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

“I…”

“Stay quiet at once woman!" I jumped at his tone but he stared out of the window.

The car was pulled not long from a jet. And, before he could get out I added hurriedly, “I want to talk to Mr. Lucca.” This did make him still for a moment but he got out of the car without sparing me a single glance.

A woman in the white dress was waiting at the end of the ramp stairs with a man who seemed quite uptight. I got out without my groom holding the door for me. I could already see him getting into the plane. I felt thankful for my dress not to be too long. I wonder if I wanted to get on the plane.

Don’t cause the drama here, Julie. He doesn’t seem much interested in this wedding. You will soon find yourself out of this. And, though my heart squeezed I knew I wasn’t overthinking. He has done every possible thing to make me realize that it won’t last.

The woman in the white dress and the man soon followed my husband too leaving only me and the driver of the car who was holding the door for me.

I take the stairs and turned back to look at nothing in particular. And, this is when I realized I had no one here. No matter how many sleepless nights or effort I put, there was no one here. I took a deep breath before getting in and found some flowers being given to me by the air hostess.

“Congratulations,” I looked at the brunette woman who welcomed me. The only person who was welcoming me but I was too tired to reciprocate her gesture. I removed my veil and forward it. “Can you take this?” I asked to which she complied with a smile.

I turn to find four big seats and three were already taken leaving me with no choice but to walk to where Matteo was. I looked at my reflection in the mirror ahead. A little flower peeking from the corner of my side hair bun was mocking me.

I looked at Matteo in the reflection who was sitting with his one foot resting on his knee and had his head tilted in the window while a glass of Champaign was resting in his hand.

The hostess asked to fasten the seat belts and I complied before taking a deep breath. The plane started moving and made me curl my feet. It wasn’t my first time boarding the plane but last time I was with my father. The person I wonder I was disappointed or indebted to. But those were good times. At least, I thought those were great times.

I looked away to find the woman throwing the daggers at me with her gaze while the person beside her was busy reading a magazine.

I held my seat and took little deep breaths without caring what others would think. I only realized I had my head low and eyes closed when the announcement was made for us to relax.

I opened my eyes to find Matteo staring out of the window the same way I last noticed him and only the woman staring at me before still had her eyes on me.

I leaned in my chair and started looking at Matteo in the mirror while all the articles I had read of him didn’t seem to know anything about this person who is known as a philanthropist.

You have no right to judge him, Julie. He might be a generous man but only regretting finding a dad like Mr. Lucca.

But he was surely immature, and ill-mannered considering the way he talked to me without learning the whole truth.

But he might don’t trust you and think you are some gold digger? I wonder,

Julie…it doesn’t give him any right to talk to you like this. Nothing gives him this right. Not even you. You will never let this man run all over you. I inhaled when I found his eyes getting me in the reflection. I looked away but found his hand resting on my hand.

“You are soft. I want to know how you would feel under me.” He whispered in my ear and took my hand to his mouth.

How? I wonder. This person didn’t want me, right? I wanted to say something but then I recalled how he hates anyone talking back to him. So, I did what I was supposed to do. I got my hand back with a jerk and looked away. I heard him chuckle and not a second later I found him getting out of his place but what got my attention was how the woman sitting ahead of me followed him too. I looked back at them and though some instincts kicked in I held back and remained seated.

The person reading the magazine placed the magazine back on the rack and stood to follow the same route to where Matteo and that woman disappeared. I didn’t want to admit it but it got me a lot less worried than before. It seems they had some job or something. Or maybe they are friends? I try not to think a lot about it when the hostess from before came to ask me if I needed something. I declined her offer gently before getting out of my seat to take the one where Matteo was a moment ago. Ordering the food without the rest of them seemed rude.

I have been out of my state and had visited four states in general but never been out of the USA.

“Italy,” I whispered and imagined what this new place will be like.

He will get rid of you soon. Sooner than you think. A thought roamed while I recalled his words from earlier.

What if he tried on me again? I took a deep breath to relax my nerves. He doesn’t know you, Julie. You are not any light skirt woman who will give into something that doesn’t promise forever. My affection was supposed to be a gift to the man who will hold my hand forever. And, that doesn’t include a husband who talks like this.

But didn't you take the vow? The thought made the real knots in my belly. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to break this sacred promise. But I was too tired. I was too tired of winning love. Can't I expect this without me putting in a lot of effort? A tear made the brink of my eye full but I wiped it before it could get past.

I recalled the time when I walked to him at the altar? How are you ever supposed to forget a memory like this? The last many nights that I spent to Google for his new pictures mocked me making my throat stuff. The sacred promise made me think deep.