The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Vanessa

Holding my breath, I back away from the mirror, widening the distance between Carmella and me.

She takes off her shades with a sneer, mockingly shaking her head

"Took you long enough to figure out that it's me," she says.

The sight of her makes me so uneasy that my shoulders stiffen though I don't show it.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Have you been following me this whole time?" I ask.

"Don't be ridiculous." She rolls her eyes, placing a hand on her chest. "Why would I want to follow you?"

"You know the answer to that."

"I definitely wasn't following you, bitch. Don't forget where we are. It's a women's conference."

I scoff. "Then why are you dressed like someone else?"

"I just felt like having a change of style."

"Like I'm actually going to believe that."

"Fine." She drops the act, shooting me a glare. "I've been waiting for this moment." Her expression turns sinister as she starts coming towards me. "You have no idea how thrilling it is having you here and there's no one to come between us."

I look over at the door, about to scream for security.

"Don't even dare call for those idiots outside. They did an extremely terrible job at keeping me away from you, but hey, how could they have possibly known that I was the one who was coming into the ladies' room? Anyway, how does it feel fucking the man I love?"

I furrow my eyebrows at the question.

"Don't act so surprised. I know he's been fucking you. And you've been enjoying it, haven't you?"

She lowers her hand in the pocket of her black coat, my eyes widening a little as I don't know what to expect. My first instinct is to tackle her to the ground, but she pauses before she can take out whatever's inside.

"You know what? I was really going to do this, but not anymore," she says.

"What are you talking about?"

"That's not important because I have something even better." She crosses her arms, smirking at me. "This is going to fucking hurt."

Even though I'm glaring at her, the moment is unsettling as I don't know what to expect, especially when she snickers.

Dominic

Frank and I sit in my car, looking across the street as the actress counts the extra money she received.

"I still can't believe she took those three slaps from your mom," Frank says to me.

"I expected it. That's because I warned her and she was okay with it."

"How could she not be okay with it when she knew she was going to receive more money from you?"

I sigh. "There was a moment where it seemed like my parents and father-in-law would have simultaneous heart attacks while lashing out at her. I guess everyone's emotions were just running high. I'm just glad that everyone and everything is okay for now."

"And this is the part where you thank me again." He proudly fixes his necktie.

"And why should I thank you?"

"Come on. Without me, this wouldn't have happened."

"It was my idea in the first place but you know what? I'm glad I finally put you to good use."

"You're already making it obvious that you just wanted to use me."

"Why else do you think you and I are best friends?" I ask him.

He playfully smacks me on the shoulder and as we both chuckle, I take out my phone.

"What are you doing?" he asks. "Shouldn't you be driving right now so we can return to the office? Don't forget we still have some work to do before we get to Mike's party."

"This won't take long. I just want to send the video to Vanessa."

"Hmm...interesting."

His tone makes me look at him and I find him smiling with a suspicious expression.

"What is it?" I ask, no longer pressing my phone.

"Since when do you smile like that while talking about Vanessa?"

"Really?" I tilt my head with raised eyebrows.

He shakes his head. "The fact that you didn't realize it makes it even better. Go on, spit it out." He leans forward. "Does it now make you smile when you remember how she rejected you?" "Don't even go there." I glare at him, then smile a little. "We're past that now. In fact, I think things are better than ever."

"It sounds to me like you're okay with this."

"Of course I am." I nod confidently.

"Does that mean you two are getting closer?" He narrows his eyes.

"Don't say it like that, but if I'm being honest. I don't hate the way things are now."

"Well, it sounds strange saying this, but I'm glad you're becoming friends with your wife."

I chuckle, nodding in agreement with him. "You're right about that."

I look down at my phone again, sending Vanessa the video, then dialing her number but it doesn't even ring. Even after I try again, it's the same thing.

"I think I have an idea of what's going on," Frank says.

"What is it?"

"Vanessa's blocked you."

I smack him on the shoulder. "You're really a piece of shit."

"It takes one to know another. Don't you think so?" He mockingly tilts his head.

"Just fasten your seatbelt so we can go back to work."

Putting my phone aside, I begin to drive, assuming that Vanessa turned off her phone just so she could focus on the conference. It's only two hours of work and then I'll be on my way home. I'm certain that I'll

find her there.

I get home just a little late since I had a few more papers to work on with Frank. I can only hope that Vanessa is home and already in the shower.

Just as I walk in, I find her sitting on the living room couch, looking at the floor.

"Hey, it's already 6 p.m. Shouldn't you be getting ready?" I ask.

"Hey." Her voice is almost silent and lacks enthusiasm. She doesn't even look in my direction.

"So... everything's under control now. Did you see the video I sent you? My plan was perfect." I proudly rub the palms of my hands together.

"Great."

I furrow my eyebrows, this not being the reaction Kexpected because last night, she was so enthusiastic about this and even wished she could be there. She's the one who even suggested that I should take a video just so she doesn't miss out on anything, so what the hell is this?

"Is everything okay with you?" I ask, getting closer. She looks up at me with a glare that makes me freeze in place. "Did I miss something?"

"Carmella found a way to get past my bodyguards."

"What? Did she hurt you in any way?"

Just as I rush to her with concern, she gets up and moves away from me, standing on the other side. Even though her body language is a clear indication that she doesn't want me near her, I try to ignore it.

"What happened?" I ask.

As she looks at me, she chuckles, but it feels like she doesn't mean it. In fact, she seems hurt. What happened?