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.”

tears as she pleaded in a soft voice,

taken aback, his eyes

stay where no one can see us, secretly, without

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

them

Jareth’s pupils contracted violently!

breath catch in his chest, his heart

of heart–wrenching pain washed over him and he

even more hatred for himself, for not being able to be by her side sooner, for not being

“Ah! Let me down.”

was suddenly

“No.”

of the hotel with Marilla in his arms, gritting his teeth. “I want to see, who dares to laugh at my woman. Whoever dares, I’ll make

the hotel, it was busting with

they saw Jareth emerge with a beautiful petite woman in his

Jareth? His new girlfriend? I’ve never seen

That’s Marilla Abernathy, the youngest heir

daughter who rarely made public appearances. So, it’s her? Wow, she really

was always buying headlines, claiming to be the most

any woman Jareth looks at is bound

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

buried her blushing face in Jareth’s black shirt to

be afraid, I’m here” Jareth whispered

“Okay”

made him feel more

is Ms. Marilla your new

Have you two confirmed your relationship? Are you

journalists bombarded them with questions,

Jareth was a playboy, a womanizer. But

exception! How much Jareth valued her was plain to

as he stared unblinkingly at the cameras. “Whether we’re dating or not is up

looked at

his domineering attitude. If he wanted

he was giving Marilla the utmost respect, even putting himself in a position he had never

couldn’t be more