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

“I…this one is very expensive Matteo. I will consider it mine…but you should keep it here. This way it will be safer.” I tried to reason as he walked to me and only stopped standing behind me. I pressed my mouth knowing he won’t listen.

“Let me see if your neck is worthy of this piece…” There was no mirror and I grazed my hand on the necklace before Matteo came to stand in front of me.

I stared into his eyes. He seemed amused. “I like it,”

“Yes,…it’s nice.” I looked at the jewel. With him…I knew I had to keep myself busy. Or I would let my worries float on my face.

“I am talking about your neck...and, tomorrow after your surgery…we will get you right according to my taste. I looked at him shocked. If it was the case I had to tell him before we could leave for the surgery.

The night passed. I tried my best to discuss how I am not ready for the surgery but my opinion didn’t have any authority. My only card was to tell him about the pregnancy. It was obvious that surgery couldn’t be carried out. I remember the doctor telling me that they can’t perform on a pregnant woman.

The morning arrived and I couldn’t help but stay tense. “What the hell are you doing?” He hissed the moment I got his tie knot wrong for the third time. I looked at him pleadingly.

“Don’t give me these eyes. You know…I want your obedience all the time. I am the man. And, I will have to have the last say.” He jerked my hand away from his knot and turned to look at the mirror to get his tie right.

“Get your shit together. I…” He turned to look right into my eyes before uttering.

“…won’t like to lose all of this progress between us.” He left and I wonder what he was talking about. It was all the same between us.

I walked beside him as we walked to our dining hall. My hands got sweaty. I looked around me. Two maids were working to get the cushions on the sofa right.

There are people Julie. You can’t do it in the room but you can do it here. You can…tell him before he will have to receive this information from the clinic.

“Call for my wife’s driver,” Matteo ordered Colombo and I took the seat. He picked up the newspaper and laughed. “You are on the cover. It’s from the gala. They can’t stop talking about it even after five days.” He smiled before taking a bite of his sandwich.

I inhaled sharply. I can do it. I will have to tell him before he gets to know about it from anyone else. I kept my hand on my belly. I...I promise,…nothing will happen to you.

One of the staff came to stand beside me and spread the butter on the toast for me. “You called for me,” David asked entering the dining hall and Matteo looked at him offended.

“Yes…but I will tell you what to do when I want to tell you what to do. Colombo…why the fuck he is not taught well.” Colombo passed a hard glare to David and I only got my hands cold. The words were at the tip of the tongue. Words that sure would destroy everything.

I looked at Matteo. He seemed pissed and shook his head in disbelief. “I wonder where Peter is. Why is he not here? Call him Colombo?”

Colombo left and he looked at me. “I won’t be there with you in the clinic. I hope you already knew that. Tell them…anything. Tell them I was busy with the charity. You will go with this…David. He…can assist you in the hospital if you are to stay in the clinic… ”

“Matteo…” I tried to speak but he was quick to cut.

“I am not finished. Can’t you do one thing right?...” He seemed pissed and all of my confidence went into the drain.

“…Your car will arrive by night…and, train this driver of yours. From the next time, he will be your responsibility. And, you…” He looked at David before adding,

“…You will serve her and follow her everywhere like a shadow. I will call you if she doesn’t pick up…and, I dare you to make any mistake. One mistake…and, you are out.” He added and threw the newspaper on the table before picking his specs.

My mouth was dry. Even the air around us was thick. I looked at his hands. He went for the juice, and I knew that his breakfast would be done in only a minute or two.

“You want to say something?” His deep voice was making it more difficult for me,
“Yes,” I managed but only find him continue eating. 
“I am…I am pregnant.” This got his attention finally. His eyes bore onto mine. I have imagined thousands of reactions he could offer me. But this one didn’t surprise me too. His solemn attitude was scaring me without any failure.