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

Where is the Groom?

Julie's POV

“Are you mad too?” I looked at Sarah who asked me with her doe eyes.

“No, honey…come here,” I replied pulling her in while a lot of boxes were surrounding us telling me there was a lot left to do and there was only a week left until my wedding. And, that was making me skip my beats many times in a day. It was a miracle I wasn’t in the emergency. I know I have seen the person and there was nothing wrong with him. But…the only thing that made my hands cold was the fact that I have never seen him afterward. I sometimes tried to talk with Mr. Lucca but he always has something going on. And, no time felt like the right time.

“I like your dress.” Sarah kissed me while I smiled looking at her innocent gesture.

“Thank you…I liked that dress too…”

“Can I try?” I laughed before telling her, “What about tomorrow when we will finish all of this?” I replied making her run shouting, “I am going to be a bride…” while I huffed before getting to my room. My shoulders seem hard and there was a knot in my throat recalling how Anna and Rachael were acting. I knew I can’t do this and at times like this. I want only one person who could understand me. To whom I could share how tired this day was.

The tension in the house was thick enough. Anna was sure that I was planning this all along while Rachael was mad thinking it is immoral making it seem more immoral than I previously thought it was. Changing them apartment had taken more hair of mine than these last seven years of work and not to forget it was exactly I have thought about my big day to not be.

Resting my back in the bed I let all the frustration out. I don’t like being weak. It is the worst thing. I don’t recall if I have ever cried in the last many years. Not even the day when my father died. But…but the day I bawled like a little girl in front of an audience was still afresh in my mind. I laughed a little recalling the day. How stupid I was? I whispered recalling the day I gave up any hope of finding a family but deep down I hope for it not to be true.

I groaned before getting my cell phone and started reading the articles I have saved on my fiancé. And, half of the articles had been on his trading company or its achievements. I wonder what I was going to tell my kids…if that happened of course…I do want kids…yea…I know that but what if he doesn’t want. I stared at my beautifully cut diamond and whispered, “He looks like someone who would love kids.” I recalled him holding the little girl.

I wonder if there was a single bride in this whole world who doesn’t know what kind of place she is moving to after her wedding. I…I had this much right…but…but…I was literally selling myself for 1 million and doesn’t feel like asking. I mean…I didn’t even ask Mr. Lucca who his son was and now that I have seen that he is pretty much normal it felt wrong asking.

It says that he is among the twenty richest people in Europe. I zoomed on one of his pictures where he seemed to talk with a person. I have seen this jaw. It looks more delicious in person…I wonder if he is thinking about me…he should…why we won’t have each other’s numbers?…because…you are selling yourself…but he is not! Why can’t he contact me to tell me where we will be living?...or…if he wants to have kids or not!

The morning came and I made breakfast at home given Rachael required home-made food and we could no longer just order. I groaned holding my back and turn to see Anna coming. I knew she loved her new room. Mr. Lucca offered this home and I have made the papers in Rachael’s name so she doesn’t get any problem in the future.

“You don’t need to do this. I can do this for my mom.” I looked at my thirteen-year-old sister who was clearly pissed.

“You know you can talk to me. I will listen,”

“For starters…you have eyes bags, a tired face and really don’t look like who is going to get married. Are you doing it all to make yourself innocent or what?” I turned the stove off before staring at her.

“I am not pulling anything…” I started but was cut off with...

“Everything is perfect, Julie…why are you leaving? I…I never thought you will be this selfish?”

“Selfish?” I wasn’t surprised because this is what she has been telling me for two months.

“What else will explain you hiding this rich ass fiancé of yours from us? Or…or you were trapping him…”

“Anna!” I gasped but ignoring me she started taking out the dishes before she came at me again,

“Please, don’t do this…we have the store back…a home…we can return him the leftover money and…and you can at least delay your wedding if you love the guy SO MUCH…we need you!” She said the last part coming to me and I felt my restraints falling when I heard Rachael getting out of her room.

“Don’t do this Anna…” I looked at Rachael who came to me and I relaxed when she hugged me for the first time in the two months and I wondered what was changed. I held her for a few seconds before she whispered,

“I only wish you well on this new journey…will you show me your dress?” She asked me making me smile. A lot of tears were clogged in my throat and I could only nod.

Anna was still mad at breakfast and didn’t join us when I took the dress out to show it to Rachael. Sarah had already seen the dress a lot of times but she was still looking at the dress as if it was her first time.

“You will be the most beautiful bride…I know that,” Rachael said making me blush. The whole day was lighter and I hugged Rachael often.

“I am missing, dad,” I said making Rachael stiff. Maybe I should haven’t mentioned him. After me, they were going to miss dad even more. And, she won’t have anyone to talk to about dad.

At night, I was looking at his pictures again. Mr. Lucca had asked me to see him tomorrow as some important guests were coming again. It was almost the sixth time that he was having someone at his place and wanted me to introduce him to someone.

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