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.

post surgery and I can’t wait to see

just turned eighteen and no matter what happens, it’s the one

not doing oo well and what

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

head to the mini bar and pour myself a drink, my thoughts shifting

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Chapter 3

Vanessa

The spot where I lay my head

It’s now 3 am and I’m bawling my eyes out like

which tremble and match my quivering lip. The emotional

only difference is this time, it hurts too

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

role.

to me right now. He embraces me at times when the same dream troubles me at night. I’m far from home, far from him and despite everyone present in

sorrowful night I’ve had so

sorrow 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 soon.

while for my 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

close my eyes, I bring my hands together and tightly intertwine my fingers, begging the universe for me not to dream about my mother the

takes a while but finally,

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

the discomfort in my eyes, I stare up at the beautiful 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 face after wiping my tears away before going back to

but there are a few sun rays beaming through and

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

my feet step on the plush carpet, 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

the bathroom sink countertop, I can’t stop looking at my face in the mirror in front of me. My dark circles are extremely

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