His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Jareth led Marilla by the hand, his grip warm and slightly damp, his gaze focused straight ahead.

Feeling her palm slick with nervous sweat, he couldn’t help but chuckle. It was a laugh that was seven parts indulgent, three parts teasing.

“Jareth, why aren’t we going to the underground parking lot?” Marilla asked, her voice tinged with panic as they neared the hotel lobby.

“My car’s parked at the front entrance. The parking lot is too out of the way.”

“But there are people outside, journalists”

Manila suddenly halted, her delicate shoulders shrinking as fear clouded her eyes. “With all those journalists out there, they might write all sorts of things.”

“Write what?”

Jareth noticed her thin clothing and quickly removed his red velvet blazer, draping it over her shoulders, and meticulously fastening the buttons for her To her, Jareth was like a fatherly boyfriend!

“If they want to write, let them write about my feelings for you.”

“Um, they might write that we’re in a relationship.” Marilla mumbled, her cheeks flushed bright red and her voice growing weaker with every word.

Like a soft feather, her words tickled his heart, sending shivers down his spine.

Jareth’s eyes slightly reddened as he swallowed hard, his large hand slowly rubbed up and down her back. “That’s great.”

“Huh?” Manilla’s doe eyes widened in surprise.

“Marilla, you’re my girl, only mine. Do you understand what that means?” Jareth asked, his eyes darkening as his large hand kneaded her waist. He loved touching the back of her neck, the soft hair, the warm skin, the delicate texture. Every inch was a temptation

Manilla seemed to understand but shook her head nonetheless

“It means that I don’t care what others say. I just want to be with you”

Manila gasped, her breath hitching as his intense gaze burned her

She also liked, very much liked being with Jareth.

Jareth gently pulled her closer, but she stiffened and didn’t move. He looked at her in confusion, “Marilla, what’s wrong?”

“Jareth, let’s take the back door.”

pleaded in

Jareth was taken aback, his eyes

can

but I don’t want them to laugh

want them to laugh

Jareth’s pupils contracted violently!

her pale face, he felt his breath catch in his

washed over him and he suddenly felt a surge of

more hatred for himself, for not being

“Ah! Let me down.”

as she was suddenly

“No.”

his arms, gritting his teeth. “I want to see, who dares to laugh at my woman.

hotel, it was busting with

Jareth emerge with a

Mr. Jareth? His new

Marilla Abernathy, the

had a low–profile daughter who rarely made public appearances. So, it’s

Abernathy was always buying headlines, claiming to be the most beautiful heiress in Elmsworth.

any woman Jareth looks at

with two bodyguards

her blushing face in

here” Jareth whispered into her

“Okay”

word response made him feel

Ms. Marilla your

confirmed

journalists bombarded them with questions, excitement in

in Elmsworth knew Jareth was a playboy, a womanizer. But he had never been seen

Jareth valued

not is up to Ms. Marilla. She can choose not to be with

at

his domineering attitude. If he wanted something, he took it, regardless

respect, even putting himself in a position he

couldn’t be more