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

Behind the closed doors

Julie's POV

“I want to call Mr. Lucca. The senior one?” I requested the woman who was standing outside of the bathroom and provided me with the towels. Her uniform told me she was a worker here. But before she could react I saw the same woman who was accompanying my husband on our wedding day getting in.

“You can leave,” She told the staff.

“Mrs. Lucca, you can call me, Sasha. I have arranged the breakfast for you. I am sure you should be famished by now.” There was a playful smile on her mouth that I didn’t like right now. I was wearing a heavy brown colored robe and wanted clothes.

“I want a cell phone. I want to call Mr. Lucca…senior…Mr. Lucca.” The moment when he raised his fist couldn’t get away from my mind.

“Or…you can have breakfast…”

“I want to call Mr. Lucca first…I…”

“Isn’t he the reason that you are already here? But if you still want to see things you are welcome.” Her eyes told me as if she was enjoying my situation. But she took out a cell phone and passed me. I dialed for Mr. Lucca and didn’t have to wait long.

“Hello, Sasha,”

“This is me, Julie,” I said and Sasha passed me a smile before she left the room while I heard Mr. Lucca say. “How are you? My love? I am sending your things they left..."

“Why…why you didn’t tell me about your son,”

“What I didn’t tell about my son?... You even met him on your engagement day…is everything alright?”

“Nothing is…alright, Mr. Lucca. You know…you know what you have done to me…and, I don’t know why you did it with me or your son. Why did you make him marry me if he didn’t want to.” I was breathless and a lot of tears stuck in my throat.

“Did he say that he didn’t want to marry you?”

“No…but it’s obvious…”

“Stop overthinking like idiots…” Mr. Lucca hissed making me jump while I rub the sweat off my forehead.

“You can’t do this with me…I…I can’t live with him…I…”

“Do you remember what I told you on the very first day?” I inhaled deeply in frustration I don’t know what he told me the first day because he has told me many things so far.

“I told you that I am not a fan of splitting a family, Julie.”

Family? There was no family...to begin with. "...Once, you are Mrs. Lucca you will always be Mrs. Lucca…here, I am treating your family as our own. And, what are you doing with my son?”

“I am not doing anything with him…Mr. Lucca…I…I will return that money…” I didn't want to sound mean but I hope it could tell him how desperate I was here.

“…Oh really? How do you plan to return me fifty million dollars?”

“What fifty?...no,…I…” For a moment I could feel my heart stop working.

“If you break the contract it is the penalty you are willing to pay. And, why you wouldn’t do anything with my son?” He asked to which I found my voice lost.

“Mr. Lucca…you…I thought…” I was short for words.

“No, you tell me…what possibly can happen in a night?... I thought you were perfect for any job.”

“He…he…” I don’t know why I couldn’t tell that he was about to kill me. I still had my neck sore and his fingers printed against my neck.

“How can you do this with me? Why you didn’t tell me about this fifty million worth of penality? This is…this is cheating.”

“Don’t you think it was the right decision? I wonder who I chose for my son.”

“What?...” I was speechless.

“…He…he almost choked me…he is nothing like I imagined…and you never told me that I am supposed to follow him to Italy! I feel so bound being in a country I know nothing about. I don’t know anyone here…and…now...you...”

“It was never a love marriage rather a marriage of convenience. Did my son offer you any promise? You got into this on your own. And, about him choking you…one can do this...when you know they are excited.”

“Mr. Lucca?...” I was shocked at his choice of words.

“…I didn’t sign up to die. I…didn’t sign up…”

“The moment you married my son…you signed up for everything he was." He cut me off and continued,  "...You…yourself are making it difficult for you, Julie. I thought you called me to say you are grateful. But…I recommend you do some yoga to calm your nerves…I am sure that you need one to see how absurd you are sounding sharing your personal details with me.”

“What?...” The line got cut but I was desperate. “Mr. Lucca? Mr. Lucca?...Mr.…”

I couldn’t forget how murderous he looked in the morning. Never in my life was I this scared. But what options I had? I sat on the bed fisting the sheets while my breath hitched recalling his touch. I don’t know how to explain to anyone how he…he treated me last night. I couldn’t tell this to Mr. Lucca…and…I was sure I can’t tell this to anyone. And,…I feel even if I would tell anyone they won’t…they won’t see it as of a reason enough to leave my husband.

“May I come in?” I heard Sasha’s voice but didn’t reply. She didn’t wait and was standing in my room while two other women take in a trolley full of food. I was hungry but I was so mortified recalling how a woman found me in my room in the morning. Sasha was donning a beautiful green dress while the other two women were in a skin-colored uniform.

“These two women are my assistance. But…feel free to ask them anything until we arrange some assistance for you.” I looked at Sasha before asking, “Who are you?” I had to ask her. Why she was living here…who she was to Matteo?

“I work for Matteo…assist him in different tasks…” She signaled the other two women who left immediately.

“I knew it wasn’t any help talking to Mr. Lucca. I kind of like that man…but he can be really cunning and expect the other person to be always hard working…well, some of Matteo's traits are inherited from him too. But he is less of a drama…” I looked at her. I knew she knew nothing about my situation.

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