The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Even though Carmella's caught on to my act, I keep up the act and shrug. "What do you mean you're not stupid?"Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She gets off of me with a frustrated grunt and sits beside me while pushing her well styled hair back.

"You seriously don't love me anymore."

"I didn't say that." I sigh.

She sneers. "You didn't have to say it because it's not like it was before. I know it's because of that fucking bitch!"

"Hey, don't you dare bring Vanessa into this." I raise my finger at her. "Whatever it is you're thinking, you better forget about it."

She bursts into laughter, then suddenly straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. "Why would I go after that bitch when I can still have you all to myself? So what if you're not into me as much as you were before? Fuck it because you're still mine. And the day you decide that you no longer want it to be the case, that's when I'll take action."

Irritated, I hold onto her thighs, about to push her off. "Are you threatening me right now?"

She chuckles. "Of course not. I'm just reminding you. Now, where were we?"

She gently rubs my cock through the fabric again as she attempts to kiss me but I'm so frustrated that I look to the side.

"Not now." I pull her arms away from my neck.

"What the fuck is this, babe? You know what? That's it!" She stands right in front of me, poking out her hip with narrow eyes as she glares at me. "Apart from all the conditions that I mentioned so I don't open my mouth, I have one more condition for you. You better start acting like the man you've always been to me otherwise I'm going to fucking expose us!"

Not only doesn't it sound like she means it, I can also tell from her body language and right now, all I want to do is tell her how much I can't stand the sight of her, but I choose not to do it.

Despite her demands for me to touch her, I get up to head upstairs, but she grabs onto my wrist.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I clench my jaw so I don't lash out. "I'm going to the bedroom."

"Do you know why I didn't ask for money among my conditions?" She gently runs her hand down my chest. "It's because I already have so much of it from all you've ever spent on me. Don't you see that all I want is you? And I don't just mean you fucking me. I want the man who's always wanted me. Now, how about you start acting like you fucking-"

"Enough!"

She flinches a little at the tone of my voice and drops her hand, but soon shakes her head and walks past me to head upstairs.

"You're about to fucking regret this!" she warns me.

Wondering what she's up to, I follow her and as soon as I get to the bedroom, she's already on her computer, typing an email to the gossip site and I panic, but I'm more fed up with having to be here. "Are you seriously doing this?" I ask, standing right behind the chair.

"Watch me."

It seems that she means it right now and I can't let her do it but at the same time, I refuse to bend to her desires, so even though I'm bluffing, I decide to give it a shot.

Placing my hands on the sides of the chair, I lean forward as I say, "Do it and I walk out that door. I'll completely get rid of you from my life and I'll take the security outside with me."

She suddenly stops and a few seconds later, clicks off the tab, lowering her head while breathing heavily.

"That's what I thought." I smirk.

Just as I let go of the chair and straighten up, I remember something else.

"Why did you take those pictures and send them to Vanessa when you promised to stay away from her? What you and I have going on has nothing to do with her."

"It definitely does!" She jerks her head in my direction before rising from her seat.

"I'm going to warn you one last time." I pause as I approach her and tower over her. "The last thing I want is for Vanessa to be under any type of stress now that she's pregnant, so stay the fuck away from her." "Isn't it crazy how the tables have turned?" She shakes her head. "You now defend and protect that bitch like crazy!"

"Make that the last time you ever call her word that. Just stay away from my wife."

She raises her eyebrows as she places a hand on her chest in shock. "Did you just say that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"She's always been your fucking wife and now she's just your wife?"

I pause for a moment, realizing I actually said that. Then, I firmly nod and say, "Yes, she's my wife."

She parts her lips to speak but words escape her. Instead, her eyes shimmer with tears and I can't tell if she's about to cry for real or just to get my attention.

Before the tears can even run down her cheeks, my father-in-law calls.

"You better keep your mouth shut," I warn her.

"Or what?" Her voice trembles as tears finally run down her cheeks.

The last thing I want is for him to find out that I'm with another woman, so because I don't Carmella's, I head to the bathroom, then pick up the call.

"Good evening. I was just about to call you," I say to him with a smile.

"Then I guess I beat you to it," he says from the other end of the line. "Vanessa tells me you're coming along?"

"Of course. I need to be close to her. Actually..." I trail off and get lost in thought, then say, "I want to be close to her."

"That's wonderful! We were actually supposed to go in a few days, but it will be in two weeks. There's just one more business proposal I'm working on."

As he goes on to talk about it, my heart breaks a little once again. He's doing all this for her when he leaves it all behind but at the same time, it's just so he can get his mind off of what's coming and I still wish I could do something for him.

After the call, I come out of the bathroom and Carmella's in tears, her mascara smeared under her eyes.

As soon as she sniffles, she says, "How is it fair that I get no fucking sympathy and you give it all to someone who's a walking corpse?"

Though her words are infuriating, I'm only able to say one thing to her.

"This is exactly why things aren't as they were before."

My direct admission to how I don't feel the way I used to feel about her makes her teary eyes widen in shock and she instantly goes on a long rant but right now, I don't give a fuck. Her rant never seems to end and she bursts into tears again more than before. This time, I can tell that she's hurt as she sits down on the floor and I shake my head at how she plays victim after what she just said about my father-in-law.

Just so she stops crying, I get her off the floor and hold her in my arms on the bed as we lay on our sides. Though don't mean to, I find myself thinking about Vanessa and the times I did this for her. She was deeply hurting, unlike Carmella, who just didn't get things to go her way.

She suddenly calms down and I soon realize it must've been an act.

Since she's still in her sexy lingerie, she keeps poking my crotch with her ass, teasing me to fuck her, but I don't want to do it.

Finally, she gives up and drifts off to sleep and I take off my suit to only sleep in my boxers and vest.

Looking at how it all played out, I go to sleep with a smile as I now know what she's scared of.

Morning comes and I sit up so I can get out of bed before she wakes up.

Even though I should do it right

away, it takes me a while as the first

thing I think about is how I

addressed Vanessa as my wife. For

the longest time, she was my fucking wife, but that was when ì couldn't stand her being the one my parents preferred over Carmella. The thought of how I addressed her that way without realizing it makes me smile a little.

Suddenly, Carmella groans and my smile fades while I look over at her as she stretches herself. She's still in her sexy lingerie and it's only now that I realize what happened. This is the first time ever that I've been in the same bed as her and didn't have the desire to fuck her.

Just as she reaches for the sheets on my lower half so she can move closer and straddle me, I get out of bed but she holds onto my wrist so she can pull me back.

I still pull away with irritation, just wanting to get ready so I can leave.

"I can't believe that even on this new day, you're still being an asshole." She huffs

I ignore her, proceeding to pick up my shoes, socks and clothes, which are in different parts of the room. I can only imagine Vanessa seeing this right now. She wouldn't be pleased.

"Fine! Keep treating me like a piece of shit but you know what? I didn't just take those pictures so I could send them to that thing you left at home." She chuckles in a sinister way. "It's also solid evidence of our secret relationship right now."