The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Aileen

After seeing the Richards' residence just from outside, the last thing on my mind is relaxing and with Liam holding my hand and leading me inside the mansion, my nerves only get worse as I look around at his family home. I can't help but feel a wave of intimidation wash

over me as I look up at the towering ceilings and crystal chandeliers.

Just so I don't make it too obvious to the staff lined up, I lower my gaze but the gleaming marble floors equally grab my attention.

It's only when Liam squeezes my hand that I compose myself.

"You'll be fine." He gives me a reassuring smile.

After a long passage, there they are, Mr and Mrs Richards and the sight of them makes me swallow hard. Even from a distance, their faces are polite but formal.

Liam's father's tall and imposing figure makes me steal quick glances at his tailor made and his black shoes are so polished that they gleam like the marble floor he's standing on.

His mother, on the other hand, looks like she's just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Her hair is styled in a sleek, elegant bob and her designer gown shimmers like diamonds in the light.

The closer I get to them, the more I begin to realize they're not just watching me, but observing me and constantly looking at me from head to toe.

I clutch Liam's hand tightly, reminding myself why I agreed to this - I actually began to like him when he showed me his true personality.

Now close enough, I can't take my eyes off of Mrs Richards. She has a diamond necklace around her neck and I recognize it. It's still considered the most expensive diamond necklace in the entire world. From what I know, she never wears it unless on very special occasions, so why now? I tell myself that this must be a very special occasion for her.

While the thought of it warms my heart, I notice her eyes sparkle with a hint of curiosity and...disdain? I don't even have time to think about it further as Liam finally speaks.

"Mom, dad, this is Aileen, my girlfriend."

"Aileen," her voice is like honey, but with a subtle undertone of condescension. "It's so...enlightening to finally meet you."

I smile back, trying to hide my intimidation especially when I glance at Mr Richards.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Mr and Mrs Richards."

"Likewise," he says, his voice deep and commanding, but with a hint of coolness. "Although, I must say, we've heard so much about you. It's almost as if we already know you."

making me feel a surge of unease as I know how this might go, but this isn't the part where I back down. Firmly holding Liam's hand, I

seems to understand the meaning of my body language and her smile never wavers, but her eyes

into the living room, shall we? I'm

at Liam, wishing I could ask him why I feel so unwelcome despite the smiles on his parents' faces. But the reassuring smile on

his older sister Charlotte, his Uncle Jake and Aunt Sophie, all elegantly dressed. I look over at him and he

smile, I can't help

you would be here." Liam forces a chuckle

something like this when Vanessa invited us?" Uncle Jake chuckles, looking

so much about you," Sophie

heard so much

course you have. I mean...why wouldn't

I, it's clear that they all feel the same way about me. I just want to storm out, but another part of me wants to stick around. Liam also doesn't seem to let go of my hand. This isn't how I thought things would be over here. Sitting beside

Mrs Richards says, crossing her legs. "I heard you have

"That's right."

no luck in finding

sigh. "No luck at all, but we

relationship with your adoptive

honest, it's absolutely

you don't have family close, what do you

"Mom-"

we're all curious," she cuts

my feelings and it makes me

starting from scratch again with a different outlook on

nods, her eyes narrowed. "I see. Which

with frustration. "Mom, I already told you all

it from Aileen, so

haven't gone that far in my

"And why's that?"

have the financial support necessary for

financial support, especially for bright students, could it be that you're not

my cheek, I gently squeeze Liam's hand,

the brightest students.