Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (free ebook novel TXT) 📗

For the support

I stared at the person who was the very reason that my life was not the way I wanted it to be. Heck! Nobody deserves to be trapped in the kind of mess I was right now if it wasn't for this person.

“Hello,” My voice came more in a curt.

“Is everything alright,  honey?” He asked making me look at him.

“Absolutely,” I replied while he got his wheelchair a little closer to me with his controller. “Well, yea…you two seem to be enjoying your life.” I could notice he had become weak. His voice had more slur than before.

“If you know around the place I will have to go,” I said and didn’t wait for his reply.  And, though it is so hard for me to look at this old person and stay rude to him. I couldn't forget what he did. He destroyed my whole life for me. I could see how Matteo will look in his old age just with a look at him.

The moment I went into the room he was already stepping out of the bathroom. He seemed anxious to get to his office after spending one whole day without having any control over his work.

“I will get it,” I said before getting his shirt and boxers as we both stood in the closet. I got his watch, coat, clippers and belt. “I will have two eggs in the breakfast…” Did he really asked me to do it for him? I wonder,

“Are you asking me to make…” I wanted to confirm but got his annoyed face looking back at me.

“Who else is standing here? You are not good in bed. If you are good at cooking at least do it for me! For these fancy clothes…for putting a roof over your head…” His voice was enough to make my mouth bitter. I would have jumped if I wasn't already much alert in his presence.

"Leave..." He yelled. I wonder if he was pissed at Mr Lucca.

“…and, tell Peter to see me in my study if he is already waiting down.” I heard him before I get to the door.

Getting into the kitchen I found someone sweeping the floor while his chef was busy making the breakfast.

“Is everything ready?” I asked making him look at him suspiciously. I knew he didn’t like me. Everyone in this household by now knew I don’t really have a status.

“Starting…but it will only be five minutes Mrs Lucca. I have my base covered.” He replied making me say,

“I will set it…” And, then knowing he won’t back off I added, “…he has asked me to.” This did the trick.

I prepared two eggs for him and brew his coffee. I was setting the table when I found him coming down with Peter walking beside him. He didn’t have his glasses on. I could tell he was still pissed and not at all collected. And, it was enough to make me realize that without my knowing I was getting used to him. Well, for now, it was necessary. I held my hand on my belly. I wish when the moment comes he let my baby live without any fight. Or...I don't know what I will 

He was already done with his breakfast when we two find Sasha coming in. She was donning an exquisite dress. “I want to ask something. Is this a good time?” Of course, I wasn’t the only one who knew when he is pissed.

“Speak,” He said looking up indifferently but his eyes were focused on her body the moment he looked at her dressing.

“I had this…my favourite designer but I couldn’t get in contact with him because his assistant says he is busy…”

“Peter…” Matteo said who nodded his head before looking at Sasha.

“You can give me the details,” Peter said making Sasha smile. She came forward when he got up from his place and Matteo too didn’t waste a minute to walk to her and get his hand on her butt as they both left. No, I wasn’t jealous. I had already known this person has zero respect for our marriage. Forget this he doesn't even think of other people as human.

I got a long bath when he left. Sitting in my bathtub I couldn’t help but think about how I could want these surroundings for my innocent baby. I inhaled deeply recalling how saving his life should be a more important task for me.

I recalled how he outburst without any reason or yells at me for trivial matters. I wonder what I lack in bed when I try my best to participate with him. I don't know how long my brain can work with him.

But you have to be strong Julie. You have to be strong enough for your baby. I inhaled sharply the moment I heard someone knocking on the door. I got my bathrobe on getting to the door and answered, “Who is there?”

“Mr Lucca has asked for you. Senior…” I heard the voice and it was enough to make me bitter. I swallowed hard before replying, “Tell him to wait for a little,” I got into the closet and tried my most modest dress that too was backless but had the full length in front at least.

He was waiting for me on the big terrace. It indeed had a splendid view of the lawn. I stared at his back for a few minutes before getting to him. “You asked for me.”

“Tell me why there are other women still roaming.” And, the moment his slurred speech registered. it was like a snap.

“Come again?...” The harshness of my tone made him turn his wheelchair around.

“...He is your son. And, you of all the people know what he is? And, if you don’t...I know. I am nothing more than any piece of article here. And, given his criminal record, I am lucky to be alive. Thank you so much for finding a husband like him…”

“Yes…I wanted a wife for him. This…this indifference of yours is the reason that your married life isn’t what you wanted?” My mouth fell.

“What?...”

Is this person blaming me? How? How can he do this? He of all the people should know what he had done to me.

“He is a thirty-one-year-old man. Teaching him how to be a human wasn’t my responsibility. My kids will be my responsibility.”

“…Are you two planning family?” He was quick to cut me off. And, that made me recall what I just said. I took a few seconds to form the reply before I tried to state.

“About that…I am told that…” Before I could complete any word he told me.

“It’s not important. Give him a family. Be a good wife…be enough for him so he got rid of other women…Or you want to bring your kids in this chaotic household.” In which era he lived I wonder.

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