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.

I can’t wait to see her. I wonder what toys to get for her.

project that I started when just turned eighteen and no matter what happens,

checking the other emails on the other children not doing oo well and what their needs are, I reply

way past working hours, but for the children’s hospital, it’s different. I’ll

celebrate the peace I feel right now, I head to the mini bar and pour myself a drink, my thoughts shifting back to Vanessa crying over

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Chapter 3

Vanessa

isn’t how I expected my night to turn out. The spot where I lay my head

fine when I fell asleep 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 aim to soak the entire sheets

which tremble and match my quivering

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

role.

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 this house, it’s the same as

night I’ve had so

heart just doesn’t fade so I sit up and rest my head on top of my

I give it time, telling myself that it’s

a few times, getting back in bed

soon as I 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 way

takes a while but finally,

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

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

blinds of my bedroom are still closed but there are a few sun rays beaming through

me a few more minutes to gather my thoughts so I close my eyes and just then, I hear the waves outside and that prompts me

the spot where I lay my head and it’s stained in my tears. I don’t

place my hands on the sides of the bathroom sink countertop, I can’t stop looking at my face in the mirror in front of me. My dark

bend over to wash my face a 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 expression