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

Matteo's POV

I stared at her very unusual expression. She buttoned up my shirt standing only in her panties. I liked seeing her like this, her trembling hands and blinking eyes. What I always found was her red cheeks but today was different. Her eyes were not blinking or her hands were not trembling. She turned to hold my suit jacket while I couldn’t help but turn to look right into her eyes all the while getting my jacket from her hands.

I took a step towards her and held her chin. She sure was thinking something. My instincts told me she was up to something. What if she is becoming suicidal? But why should I care? Besides her perfect curves and body, she doesn’t have a personality, to begin with. Somewhere I knew I won’t even miss her once she is gone.

I looked at her body one more time and knew I was ready to plan her farewell. I know I have to do her but since the day of my meeting with Morris, I haven’t planned how to execute her farewell. I held her to feel the sweet vibe she always exudes and lowered to kiss her mouth. Only if you know you won’t be here in two weeks. I pulled away to look in her eyes that she didn’t lower today. I like it. I continued looking into her eyes. I wonder what she was planning behind her beautiful eyes. But bring it to on, love.

I tapped her cheeks and left. We both knew she can’t win and that was the reason that my smile was intact the whole morning until I found Peter coming in to say, “Your uncle is here to see you,”

“Let him in,” I huffed and lean into my chair. Only a few seconds later my uncle came. He had a welcoming smile on his face that tells me he was here for some favour.

“I thought to drop by,” He said coming in and took the chair.

“Well, what is it about?” I asked making him chuckle.

“It’s about Olivia Campbell. I heard she is coming to your Gala.” He said making a fire spark. He knew how much I hated her. Olivia, her cousin Sofia, all of these women working to empower women when there was no such thing. Women are meant to be ruled. I have handled many to know. They literally wanted to be kept.

“And, how it interests you?” I lighted a cigarette.  I was sure my uncle hates such women too who are good for nothing but only spend it on donation to stay in the news. 

“I am planning to marry her.” That made my brows shot.   

Even thinking about the world’s richest widow kissing my uncle in a wedding dress I couldn’t stop my laugh. To my surprise, he seemed calm.

“Why?...Olivia? Olivia Campbell? The world’s richest widow?” I said and he chuckled.

“I think it didn’t reach you.” He said making my eyes narrowed. “… She is not the world's richest widow now. She is ranked the third number now. She donated 24 Billion dollars to…educate girls.”  

“Fuck! Why?” I don’t know why I was shocked. I know that it wasn’t my money but what a waste.

“It was her daughter’s birthday yesterday. She…turned twenty-four.”

“Fuck! I am telling you. Her daughter is sucking someone’s dick right now…unknown to this fact that her mother is flooding the whole world with her cash.

“She is going to be my stepdaughter.” I stared at my uncle.  The one who always taught me not to fell for any woman but I was sure it wasn’t for the love interest.

“So, I won’t ask you why but why I should help you? If you ask me, I don’t want to see her as a family.”

“Her daughter is nowhere. I don’t have kids. To whom you think our property will be going?”

 Wow, now it interests me. But hold on. “I still want to beware you. She might donate 25 billion dollars next year.” I snorted.

“Oh, that will be a pleasure.” And, that kind of jolted me. I didn’t have a smile on my face. I didn’t know this man anymore if anything I guess he has lost his mind.  I tried to give him a humble smile before managing.

“Well, I think you will only get out of your obsession when you are penniless.”

“You won’t get it Matteo… but I am the man who knows how to make my money,” I swear one more word from him and I will go nuts.

“I think you need a good fuck. Why we don’t call an agency and hire a forty-six-year-old woman to get you off.” This is the least I could do for the man who was my uncle in the world’s eyes.

 “Look, Matteo De Lucca, you are not my sister’s biological son but this whole world knows that I have only one relative that is you. And, even you are not my blood. You won’t get it until you are sitting on this side of the table.”

I don’t know why but he has started sounding like my father. I could see it was his middle-age crisis. He totally needs to see a therapist. But I haven’t done anything to take this from him. Even talking to him was a waste.

“Ok…so, what do you want from me?” I asked making him smile.

 “Olivia thinks quite highly of you. Well, not her mistake, so, you will be introducing me to her as your uncle.”

 My mouth got twisted as I stare at him for two long seconds. “If this is the case with you. I am sure this gala is going to flood with men like you.”

“It just makes things more exciting.”

I stared at my uncle before whispering. “Fine,” I said knowing exactly she was going to brush off all these men. I haven’t met Olivia a lot of times. I was sixteen when I first met her at a charity event of course. I still remember my secretary telling me that she is a widow and mourning over her lost daughter. She was also the woman whose profile was reviewed for my father. I never took an interest in why she was not chosen by my father.

 I don’t know why but I had my mood low after my uncle. But I guess it is natural. The man hasn’t gone out with any woman for two years. But the attraction to Olivia I guess was temporary. Well, if her daughter was around I could have shown my interest. Grace Campbell, the lost daughter was the last heir of Campbell’s. It is not just money but status, genes and whatnot. The family was rich since forever. No history of poor struggling ancestors. But Olivia wasn’t much attached to her mother in law who too never abandoned the search for her granddaughter but lives in Britain.