Billionaire's fake wife with benefits.

e gown. She was looking extremely beautiful, her black hairs were open and curled from the tips, brown big eyes with big lashes from time to time looking at his face while her thin yet p

s is not new for him. He has three years experience with her late coming habit. And eve

d shift in his bungalow with him. The luggage of hers and other belonging was agreed to be shifted in the afternoon. Raven Carter, he first of all never knew he will come up with the idea of marrying her who he

ill definitely have a conversation about this late coming habit of yours. Now lets go in."… She stupefyingly upped her eyes,

e would do every t

his anger was on the highest level. It was just that he was not letting it out because they were no mo

't even realize which floor they were on. She absent mindedly followed him wherever he walked, "We are on the twenty nineth floor, going towards

round. "We are here."… Her eyes lit up listening to that. Finally, they halted at a closed door with a brown coloured nameplate hanging on it, she felt like puking on it. The person who was other side, she was damn sure has no taste at all. "I expect you to behave well in front of the advocate and the witnesses please. Don't just show who yo

you are my ex-girlfriend. Please act wisely, don't act like your usual self— in a childish way or like a stupid teenage. So, shall we go in."… Once

tely, he sensed that. She was that open book which he has read thousands of times and knew how to bring her back to life. Sighing tiringly, he pulled her close by sliding his hand down her waist.

ce. Once he was done with it, as he moved further for the knob and twisted, he gave her an assuring smile. And no sooner did the door wide open than K

will freak out, ye