PBS #2: The Billionaire's Wife

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reen shining on squinting eyes during the cold and hard night, it was as ro

ted with orchards around every last chair in each row and the

es for Luca to walk through the door but nothing, not a zilch. Looking for Luca around the room with the s

e, or my father asking when would the wedding begin and we would

the room and adjusted his glare directly at me, then at my father, I cou

old, trailing behind him from the right door so not much commotion would b

each of my shoulders, sympathetically."Antonio....."He began but his voice trailed off practically forcing a gulp down his body." son

a deep sigh. I was only twenty-eight, I had not live

es in exchange for my freedom and part of me wanted to do it for the sake of my parents and little sister unlike Luca I had

a hug as I smiled. Who would have thought me of all people would be marrying a woma

at thought all I was focused on was saving my little sister so I put on my big boy slacks and wa

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ith a doorway mirror on the side, I was waiting for them to

s. This caused me to think of the worst as I gazed closely at the detail in the skin-tight barely breathable dre

eant marrying a man I barely knew for my brother's lif

thoughts upon hearin

t everything especially when my mother passed away. She came and laid next to me placing her hand on mine."You know it's you

n with a sudde