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

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“For whom you have served another plate?” I raised a brow at my butler totally disappointed while the chef stood silently.

“I thought…”

“She is just my wife by title. She is supposed to be treated the same as others. Call Sasha…” I started having my breakfast and was halfway through when I found Sasha coming. She bowed her head to me and waited.

“There is no need to treat her differently. She might be Mrs. Lucca but have no status to be called such. She might be beautiful but unlike seven of you, she is not even my choice. So,…” I paused before signaling her to come close. “…she would stay in my harem.” I held Sasha’s hand before guiding her to my lap. “…A lot has already been spent on her…but you Sasha…make sure that she doesn’t make a mistake and get my mood off. I don’t have any time to deal with any of you acting up…you got it?” I asked to which she passed me a smile.

“Can I say something?” She started and I agreed. “Yes?”

“We are so happy by your side. And,…we love this lifestyle too. We love to be controlled. but…I don’t think she signed up thinking she will be…”

“It doesn’t matter." I cut her off. "...She has taken a hefty amount to be here. Anything else?”

“Even if you plan to make her your slave…It can’t be the same as us…she has the title…And, I am afraid that I can’t…”

“It doesn’t matter! Are you implying that you know better than me?” I asked to which she hurriedly shook her head.

“But I think you did…” I whispered in her ear. “…Are you ready for the consequences?” I saw her eyes shining as she inhaled deeply. “Yes, Sir!”

It lightened my mood. I think now I was ready to get into my office. Peter appeared in the foyer as now was the time his duty hours starts with me if no emergency appears.

“Good morning, Mr. Lucca. I have good news.” He started but I smiled before staring at him.

“I don’t care…I have news too. I met a twenty-three-year-old virgin woman.”

“Is she?...” I heard him as I walked to the car.

“I don’t want to talk about it…I have fucked a virgin without my knowing…and I didn’t know that.”

“There is always a first time…about the good news?”

“Right now, my mood is good. I will ask about it when I am not having a great time.” I said as I stop him from continuing.

“As you wish, Mr. Lucca…You seem very happy.”

“I…have a blooming business to attend to…have bought new properties last month…and now own my favorite airline. Why I wouldn’t be happy?”

“Oh…of course,” He passed me his big smile before I started asking him questions and checked emails sent to me. I went straight to the VIP elevator ignoring who was standing up or stopping to give me their greetings. My lift stopped at the top floor and then it struck my mind to what he suggested.

“Do you think fucking a virgin is a reason to be happy? Why do you think a woman this inexperienced can make me happy? Let me tell you. She was a disappointment.” I wondered but found him puzzled before he managed.

“You mentioned it…it means…”

“I mentioned it as one mention weather. How much you think the weather means?” I asked ignoring the three assistants outside as I got into my office.

“To us…a lot. It affects our shipping.”

“Fuck you! Peter…now I want that good news.” He gulped as I took my seat but I got a call from my uncle. More precisely Mrs. Lucca’s brother…Mr. Bianchi.

“Hello,” I started,

“I wanted to congratulate you to be the richest man in Europe today. It seems you got the lucky lady.” I leaned in my seat as I let his taunt sink.

“You know…I was disappointed not finding you at my wedding…” I tried to turn the table.

“I couldn’t see my nephew holding the hand of a maid…It’s a shame that no newspaper is publishing about your wedding but…don’t worry son…they are still publishing about your status…and that’s important too…” Silence followed his hissing. “How could your father do this to you, Matteo?... How could you let this happen to you? We don’t even let a low race mare mate our horses and you…our son…”

“That wasn’t my father. I wanted that woman. And, relax…I haven’t chosen her for my successor. And, the last I recall, my family really cares about the lineage. My father didn’t even settle for your sister to have his heir. I am…his son…” I knew my statement has hurt his ego because he was quick to add. “You can’t fucking compare my sister to that maid…Are you realizing what you have done? My sister and your father married for money. You have fucking gave a maid the same status as yours. She is your half…same as you…in everything...YOU FUCKING EARNED…This isn’t what my sister and I taught you, Matteo? I was heck waiting to hear about you and Ms. Russo and you fucking married a maid? A maid! Look, at the people swooning over Ms. Russo’s wedding. Something people will never do for you! And, you are and will be my sister’s son…as long as the world doesn’t know about it that I am sure you will be careful more than me!” He warned before cutting the call and I fucking hate my family. The knowledge that I am not Mrs. Lucca’s son was uncommon and it was supposed to be this way.

“Was the good news about me being the richest man in Europe?” I asked to which Peter smiled forwarding today’s paper in front of me. In the business section, it was given a good space. But on the same page, Ms. Russo was posing with a business mogul from South Africa. It was too easy to ignore the news of me being the richest man in Europe now. Because it wasn’t the first time when I was at this spot. Figures change…positions fluctuate but what Ms. Russo was flaunting was the dumb ass people call forever.

But it was the moment that I realized Mr. Bianci’s words on another level. Without my wish, I had to admit that she was my choice. I inhaled deeply and wondered what else I was supposed to say? With this, I couldn’t help but recall Sasha’s words. Was it true? Do I really can’t be done with her treating her the same as my other keeps.