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

“You…you can make it a lot easier if you try…” She said and I huffed before giving her a raised brow. I wanted her to leave but she got this as a signal to continue.

“Try to…please your husband. It is never hard…when you are a woman.”

How I was supposed to tell this woman that I don’t and after the last night can never accept Matteo as my husband.

“I want to be alone,” I asked her to leave. If she was working for Matteo I expect her to follow my orders too.

“I have an order from Matteo to teach you…” This got my brows furrowed.

“Excuse me?” The surprise in my voice was real.

“You accept him or not…he would or want to take every advantage of you being his wife…and, he has asked me to make sure that you don’t spoil his mood.” This got my mouth wide open.

“You must have your breakfast. I will soon send someone to get you ready…and I am…doing my business. So, I apologize to you in advance Mrs. Lucca but I can’t follow any of your orders that defy Mr. Lucca’s” Her smile somehow told me that she was enjoying my state. She left and I, once again fell deep in my thoughts thinking what Mr. Lucca meant. What did he want from me? Because there was one thing for sure…no one could live with his son. And, he was surely aware of the fact or he would have not required finding a bride for his son. I held a glass of juice to my mouth while the scenario of what will happen once he is back didn’t leave my mind.

As Sasha warned me two women came after a while and though I tried to tell how I don’t want my hair straightened, Sasha’s one signal was enough for them to get ready.

“Matteo isn’t a huge fan of curly hair…and…I guess it doesn’t matter what we like when we are to please someone else…” I held the arm of the woman standing beside me before telling Sasha. “If he doesn’t want curly hair…he better leave me?”

“I am only doing my job, Mrs. Lucca. And, expect him to give me rewards for getting his wife ready. Can you please stop making my job this hard…and,…if you so want other people out of your affairs…you better seduce him enough and take care of these things yourself!”

Sitting between three women who were all so aware of how things were so messed up between me and my husband was another level of hell. I don’t know why I felt guilty without me having done anything. Or, maybe this was the fact. I didn’t do anything.

“I don’t know what you told him in the morning that got him violent…but avoid saying those words at any price…” She said while one of the women put nail paint on my fingers.

“…he loves to be respected. Keep your eyes lowered…and, remember…he doesn’t and will never…think of you as his equal…Matteo De Lucca thinks of women as an inferior citizen…it has nothing to do with you…so, please don’t get offended.”

This got me to look at Sasha’s reflection in the mirror who seemed busy reading a novel sitting on the bed. And, now it becomes clear. A person like this…had every reason to wed a woman who was kept in the dark. Why Mr. Lucca made sure that I never talk to him or see him was now becoming clear.

The other women got me a pair of heels so high that I had to struggle to get in them and stand.

“Whenever you are with him…you are responsible to keep his room tidy and help him take bath or get his clothes for him…he can make unusual requests and would get excited seeing you do it at once...if he gets any bad news while you are standing in his vicinity…you will do everything in your ability to make his tension lessen…he hates women only when they are in power. But if he finds you helpless…you will be treated well.”

I got my eyes narrowed looking at the dress. It was translucent, thin, and had a little shimmer. Sasha continued ignoring my tension as I looked at the dress.

“…And, lastly…when you don’t know what to do…just tell him you can’t do a thing without him…that you need him…or just touch him…I hope I am not required to explain…where to touch.” She lowered her eyes to look down and signaled the two women to leave and huffed crossing her arms over her chest.

“Mrs. Lucca…you should get back to your room and wait for him. And, if you don’t want another woman to tell you how to treat your husband…you better act wisely now...you see…” She came close to my face. “We are busy people and have things to do.” She left but this whole ordeal was so embarrassing.

Getting into the room got me to stare on the bed. His hands, his mouth, and his ragged breathing…everything was here. His lust, his urgency, and greed…could be felt without him being here. I shivered, recalling the way he would move over me. I sat on the bed recalling what just happened today.

The person I married was indeed mean, heartless, and now knowing that he is a misogynistic loser did make my heart shrink. I wasn’t here to change him…I knew it wasn’t in me. But I knew why I was here. I was here to smile and show the world that he was a good husband. And, can be a family man. This is the only reason that I could think of.

And, recalling Mr. Lucca’s scam I knew I couldn’t leave him anytime soon. Or, maybe his son took part in his game or why he didn’t try to talk to me or reach me before our wedding. I knew I couldn’t leave him anytime soon. But letting people know what happens here behind the closed doors was a whole another level of embarrassment.

I changed into the dress and sat on the chair and looked at the sky. Every passing second was making my heart race. I was trying to get myself ready to hear any of his taunts or demands but there was one thing for sure. I didn’t want anyone to know what happens here. I bit my lip harder wondering if I can do this.

Mr. Lucca's words rang. Take it as a job. Take it as a job. I got startled out of my reverie the moment I heard the door open and there he was standing and even a blind could see how pissed he seemed. I held my breath and didn't try to think much before getting to stand behind him. And, I wonder how many times or how long I would be required to stand here behind him...because thinking forever did make me shiver. And, the last thing I wanted to recall were the times when I used to dream of my forever.