The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Dear Friends,

I would like to ask you a question - if you are given a choice 1. the story of the doctor (Mogul's intense adoration) or 2. a sequel of Loving her, which story would you like to read next? 

Remember you have to choose booknet allows me to publish only one story at a time. Which one would you like to read First and then second.

Friends, I want this answer from every one of you. Please do not evade this question because depending upon your replies I will start working on the novel you prefer.

If you wish to read one or two chapters of sequel I can also publish it for you and accordingly you can choose.

We have finished 3/4th of The Billionaire's secret love. So I need your replies immediately.

Chapter 33

Augustus

The moment I stopped her from going out of the house and exposed her with the bottle of sleeping pills, I saw an unshakable fear in her eyes. When I blackmailed her that I would destroy her father for her suiscidal attempt her demeanor unfurls to an incensed wight. She ran away from me like I was some kind of forbidden fruit. I could stand anything in my life but not hatred for me in her orbs. It desolated me to shreds. Using 'a father card' every time to get her to agree to me proved me less of a man but I had no other option. By whatever means I need to protect her before she could think of the unthinkable.

Five days later.....

It was finally the day of my marriage with the queen of my dreams. I couldn't sleep the whole night. The anticipation of seeing 'her' and make her mine forever was bringing heebie-jeebies in my system. Entire cells in my body were on riot unable to function engulfed in the moments of blissfulness. Last few days were nerve-racking to both of us but I am not going to brood over it. Like a passing cloud the bad phase in my life is going to culminate with her arrival. She is always lucky for me. The day I took over our family's business was on her birthday and since then I never looked back.

My eyes first fall on my mom. She was dressed in a turquoise color gown. Her aged countenance looked graceful with the brightness that reflected her face. She was smiling to me filled with happiness and contentment. My father who was sitting beside her whispered something in her ears and she cast a full blown smile looking at me with so much appreciation. I saw the happiness in my parent's faces that I cherished after a very long time. My sister was sitting next to my father. Her face was as radiant as a fresh lily dazzling in an ecstasy. She was waving to me holding a cute smile. Sitting beside her were Angelica's grand parents I just met. The old couple were very warm and welcoming. They invited me and Angelica to their home in California after marriage.  On the other side of the row was Sasha, Angelica's friend who just came back to join the guests after she helped Angelica dress as the most gorgeous woman in the world.

I then cast a glance at the various guests who came to grace us on this beautiful occasion and bless us during the long desired ceremony of our lives. The venue felt jubilant and delightful filled with conversations of mirth and glee between friends and relations. I look at my watch and as if on call the music started playing. I take a long quivery breath as the heads turn back watching the most beautiful pristine star ever fallen on earth walk down the grand foyer. My system seemed to have halted. The world seems to have stopped bringing the universe to a standstill as my eyes conclude on her.

She looked like a fallen angel while walking down the aisle. Her white wedding gown had transparent floral embroidery running from her neck to her hands. The sheer detail of flowers continued with a satin cloth underneath to her marvelous figure. Her hair was left lose in curls and she was carrying a bouquet of beautiful white roses. I exhale the air I kept holding back since the time I entered the church looking at her.

I was dressed in a black tuxedo with matching pants and a coat with a white shirt underneath. My hair was neatly jelled combed to perfection. I was standing beside the priest in the church waiting for 'her'. My friend Harry was my best man standing on the other side. He was trying to pull a conversation in order to rest me of my pensiveness.

Her dad was walking her to me whispering something into her ears. As soon as she reaches near me he puts her fragile shaking hand in mine and whispers. "Take care of my daughter young man."

"I will." I answer him with all determination in my voice and hold the hand of my 'wife to be' in firmness to bring her closer to me. Looking down at her, my eyes discern her inviting features that were made only for me and a sense of pride envisages. Today I am going to tell the world that she is mine and stamp her mine permanently.

Her sweet feminine scent filled my nostrils which eases my fidgety nerves. I look down at her long slender fingers which casually brush mine bringing in feelings of exultance and an awakening of intimating thoughts.

The ceremony began and my heart skipped a beat. Her dad nods his head to me with a smile and seats himself beside my parents who were sitting in the first row of the guests. The priest initiates the process and my heart dances in joy as I begin to say the vows I have waited to say for more than a decade.

I Augustus Martin take you Angelica Evans

To be my wife

To have and to hold

From this day forward

For better, for worse,

For richer, for poorer,

In sickness and in health

To love and to cherish,

Till death do us apart,

According to God's holy law;

And this is my solemn vow.

Angelica repeats after me. Everything around me felt like a blur as if all this was a dream. The smile on my face doesn't seems to stop as I was beaming to the guests like a halfwit idiot. The priest holds a pair of rings forward looking at me with an understanding smile.