with an instant smile on my mouth.