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

“Not his fault. He was built to act like this.” Her explanation got my mouth bitter.

Like what? He is not a kid anymore. He is solely responsible for his actions. I looked at Barbara for a  few seconds and she was paced out just like people her age are supposed to.

I hopped over my bed to get some sleep when I heard her say. “He was three years old when I first saw him. On a never-ending table, he was sitting alone. There was everything a kid would love but it had been two days since he refused to eat…He had a caretaker who was fired because she was caught holding Matteo in her arms. Not her fault though, she was taking care of Matteo since his birth and didn’t have her own kids. On investigation, it was also found that she often used to refer to him as her son and Matteo had started calling her mom. It was revealed that Matteo had often shared his toys and chocolates with her.” She paused. Maybe she was expecting me to speak or talk but I didn’t.

“Not hugging was a rule. No one was allowed to hug or hold Matteo…no matter what. It was a part of his training…his grandfather was trying to instil something in him since the very start. And, not having attachments to human had always topped the list…not being tolerant, hating the poor people, not seeing someone else win, and thinking everyone is not more important than him were among others. We were asked to treat him like royalty. Lucca’s have a rule. They don’t take their heirs from their wives. Doing so, they have complete authority on the bringing up of the child.”

What if the wife got pregnant? I wondered.

And, it was like Barbara knew what I must be thinking. “I haven’t seen how Matteo would treat his wife because you are his first wife. But I know what was done to the two women so far who got pregnant while living with Matteo.”

“What happened to them?’ I couldn’t help asking.

“I wasn’t here but I have heard they were fired from the job at the very moment and were not seen anywhere else after that.” I clutched the sheets thinking if he had murdered them too. I wonder how a person could be this cruel.

“But I guess you should worry more about what you will tell him about not getting that tattoo.  I am amazed at your bravery when you are aware of how much he is capable of.”

Barbara was right. I knew too well how much he was capable of. He could have killed me but wouldn’t be that peaceful for me now?

I chose to wear a see-through green dress before his arrival and made sure to look better. I prayed that he will have his own things going on and forget about that tattoo or if not I will be left with no option but to bear his tantrums as I will refuse to follow his will this time.

I stood up seeing the door being open and gulped looking at the caress on his forehead. Once his eyes fell on me a smile adorned his mouth before I heard, “Julie,” I saw him taking longer strides but I refused to back away.

“Today, I am really proud of you.” His hand came to rest on my left cheek but his mischievous eyes were enough to tell me otherwise. He was amused.

“Sir…I can’t have a tattoo. It’s against my beliefs…I just can’t do this.” This got some lines on his face before he came quite close to my mouth.

“And, what about refusing the man who owns you? Don’t ruin my mood Julie because now I will give you your first tattoo with my own handwriting.” His hands came to hold me close to him while I was quick to get my left arm pressed between our bodies.

“Sir…I don’t want any tattoos. I hate them.” I said in a single breath.

“Oh my dear wife, believe me, that we need it.” He grazed his finger on my mouth before coming quite close over my face. “So, you know to whom you belong all the time before denying my touch…ever again.” His voice was very low while his mouth grazed over mine.

“Is this your revenge for yesterday? Sir, I don’t…I…” He makes it hard for me to speak as my lips grazed his.

“This body is mine. Imagine the fire you ignite in me when you refuse to give me what’s mine.” I helplessly looked into his eyes. Being his was hard, painful, and humiliating.

“Have you tried to see how I am living here? With a kind of you?” This only got me a very calm smile from his side.

“Trust me…I will free you sooner than you can imagine. It’s another thing that I will have my ways to bid you farewell.” That really surprised me. What did he mean with his ways?

“I…I can’t have tattoos please…they are gross.”

He could see how much hurt I was when he whispered in my ear. “Lie on your back this instant. You can either make it easy for you or hard…but in the end, I will do as I deem fit with this body Julie.”

His warm mouth on my ear made me recall all those times when he had held my body in whatever way he wanted. He pulled my dress down my figure before he carefully made me sit on the bed but I knew what was going to follow was far from gentle.

“You look breathtaking.” After one hour I was let go of the torturous needle. The pain was still there as he didn’t use any anaesthetics. He came to hold my face to make me look at him but seeing his victorious smile was the last thing I wanted to see right now. “Come on…look at this…you are the first woman I have tried this on. Come on…I am very excited.” I rubbed my tears away making him do the same for me.

“It’s all done, honey. Just look at this.” The way he said those words were making me even angrier at him. He held my hand to kiss the back of it making me pull my hand out of his hold. And, this act of mine sure did remove the smile from his face.

“It’s fine. Once you will see it..." He removed the hair from my face with his two fingers. "...You will know how to act.” He said before disappearing in the bathroom while I hiccupped as I straightened to look at what he has written. My mouth literally dropped at the statement that he had permanently marked only a little over my mound.