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

I walked into the house to only find Barbara getting down from the stairs. I didn’t spare her any glance and walked back to my room.

A dress placed on my bed took my attention. It was a little out of ordinary. It didn’t take me much time to notice a card there.

“Get ready in this one,” I took a deep breath before noticing the dress that was deep from the front, was backless but had the full sleeves. I didn’t want to admit but this one seemed a lot more appropriate than most of my collection I am supposed to try for him.

I was finished with getting ready when someone came to call for me. “Mr Lucca has asked for you.” And, this got my stomach to drop. I wondered how I didn’t notice his arrival in the air this time.

I went to see him in the front patio where he was seated while one of the men was serving him some campaign. He seemed happy genuinely as he continued staring at the lawn.

“You sure smell expensive in this perfume.” I heard him say while I walked to get to his left wondering what was interesting him. He had his glasses on and in this attire of his, he seemed very genuine and kind. It was hard to tell just from his face that he won’t take a second to destroy people even for the little of his profit.

“Good evening,” I greeted with my voice so dry.

“I am going to have a couple at dinner. And, I want you to act like my wife…don’t talk…seem bored…and be a fucking bitch like you are supposed to.” I knew what he was referring to. I don’t know what satisfaction he gets making my image as the rude one. I stared at him wondering if he will offer me any explanation.

“Tell me that you fucking understand.” His voice had the agitation.

“I understand,” I replied making him look back at me finally.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He hissed the moment he laid eyes on me. I only wonder looking at my attire to see if everything was fine.

“Maybe your good for nothing brain doesn’t know but other people gauge your worth seeing the articles you are wearing. I want you to get back this instant and come out like my fucking wife. You are not...”

I turned on my heels trying to avoid his any further nagging but only found him shouting at my back. “You can’t show me your back…I am not done yet!” I almost ran to my room and tried to control my breathing before I leisurely got some earrings and bracelet to wear. I came down slowly not wanting to face Matteo any sooner when I heard some people already talking in the living area. I came out and the boredom on my face was natural. I didn’t have to fake it. I noticed a middle-aged man with his wife I presume who was talking to Matteo. And, seeing Matteo in his spectacles I knew he was faking it all.

The bar at the left corner didn’t have any half-naked woman. Instead, a man wearing a very professional attire was serving behind it. “Hey darling,” Matteo came to kiss my side cheek before turning to the guests.

“She is my wife, Julie.” The man came ahead to give me a side hug before his wife followed the same.

“Your place is amazing. I can tell it’s you by only looking at you.” The woman complimented me in her British accent while Matteo was already making sure that his guests were going to sit.

“Julie? This is Mr and Mrs Anderson. They are famous in pharmaceutical business all over the world…and has come all the way here to see us from Australia. We are partnering to ship his goods all over the world…and, don’t make me start over how much ahead they are in the research with their fifty items still patent…his sister is a very famous activist and is married to…" Matteo kept explaining while I only smiled looking at the woman.

“Oh…no, no, no,…you are overdoing it, Mr Lucca. I am already much amazed by your hospitality…and, don’t forget the most important part. Our elders used to share a friendly bond too…it feels like home looking at you…I still have some rare clicks of your great grandfather’s university days when he was just…”

“Oh…I will be very thankful. Thank you. How long is your stay here?” Matteo asked while I was sitting with him seriously bored and disgusted by his acting skills.

“Well, his sister Olivia is here in Italy. And, the gala is around the corner too. It was a coincidence she and we happen to be in Italy at the same time. So,…we planned to stay at my brother’s mansion and spend some time together before the gala...” Mrs Anderson replied not letting her husband answer.

“Mrs Campbell is in Italy?... I didn’t know…and, did you people considered staying in Italy to attend my company’s gala?”

“You gotta be kidding me. No one will leave the chance to be here. First, it is for a good cause. Second, you have turned this social event more like an opportunity to attend. No one in their right mind will miss attending. By the way, I am looking forward to meeting with Mr Hashimi. I heard he will be attending this year.”

“Oh yes, he has confirmed his presence there. And…I will be more than glad to make you two acquaint.”

“Julie,…my sister in law Olivia Campbell has a small event tomorrow for the scholarships to the underprivileged girls. The event isn’t very big as it came quite sudden and unplanned. Would you like to join?” Even before she could finish Matteo had trailed a small cut on the backside of my hand with his finger. Our hands were hidden behind his huge leg that he has rested over his knee.

“I am sorry,…I have plans.” I refused and only offered a little smile.

“Oh, it’s fine. She would have loved to see you.”

“Mrs Campbell is a power woman. I think you should get to know her.” Matteo turned to me while only I could see the obvious in his eyes.

“I would love to…if I could have.” My voice came low looking at Matteo but I knew it was enough for all of them to hear.

Mr Colombo came to announce how the dinner is ready and all of us stood and were ready to leave when another servant came in to announce that someone is here to see Mr Anderson.