The Billionaire's Broken Wife

Vanessa who almost died in

ugh to retrieve her memory. Her true identity wa

on-dollar corporation that had been built and main

irport, flipping her hair and turn

mpatiently for the car that was supposed to pick her – the car that sho

man dressed in a designer suit stepped out, wearing a wide grin and a

I am so sorry for the delay." She swatted his arms awa

. Gracefully, she sat down on the plush leather seat and swung

all along entered into the front passenger seat, an

hield, satisfied to see that her othe

elax, and scold the still grinni

or and his bright smile waned before stabilising again,

ty is, traffic every day, and business calls to attend to.

at him from the back seat. Sighin

ight blue eyes gave him a handsome, charming look. His slender fingers curle

't take his life as seriously as he should," she muttered. G

ady said I was sorry.

e, why was I called down here t

thinks that you can have a better grasp of the situation and handle it better. I have no obje

ng a smile to her lips,

her small smile. At least sh

ix months ago, she almost died

he Emergency section of a hospital. And she kept

rom Gerald's, ran through Sophia's mind, and

t took advantage of her love and sold her cheaply to a

manicured-nails digging into her

She unclenched her fist and looked down at her palms. T

af

"Sorry? Repeat the question pl

café? You didn't have anything on the plane, but

er nose, "Italian

h." her cou

appened. She knew she was a little dizzy and out of it when it happened,

ingers skimmed her body, playing it like

ng her like no one has ever done. And the way he breathed endearments into h

d her hand against her chest, trying to soo

elf for what is to come. Her car finally pulled up in front of a large gla

r. She stepped out elegantly, putting on her pair of designer s

through the front do