The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 5

Dominic

For a moment, I’m certain my ears are only deceiving me, so I get closer and rest the side of my face right against Vanessa’s bedroom door.

When I hear her loud and clear, my lips curve into a smirk of satisfaction. She’s definitely crying and it feels great to see her miserable. I guess I got back at her after all.

She must have come to my bedroom and heard Carmella moaning.

What a hypocrite. Acting like she didn’t want me yet hearing me in the other room hurt her that much.

I actually want to stand right here longer and listen to her drown in her misery while alone in that bed, but I decide to leave. I’ve heard more than enough to feel that I’ve settled a score with her.

She may not have worn the lingerie for me in preparation for our wedding night, but her being all alone finally got to her because she’ll never be Carmella,

As I walk away, I chuckle softly.

There’s been so many times when Vanessa acted like she was all that. It was because she knew I couldn’t get rid of her and needed her just to please my parents.

Now that she’s with me, this is just the beginning of her misery,

I wonder if I’ll

point out tomorrow that I heard her cry. Maybe I shouldn’t. It’ll be too humiliating but on second thought, that’s exactly what I want to do to her – give her nothing but humiliation whenever I feel like she deserves it

Now that my mood is elevated even more by my victory in this situation, I return to my room, quietly move around so I don’t wake up Carmella. But I soon remind myself she’s too exhausted to open her eyes.

After reaching for my phone. I come downstairs and sit by the fireplace.

As soon as I turn it on, it constantly buzzes with notifications and I know what they’re all about. This time, I pay no attention to them and only wish to see something specific.

While I type in the words Little Warriors, the name of my children’s hospital, I smile at the thought of the critical surgery

that was a success.

Once I’m able to filter out everything else and only view messages from the hospital. I click on the images sent to me of the liule girl.

machines post surgery and I can’t wait to see her. I wonder what toys

that I started when just turned eighteen and no matter what happens, it’s the one thing I’ll never give up on

other children not doing oo well and what their needs are, I reply to all of them

the time isn’t approprite. Right now, it’s 3 a.m. and way past working hours, but

peace I feel right now, I head to the mini bar and pour myself a drink, my thoughts shifting back to Vanessa crying over me not being with her,

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Chapter 3

Vanessa

my head is getting soaked in my tears which won’t stop

and I was certain would have a good night, but I was wrong. It’s now 3 am and I’m bawling my eyes out like I

have, I chatch my chest with both hands, which tremble and match my quivering

had a dream about my mother, the kind I’ve had for so many years. The only difference is this time, it hurts too much and

I kept longing for her while thinking about the wedding. And my father’s message

role.

me at times when the same dream troubles me at night. I’m far from

I’ve had

in my heart just doesn’t fade so I sit up and rest my head on top of my knees, dropping it to one side and rocking back and forth. Inist hope I’ll calm down

racing heart to return to its regular state, I give it time, telling myself that it’s alright, all this. while tears continue to stream down

my sorrow fades, I wipe away my tears and sniffle a few times, getting back in bed so I can go back to sleep.

soon as I close my eyes, I bring my hands together and tightly intertwine my fingers, begging the universe

but finally, I fall asleep.

a while for my vision to adjust. I’m then reminded of the reason

feel the skin on the

blinds of my bedroom are still closed but there are a few sun rays beaming through and hitting the surface of the white walls,

my thoughts so I close my eyes and just then, I hear the waves outside and that prompts me to get out of

I look back at the spot where I lay my head and it’s stained in my tears. I don’t want to dwell on it so I focus on

the sides of the bathroom sink countertop, I can’t stop looking at my face in the mirror

times and when I stand upright and check myself out again, the only difference is I feel a little bit more