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.

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

children’s hospital is a personal project that I started when just turned eighteen and no matter

oo well and what their needs are,

emails if the time isn’t approprite. Right now, it’s 3 a.m. and way past working hours, but for the children’s hospital, it’s different. I’ll always respond as soon as I see the emails.

pour myself a drink,

1/3

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Chapter 3

Vanessa

spot where I lay my head is getting soaked in my tears which won’t

I fell asleep and I was certain would have a good night, but I was wrong. It’s now 3 am and

more than 1 already have, I chatch my chest with both hands, which tremble and match my quivering lip. The emotional pain in

my mother, the kind I’ve had for so many years. The only difference is this time, it hurts

longing for her while thinking about the wedding. And my father’s message also might’ve played a

role.

even have him close to me right now. He embraces me at times when the same dream troubles me at night. I’m

sorrowful night I’ve had so far

I sit up and rest my head on top of my knees, dropping it to one side and rocking back and forth. Inist

its regular state, I give it time, telling myself that it’s alright, all this. while tears

my sorrow fades, I wipe away my tears and sniffle a few times, getting back in bed so I

hands together and tightly intertwine my fingers, begging the universe for me not to dream

takes a while but finally, I fall

morning and as I open my eyes, it takes a while for my vision to adjust. I’m then

white ceiling and while I blink. I feel the skin on the sides of my eyes and cheekbones tighter than usual. It’s because I didn’t wash my

bedroom are still closed but there are a few sun rays beaming through and hitting the

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

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 heading to the

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

myself out again, the only difference is I feel a little bit