The Billionaire's Wife

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with the snappy old Gabe, again. I get off his desk and

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a non challant tone but before I completely

ek using both of my hands, I kissed him a

most full name. Oh, well. I

's not like we marry because we really love each other. It was all just a partnership.

ppened a

I am worried sick of course, because he won't tell me the reason. I thought it was my mom or something that concerns my

the freakin

y that me and my husband met back at his father's office. We both have gone mad when

e to plan for a very grand celebration. The wedding was simple and closed from media. It happen inside a chapel in Italy with only our relatives and clos

s a breaking news! Two rival families jo

at kind o

me at least. Not to mention the week-long honeymoon vacation spent by only me in Miami. Only me, swimmi

have a chance on this marriage chang

r his birthday. If only I knew from the very start that

he had his first bite.I guess I'd never get the chance to

am now sitting on his lap, again. My hands are raking his hair as I moan. "E

e DID to me when his phone rang. "MIO DIO!"

ned themselves into a line. A slight frown developed

ch him as he talk on the phone. He was speaking in Italian so fl

s now is not a perfect time. I am surprise when he stood, endin

r, lost, a

m but he pulled away, raking his hands on his hair, "It's Papa.

trides are longer than mine, "Gabe!" We were out of the house n

move to open the car door. "Gabriel, " I latch myself on him like my

everything w

we could, but we ca

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on his office,

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ed heir, you cannot

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om a couple of months ago. I've never imagine that something like this will change e

at everythin

accept me. That we are going to have a chance in this relati

esn't care, nor would he even care. He's now back to being an insensitive jerk like he

at heartless fa

o come back, but I'm still hoping. I am waiting for him to fight and resurrect; give me his smiles, those smo

bout giving up. It had been five months now since he

me me

e when we already found who the killer is but as the days pass be, he choose to forget my p

xtinct in

de. He'll gave me that poker face again and let me suffer into oblivion. I don't understand why he blamed me for it. I di

and nights. Those memories we've had from t

omething he

e my way. I would do