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.”

eyes were filled with anxious tears as she pleaded in a soft voice, “I’m scared. afraid they’ll make fun of

taken

stay where no one can see us, secretly, without

rubbed her hands together in supplication, “I don’t mind them laughing at me, but I don’t want them to laugh at you! Everyone who’s ever been with me has been

don’t want them to laugh at

Jareth’s pupils contracted violently!

her pale face, he felt his breath catch in his chest, his heart squeezed by

heart–wrenching pain washed over him and he suddenly

had ever bullied her, and even more hatred for himself, for not being able to be by

“Ah! Let me down.”

as she was suddenly swept off

“No.”

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

hotel, it

with

His new girlfriend? I’ve never

That’s Marilla Abernathy, the youngest heir to the

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

always buying headlines, claiming to be the most beautiful heiress in Elmsworth. She’s nothing compared

Jareth looks at is

seeing the situation growing chaotic, quickly rushed over with two bodyguards to

her blushing face

I’m here” Jareth whispered

“Okay”

one word response made him feel more than a

Jareth! is Ms. Marilla your

confirmed

with questions, excitement in

was a playboy, a womanizer. But he had never been

Jareth valued

halted, holding Marilla closer as he stared unblinkingly at the cameras. “Whether we’re dating or not is up to Ms. Marilla. She can choose not to be with

looked at each

was known for his domineering attitude. If he wanted something, he took

giving Marilla the utmost respect, even putting himself in a position he had never been in before, giving her the

couldn’t be