The Billionaire's Contract Wife

pockets of his suit pants casually. His face breaks into

ou are,

ervous smile pasted on her face. Behind me, Camilla is perched on the stairs too, observing the

doing here....

I'm stupid. "I'm her

e home? That's a very r

aunt and she perks up with alert. "You and Ken live here

ng a bit too fast

o face me, a smile on hi

at the curtains intently. "Mr. De Luca..... I'm not coming to live with

and hard. "For the sake of everyone". Wow. So now he's threatening me with my family. I sco

gal". I say throu

The truth of the matter is we are married. No matter what I try to do, that fact alone bi

te here". He proceeds to settle into the nearest settee w

ritted, I make my way back up the stairs, Camilla fast beh

ly going to g

. "I have no

oceed but I raise a finger a

smile. "..... everything will be fine I p

hate seeing my baby sister worried. I do everything I do for her alone. She got to have our mother in her life for only the first 7 years, I'll forever try my best to fill up that space for her. Before this whole unexpected situat

oversize, hanging nearly mid thigh. My feet are only clad in my favourite pink socks and my face is sunken and tired. Never in a million years would I have imagined that I'd be going to my husband's house looking like this. I reach up and gather my dark hair into a messy bun at the

Mr. De Luca outside that door. Before I can call out anything more, the door swings open slowly and Aunt Ellie'

t she has the decency to look awkward. She turns to

ly as I finally secure my hair and rea

s...

"I'll call you later, Camilla". I say and turn around, making my way out the door and down the sta

and smoothens his suit. His eyes rake over me and land on

dly. "My things ar

t have to turn around to know that Camilla and Aunt Ellie are probably standing there. I don't bother turning or waving as I adjust my bag i

howing off wealth. I would never be able to afford that in 10 years. I follow him as he heads towards the car and as we approach, the doors open automatically, rising up gr

he turns on the ignition. Even the engine sound

have to, thank you. I'll go g

ll plastered smile on his face. "And I insist. Now...."

glare. "No. 24 Bamf

d out of th